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[bucknastysbabe]

heya, just wanted to ask if you write for chubby!aegon?? If so I’m dying for a request (even just a small blurb) just about Aegon and how he’d be with an innocent reader? including how the sex would be cause I reckon he’d still be sooo good won’t even phase the dude 😭 + breeding kink, thank youuuuu!!!

THIS WAS FUN!!! Thanks for the ask, hope it’s good mwah! I had a hard time researching English things. The whole crisps-biscuit-chips-muffins is a nightmare but they did it first soooo. But then went on a hole again on why southern Americans have the accent they do, an educational lesson in the name of smut!

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Frottage, TW: WG, internalized hate, sad boy Aegon, Tyrell!Reader, she’s pretty innocent but Goes For It, chubby Aegon revolution, breeding kink, culture differences, innocence kink, He’s Trying To Do Right For The Poon

Cumming face on God ⤵️

According to the Faith, man and wife should remain chaste until they are wedded. Aegon was definitely not that man. Alicent had hammered it into his aching heads that his bride-to-be will remain untouched. The prince said fuck that and the stupid Gods she adhered to. Targaryen’s did what they want.

If they did exist they crafted his sweet little nymph to tempt the wicked men of the world. Aegon could barely restrain himself from jumping her bones when she giggled at Otto’s dry wit, or helped Helaena scoop up one of those hideous bugs she cared so much for.

The girl was a Tyrell. Otto had to pull some serious strings, or swords to get them to allow the cousin of the powerful Reach family to be his wife. Viserys wanted him to marry Helaena. Aegon refused to consummate, one of the few things he stood up for. They were annulled and Hel ended up with dutiful Aemond. They seemed like a good fit— strange.

Aegon slugged down some wine after his generous portion of meat. His belt dug into his belly. The blonde skimmed a conscious hand down his once flat stomach. His bride would probably think him a pig. Aegon frowned, planning on dragging his lazy ass to training or taking Sunfyre on more arduous rides.

Something to melt off the flesh softened by the drink.

Her musical giggle interrupted Aegon’s thoughts. He glanced up to her wide eyes, quirking a brow. She ducked, hiding a hand over her sculpted lips, cheeks flushed with embarrassment. His cock twitched. Aemond held that annoying smirk of his. His cock un-twitched, if that was possible. The eldest Targaryen snapped, “What’s the fuss?”

She shook her head, snickering. Aemond supplied, “I was telling the little rose about the time you were so drunk they found you trying to ride Cole’s horse thinking it was Sunfyre,” he barked a laugh and waved his hands, “Sōvēs! Sōvēs!” Aegon’s face grew red with irritation. Stupid one-eye.

He grumbled, “Real funny Aemond. Never thought you’d get that spiked cock out of your ass to make jest,” violet eyes turned to the Tyrell, “In your free time, ask dear brother about the Pink Dread hm?”

Aemond slammed his cup down and hissed, “I think I see the pink dread supping right now.”

Aegon was flustered now. Absolutely joyous was he. The pretty girl’s snickers died down to a gaping look. Aegon stood up with his refilled wine and called, “I’ve had my fill, good night to you lovely rose.” Aemond smarted, “Are you positive Aegon? Usually half the feast is gone by now.”

The younger brother shared a look with the Tyrell, shrugging with a ‘hm.’

Aegon fought back the tears in his purple eyes. He was thoroughly embarrassed. He yanked off his belt in a fit, ignoring the pooch of his belly. Off he stomped to his quarters, ignoring one of the twins. Slamming the door behind him, Aegon perched on a thick wooden chair, a trusty flagon already prepared.

He slumped down, poking his soft midsection. Aegon squeezed at his thighs and arms, growing more upset. He groaned aloud, taking a swig of the Dornish Spiced. The prince couldn’t help but wonder if he was dooming the girl to a life of misery like Alicent and Viserys.

Forced to lay under a writhing, bloated man. Bear his heirs.

He suddenly felt very ill. Aegon blew out a breath to calm himself. He ended up tossing the flagon of wine out the window in a fit anyhow. Aegon had never once stopped his race to be the worst being to think about reality. Reality was harsh, unforgiving, made his head spin. He felt ill again, an uncomfortable flush making the prince sweat.

The door was rapped upon, once, twice. Aegon miserably groaned, “What Cargyll? Tell mother I’m indisposed!” The blonde dreadfully wanted to undress but feared what he might see. He had an inkling it was ghastly pale and girlish.

Softened by indulgence.

Aegon’s eyes flicked up to the door, an insult on pouty lips. Instead it was his rose, bashfully peaking through. He straightened up, sucked his belly in as best as possible. Her pretty curls bounced as she squeaked, “The Queen had forbade me from entering your chambers but you looked so upset my lord. Ser Cole said I could visit for a short time. Is everything alright?”

He sighed and thanked the strange Valyrian gods for letting him toss the wine. At least he didn’t look like a total drunkard. Aegon sighed, “Uh, I’m not feeling very well, but do come in.” She gave a small curtsy and rushed in, green silks dazzling against pretty skin. The lady perched delicately against the chair adjacent to Aegon.

The blonde’s violet eyes searched her own, wide and doe-like. He asked in a quick breath, “Do you find me pleasing?” She opened her mouth to be cut off, “Don’t lie to me little rose.” Aegon’s twisted soul vastly enjoyed her surprised noise and tremble of untouched lips. He couldn’t help but watch the flicker of uncertainty making the highborn woman squirm like a beggar, posture drooping.

She gaped, closed her mouth, and let out a small ‘hm.’

Aegon hid his fear with a lazy, “Hm? Taking too long dear.” He spluttered when she launched into his lap. Face to face. Her legs tight against his own, hanging off the sides of the chair. The Tyrell stared him down, a never before seen intensity to his eyes. Her little hands braced against his chest.

Aegon meekly asked, “Is that a yes, my lady?”

He grew more hot under the collar, her tight little body against his softened own. She hummed, “That was uncouth. I didn’t know to how explain that I find your very desirable.” The Reach girl curled a hand into his pale hair, smiling. She whispered, “I’d never thought I’d be married to one of the beautiful dragonlords. My father said your kind is too pretty.”

Aegon found himself hiding a genuine grin up at her. He liked her accent, even the nobles of the Reach sounded strange with their ‘r’s. The prince gently laid a shaking hand on her lower back, humming, “Am I too pretty? I cut my hair but now I feel like a muffin.”

She shook her head, curls bobbing. Aegon willed his cock to still. The Tyrell giggled, “You’re beautiful my prince.” Now was Aegon’s chance to go ahead and break the seal. He injected in a jumble of words, “Am I not trim enough?” His face was suffused in a blush now. How suave.

She laughed harder, “What? You should see the lords of the reach, massive beasts they are,” the lady slid a hand down to his belly, “I’d say you’re the right size. Not all boney like your brother.”

Aegon felt himself relax. Besides his prick. That thing was coming to full attention, fast. He sighed, “Thank the damn Seven.” The prince leaned into her face, earning a sharp inhale from her. He purred, “I’d be a right mess if I didn’t have the attentions of the prettiest rose in the Seven Kingdoms.” It was her turn to grow flustered now.

She looked to the side, biting her full lower lip all bashful and shy. Aegon grabbed her chin and redirected her look. The Targaryen breathed, “No, no, look at me now rosebud. You’ve got your prince riled up.”

His cock ached at her blown pupils, lips lax and for the taking. She whispered, “We can’t yet.” Aegon tucked himself into her tight curls, humming, “There’s other ways around it. As long as I don’t take your maidenhead dear.” She whimpered, hands clawing into his tight doublet.

“H-how do we do that?”

Aegon hummed, “Get on my bed and pull up that dress of yours. Your prince commands it.”

He lazily grinned at her jumping up and skittering to the bed, haphazardly toeing off her shoes. She hopped on and hiked up that beautiful green samite, exposing herself. Aegon’s violet eyes scanned her closed lips, shaking hands, and swollen cunt. He bit down on his knuckles with a groan.

Her shy reed of voice filled the room.

“Aegon? Will you come here already, please? I wish to look upon you.”

Aegon ambled up and approached her, breathing out in relief of the loosening of his stupidly tight breeches. He yanked off his boots first, promising, “Just a moment my rose.” She whimpered again, gazing upon his thickened thighs. The prince crawled between her trembling thighs, smoothing his hands up quavering flesh.

He lectured, “We’ll keep it outside for now. There’s other places on your perfect pussy that’ll make you cry for me,” Aegon nestled his cock against her weeping cunt. She wound a hand into his hair, pulling the prince flush to her body while kissing his plump lips. The prince couldn’t help but rut against his rose at the way she whined and eagerly received his more skilled kisses.

Aegon gripped her thighs as he drug his stiff cock against her clit and slit, the glide impossibly easier with the copious slick. His rose cried into their kisses, babbling against his lips. “S’good, oh my prince,” she whimpered. Aegon crooned, “Poor thing, hasn’t had a man show her real pleasure. Taking what you want.”

The prince off-handedly unbuttoned his coat, uncaring of his pudgy body. Not when this gorgeous creature was crying and begging wrapped around him, calling his name, sworn to bear his children. And those Tyrell’s were famously fertile as the grounds they ruled over.

She made a pouting noise at the release of Aegon’s lips, squeezing her thighs in annoyance. He laughed and spewed filth, “So eager for me already. I can’t wait to fill your pretty pussy full on our wedding night.” The girl practically howled at that, growing frantic. Aegon teased, “Yeah my rose? You like that? Getting stuffed full of my seed, bearing my heirs? Round and ripe with it?”

Tears pricked her eyes as she sobbed, “Yes! Yes! Wan’ your pretty babies!” She seized his lips for a sloppy embrace, whining and carrying one, leaking more and more. Aegon moaned himself, focusing on stimulating her bundle of nerves. She was tightening beneath him, grasping hands growing more insistent. The blonde murmured, “C’mon then, m’close sweets. Cum on me.”

She nodded and gushed against his cock, legs squishing into his waist. Aegon’s eyes rolled back, cumming to her desperate cries and hot slick. He grunted and yelped her name, rolling them over. She whimpered softly, panting while now on top. Aegon’s cock grew limp as he kissed her a couple more times.

She hummed, “I can’t wait. I’ll have as many as you want Aegon. As many.” She gently thumbed his plumped cheek, smiling at the degenerate like he hung the moon. Aegon grinned for once, promising, “I’ll give you as many my sweet,” he smacked her ass, “Too busy to rule because I’m fucking my fertile wife huh?”

Round two was about to begin based on her darkening look.

[siberat]

not the orginal anon but i loved your wg rodi/mus story! can you perhaps write a follow up when he goes to meet this mystery admirer? (if possible i would love for the angst about his wg continue :)) hope u doing well! and thanks in advance

Part One

Rodi/mus pranced his way through the corridors of the Lost Li/ght, rounding turn after turn until he stood in front of his habsuit door. His spark fluttered with excitement, for he was finally going to meet his secret admirer. Prim/us, he waited long enough, and everyone knew he hated surprises.

No.

He liked surprises, just hated waiting for them. The dear captain was a bit impatient after all.

He enjoyed immediate results (well, if he didn’t need to provide these required results, that is). The red and yellow mech was one of action! 

Wasting no time, he beelined it to his wash rack, turned the solvent, and stepped under the stream. Nice hot fluids cascaded over his frame. Rodi/mus found this one of the most relaxing times of the day: standing mindlessly under the shower. Why? He liked to imagine all the dirt getting rinsed off his beautiful frame. Also, he felt like it rinsed all his worries away. Down the drain you go!

Upon rubbing the washcloth over his body this time, his woes didn’t slough off him like in prior experiences. Instead, they clung like bugs splattered across one’s windshield when speeding down a road. This was caused by several reasons.

The major one is his weight gain. While he loved the scrumptious snacks gifted to him (clearly, by his expanding midsection), he missed his sleek frame. Looking down, his paunch expanded out a bit, hanging over his hips. Running his servo across his waist revealed a soft and squishy feeling that resembled a water balloon, not the firm tautness it once sported.

However, that special note claimed to not care about his now squishier belly, right?

The next worry was, who was the mystery mech? Sure, he had a major guess, but what if he was wrong? What if this mech was someone who would not be a desirable date? Rodi/mus could think of a couple that would fit that bill. While Swe/rve was a fun guy, he wouldn’t really be dating material: his mouth formed weird trapezoid shapes when he spoke at times. Weird.

Another lousy date would be Whi/rl. I mean… come on, the captain didn’t like to be mean, but that mech didn’t even have a real face. And he was just too obnoxious! Like, all the time, too.

The third wrong choice of a date sprung to the Auto/bot’s mind and made him drop the soap he was dousing the cloth in; Prim/us, what if it was Mega/tron? Fighting back his gag reflex, Rod/imus whimpered. Slag, how bad would that be? Imagine the reason the former Dece/pticon was on this ship was a lie, and it was all just some crazy, hyper-fanboy excuse to try to berth him?

“Bleeegh!”  the flame-colored mech shook his helm, hoping to shake that thought from his processor. If Mega/tron, the stupid self-proclaimed co-captain of this ship, awaited him, he would break down and cry!

The spray of solvent cut off, and his meticulous drying routine followed. Once the captain was satisfied with the shininess of his frame- and he checked every angle- he set off to the observational deck.

This was where he would come face to face with the gift giver. However, the closer Rodi/mus traveled to the destination point, the slower he walked. Gone was the excitement of meeting who was crushing on him; the feeling of dread awoke in its place. He no longer skipped, but rather dragged his pedes.

It wasn’t too late to turn back… He could pretend he didn’t receive the note. Ignorance can be bliss…. Right?

He stood face to wall with the door to the meeting place, yet didn’t know if he dared to go in. How badly did he need to know who this mech was? Was this really such a big deal? 

Let’s take a second to think about this…

The second is up. Everyone knows Rodi/mus doesn’t like surprises, and he cannot just walk away from this situation. So, we know he palms the door open and walked inside. With a reign of superior confidence too. As the saying goes: fake it until you make it.

And what is he greeted by?

Huge windows that showcase the vastness of space. Flecks of light litter the sky, and there even appears to be a distant solar system in the background. Just before the windows is a table draped with a white tablecloth. On this table sat two sets of dinnerware. Upon closer inspection, the plates were fine china, not the cheap crap used in the canteen.

Decorative silverware is set to the sides. To the left of the plate were two forks, one bigger than the other. The other side of the dish also had two knives of different sizes. Can you guess what was next to them? Two spoons. One is much rounder than the other.

“What the frag?” Rod/imus muttered. How many utensils did one need? He could make do with one fork and knife-slag- even just one spoon can be used to shovel food inside his mouth!

But when it came to table settings, it’s not over. A cloth napkin folded in some intricate shape rests upon the dinner place. It held a name card with his name on it too. Cursive font, to be exact.

“You gotta be kidding me!” Above that plate was yet another fork and spoon! This was getting out of hand, borderline silly! And to make matters worse, to the left of that was a little plate with a weird-looking knife resting perfectly straight across it. And we cannot forget the three glasses of various shapes and sizes, plus the cup and saucer to the right.

Did this person have some kind of weird dinnerware fetish?

Rodi/mus was about to call it quits, but a whiff of something delightful caught his attention. His belly grumbled loudly. Great- his stomach noticed the enticing aroma as well. Just behind the table were several covered dishes. Now, our dear captain may not be the brightest crayon in the box, but he was smart enough to deduce there was food within those dishes.

‘BWwwwwoooooooruuuummmmmmbbbllllllleeeeee!’

Prim/us, how long has it been since he last ate? According to his demanding stomach, too long!

But that’s not the point here: Just where was his secret admirer? No mech was present. And this caused a lump to form in his throat: maybe he was stood up.

Or worse.

What if this was just some sort of cruel joke? What if, instead of adoration, those treats and notes were sent in jealousy? Someone sent him all those treats with the intention of making him gain weight and make him ugly? And when discovering his unhappiness, another card, full of lies, was sent his way as a final insult…to get his hopes and spirits up just to smash them down?

Slaggit, it sounds more like a dirty ‘Con trick, after all. 

His cheeks grew warm with shame at just thinking he had been played. Seriously, who would find this new body of his attractive? Suddenly, the desire to return to his habsuit grew. Even if it meant leaving the delightful food behind, Rodi/mus didn’t like to be the butt of a joke. He spun around to head for the door when a relatively large body loomed in front of his path.

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part 2 will be up in a day or so. I broke it up because I don't want these to be particularly long reads

read on AAOx3 Collection of Chubby Drabbles - Chapter 10 - siberat - Transformers - All Media Types [Archive of Our Own]

[annes-room]

😴 Jan 13, 2024

weekend to do: a nice balance of cleaning, homework, and fun things :) -WGS reading -watch movie for film studies -chores (change sheets, clean sink, tidy room) -finish reading the grapes of wrath -build a lego bug -laundry (3 loads) -write in my physical journal -play DDLV

[abigfatbug]

Adimyos, Land of Greenery and Giants

Guess who got really thirsty for big musclechubs and royalty and fantasy world stuff and wrote something so they could do something about it? There have definitely been some very similar ideas, but they didn’t quite hit on what I wanted, so I’m doing the thing and making my first proper wg story in forever. Basically, fantasy world where most of a certain population of people are b i g.  But I don’t mean like, building size big.  I mean like 6-10 feet and T h i c c.   This is also on Google Docs if you don’t feel like reading it on Tumblr (which is utter crap for looking at longer posts imo)

For hundreds of years, people had known of a southern kingdom with a lovely balance of sun and rainfall, and some of the most excellent tracts of arable land known.  Things grew freely all year round, becoming bigger and more richly flavored and nutritious than they would nearly anywhere else. The kingdom of Adimyos was a rich and prosperous island of impressive size… But sometimes, it could be a bit too rich for its own good.

The fertile lands of heavy rain had been that way for so long that they supported huge, terrifying beasts.  Dragons, monsters, and beings of great power roamed throughout the land, always finding plenty to fuel their immense power and great numbers.  For all history, Adimyos had been plagued with more attacks from savage beasts than anywhere else.

When plant growth peaked in the wettest parts of the year, it could be difficult to keep cities and settlements from being reclaimed or becoming unsightly.  Weeds and vines could set in with alarming speed, along with wild pests and beasts looking for easier meals.  If it wasn’t the larger animals, it’d be hordes of mice and thick swarms of ravenous ants, wasps, and flies. The seas around Adimyos were similarly chock full of fish and all manner of other sea creatures and monsters, which both helped and hindered the great kingdom.  Fishing in the ocean was typically a high-risk, high-reward ordeal.  However, it also made it deceptively difficult to invade the island nation.  Krakens, man-eating whales, and immense sea serpents were only a few problems that unprepared invaders were forced to face. Still, the island of Adimyos was impressively large, even on par with some larger mainland countries. With so much to offer, there were myriads of tales about its exotic meats, fine pelts, excellents spices, fabulous precious metals, and amazing lumber, so the natural roadblocks present couldn’t deter outsiders forever, as they became more resourceful and advanced. Along with attacks from monsters, the natives of Adimyos still had no choice but to fend off attacks from outsiders as well… And these particular needs combined with the abundance of food were some of the biggest reasons for the well-known appearance of the typical Adimyosian. With the fertile southern climate, their hair and skin tended towards darker colors.  With thousands and thousands of years of abundant nutrients and wide food options, having almost never known widespread famine, they were on average some of the tallest people in the world.  To cope with the numerous predators and territorial beasts of their homeland, they had strong bodies and thick bones… especially the men. It was not at all uncommon for Adimyosian men to easily surpass seven feet in height, with the women only inches behind.  Besides height, their sheer mass was impressive as well.  Adimyosian men were famous for being barrel-chested, with thick, burly arms, powerful shoulders, and tree-trunk thighs… and often, no matter how hard they worked their fields or how much they went hunting, their abdomens would sport a soft, healthy gut with a modest wobble and overhang to it.  Nearly just as often, one could see that their backside was large, round, and thick as well, jiggling with fat and muscle as they walked or ran. In Adimyos, gluttony had never been known as a sin… in fact, it was often praised and rewarded.  And that could be seen by how the chunky, burly seven foot and up men of most of Adimyos… were merely the average, sometimes even below average ones.  Stories existed around the world of those who were above average, put in positions of greater wealth, power, and royalty… Although in Adimyos, even being poor wasn’t exactly bad, just not as glamorous as other positions. Even before the times of human invasion, Adimyosian people greatly valued their size and strength in order to hunt and defend themselves against the many savage beasts of Adimyos… and as such, men best filling the criteria were the ones who continually encountered the greatest success and sired the most children.  So, over many generations, the rich and powerful of Adimyos continued to grow in all ways.  They became stronger, taller, and fatter than ever.  Whenever it seemed they could get no bigger, they would somehow manage to push a bit further.  Because of all these men who made up the military and nobility, Adimyos became known as a land of greenery and giants.  Those men could easily stand at eight feet tall or more, and were known to be significantly wider, stronger, and heftier than even normal Adimyosians. Biggest of all were the men of the royal family of Adimyos, especially the king.  As someone who managed the astonishing feat of growing to well past nine feet tall, the king of Adimyos was the largest and heaviest human in the world.  He’d sired multiple children, including four sons.  The three older sons were already following in their father’s footsteps...  But the youngest was something of a late bloomer.

At just two months past eighteen, Prince Tanos was overall a very pleasant young man to look at.  He had long, free-flowing, wavy black hair and a calm, soothing gaze with golden-brown eyes.  His skin was deep tan with a soft, clear complexion, and his features were strong and yet rather delicate, at least compared to pretty much any other men he’d seen in Adimyos.  He was told he was lean, but that was really only from an Adimyosian perspective.  He still possessed the kind of powerful chest and thick arms that men from the mainlands across the ocean would need years to develop. And yet, he was “only”, “embarassingly”, a “mere” six feet tall and 240 pounds, at least when the actual measurement systems of Adimyos were converted.  With so much of his weight being contributed by muscle, his stomach was no more than a mild pot belly over what would be impressive abdominal muscles… at least, to anyone who wasn’t from Adimyos. His brothers were the exact opposite.  The eldest, 24-year-old Masu, was literally over seven times his weight at nearly 1,800 pounds… However, it was a bit tricky to get his true weight, given that he almost always had no less than a couple dozen pounds of food in his stomach.  After a grand feast, there could even be a couple hundred pounds packed inside.   The moment Masu woke up, he would be eating a massive first breakfast in bed before heading to the kitchen to have his main breakfast with the family, as if he hadn’t eaten at all.   Ironically, Adimyosian metabolisms were actually some of the most active and impressive, having developed in response to their active lifestyles of hunting, combat, farming, and gathering, along with how easily they built muscle and rapidly processed nutrients.  There was simply no need for a slow metabolism when food was always so abundant.  However, Adimyosians always ended up massive anyway, thanks to their unmatchable appetites.  An Adimyosian’s stomach was renowned for its unbelievable flexibility and astounding strength, assisted by an almost equally fantastic liver and set of kidneys.  There were many toxins that only an Adimyosian could digest and detoxify, and they could hold their liquor like no one else. So, even though Masu could easily take in a couple hundred thousand calories a day if he had the chance, he had “only” been growing by about 200 pounds a year for the past couple of years.  He’d been growing faster when he was younger, which was why he held hope that his “tiny” brother Tanos would soon hit a massive growth spurt. Masu already had many suitors and great fame merely for being the eldest prince, and it was incredibly easy to see why.  Just like his father, Masu was a nine foot tall behemoth of a man.  He was incredibly wide and powerful, but remarkably handsome. His face had remained strong, square, and angular before Masu finally grew so fat that it simply had to start softening, but this was only regarded as an improvement.  He kept his thick black hair in a long ponytail, largely because that would keep it out of the way while he gorged himself.  Even his soulful brown eyes were said to be beautiful and full of intense charisma and wisdom… if they weren’t locked on to Masu’s next meal.  Like many Adimyosian men, especially those in high positions, Masu typically wore light, loose, flowing clothes that intentionally showed off his proudest areas.  Those areas were his enormous arms, which possessed incredibly firm muscle just below a generous layer of fat, and his billowing stomach.  A far greater spectacle than his arms, his stomach jutted out far in front of him and hung to his knees even first thing in the morning.  It was hardly hairy at all, but it had myriads of wide, dark stretchmarks on display, treated as a sign of great beauty and hard work.  The massive, nigh-bottomless gut was always the first thing Tanos would see of his enormous brother… And usually, he already heard the thundering footsteps or monstrous belches well before seeing him.  Masu’s lower body was also far from small, massive hips and thighs and a wobbling shelf of an ass providing balance to the colossal gut, although it was still so obscenely large and heavy they couldn’t really compete. Despite it all, Masu was actually an incredibly calm and laid-back sort, putting most of his passion into his love of food.  He didn’t even particularly like to hunt or do nearly as much hard labor as his younger siblings, and it was clear that the herculean muscle beneath his fat was really just from generations and generations of ideal Adimyosian genes. In general, despite the seemingly barbaric love of hunting, the ancient traditions of beast taming, and the extreme admiration for larger, stronger figures, Adimyos was actually a deceptively peaceful and progressive land.  In spite of its size, the entire island had been peacefully unified for over a thousand years, with only relatively minor strife breaking out from time to time.  Despite wars with invaders from the mainlands, Adimyos had only ever acted in self-defense.  Never even once had they planned to strike back for revenge, or even simply for pre-emptive discouragement of further invasions.  But that didn’t mean they were anything to be trifled with or taken advantage of.  They’d started up trade and alliances with a few nations that swallowed their pride, apologized, and declared truces, but never even once had any other nation managed to establish a colony or dissuade most of them from their major religion.  Some outsiders were allowed to come live in Adimyos, and were even allowed to do so without having to fully conform with the beliefs and culture of Adimyos, but they had to prove themselves worthy, and agree that they would never disrespect or threaten the culture of Adimyos. For these reasons, Tanos felt deep pride and affection for his country, his people, and his family. For all his life, “tiny” Tanos had wished he could be more like Masu, or his father, or his other two brothers, or even most other men he saw in his life… Although Tanos didn’t know it, he would get his wish very soon....

[chocosweets]

(Oh no I think the discussion of different wg dynamics has bitten me with the fic urge again I’m gonna bug you about more headcanons, our fates are sealed) the different sorts are really good!! I really like Dante being happy going off on fully gluttony road and being confidant and happy and he also deserves nice things! I like Vergil being a little awkward- or well very awkward it’s Vergil. Man’s nothing but a sweet layer cake of awkwardness it sort of goes with the territory of liking him 🧁

(Adding your second part of the ask on):

💗🧁and I like how Nero is silently pushy, his brand of greedy is really fun! And it’s neat to see the contrast in the different readers/SO’s too!

Our fates were sealed as soon as you first sent a request. BUT OH BOY IF YOU DO HAPPEN TO GET INSPIRED AND WRITE SOMETHING, I WOULD LOVE TO SEE IT! 

I love that they definitely have different brands of WG so it’s fun to write different S/Os. Because, of course, people would not react to different personalities the exact same way. The variety is nice for exploring different prompts and themes. The way you put it in that ask just now is also a very good way to put it, Cupcake Anon!

[shiftytracts]

Hhhhmmmrrrgh I never know quite whom to “market” my posts to tbh. During the writing process this doesn’t matter since, you know, they’re mostly for me? But when I decide I like something I’ve written enough to post and add tags to it I’m always like “uhhhh so... which of you guys like habitual, unproductive stomach ailments?” Like,

Emeto tumblr writes almost exclusively about stomach bugs and food poisoning and other acute, unexpected events like that—and I like those, don’t get me wrong? But man what I wouldn’t give to read instead about a character who gets nauseated when afraid or stressed or angry. Or when they resume activity too quickly after eating. Or one with an allergy or motion sickness, who usually keeps a handle on it/avoids prolonged exposure to the trigger well enough to get by, but tell me about the one time they made a mistake or got cocky.* Plus they just? tend not to focus on the details I care most about? I am into nausea but don’t care much about how many times they vomit, for example, or what it sounds and looks like coming up. I want… idk, tell me about the idle thoughts they have while lying on the bathroom floor between qualms—what shapes their tired brain makes of the bumps on the ceiling or scuffs on the floor. What line from what movie they have stuck in their head. Show me their insecurities but like… make some of them petty, stupid insecurities. i don’t mean “make me pity them”--of course I pity them, they’re throwing up. I mean make me despise them a little?? Why do so many people’s OCs only have job-interview flaws

Ugh, this got petty. I didn’t even mean to dwell for so long on emeto specifically; my intention was to cite as another locus of intimidation and outsider feeling how like. Well, scat tumblr… likes scat itself, which squicks me; and fart tumblr likes farts, which bore me; and burp tumblr mostly posts audio, and gets all giggly about people being gross on purpose, which also bores me; and general illness tumblr hovers like a moth around colds and fever and only ventures toward emetoland to buy appendicitis; and wg and stuffing tumblr are all praise kink and luxurious descriptions of food, and? None of those quite fit?? I just want to read about habitual, unproductive stomach ailments! Where the details are mundane and the focus is on the behavioral quirks the character’s developed around them. Tell me about your OC who rarely shits without chemical aid because they samefood mac and cheese, whose stomach is always distended and growling, and who feels so unwell after eating that they allow themselves only one large meal a day and subsist the rest of the time on hard candy.

...And most of the time I’m cool to Be the Change and all that rather than whining that the rest of the world durst not share mine own exquisyte taste. I just wish I knew whom to share it with

*Or someone else forgot to warn them, but I like that less. Not into innocent victims of circumstance. Innocent victims of biology? Absolutely. But knowing victims of biology whose knowledge occasionally fails them>victims of someone else’s surprise thoughtlessness

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Have you seen the new Magnum PI? They present many opportunities for whump, particularly in the first episode and the most recent, 7th episode. The downside is those writers are just not taking advantage, as usual. I'd love to see some Fanfiction fill in the blanks!

hi!! this question is over a year old, i think… haha. but YES! i actually really like the new Magnum PI! (really hoping they don’t screw it up… haha.) and the whump is pretty good too!! i feel like CBS writers are too scared to show long-lasting injuries / aftercare etc (or follow through with a storyline of any kind uGH) and it really bugs me because that is some of my favorite whump. (plus it’s so much more realistic!) 

that aside, i really do enjoy the Magnum whump… and there have been some great fics coming out for the fandom lately!! (especially during Whumptober! new ones every day :D) thank goodness we have writers who like whump as much as we do - and are willing to take the time to write these fics that we all enjoy. ;)

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Chapter 3: How To Proceed? After some deliberation, Tanos ended up selecting a modest guest room as close to his room as possible to be where Rivis would stay for the time being.  It seemed like a no-brainer of a choice, but it did actually come with a few concerns for Tanos, mainly revolving around how much he could actually trust the odd prisoner.  What if Rivis’ tears and mannerisms were all just excellent acting?  What if Rivis was planning to harm him in some way?  Or worse, his family? What if Rivis’ story was a lie?  What if he was planning to feed the whole kingdom of Adimyos false information to aid the Ensin?  They were definitely risks that couldn’t be ignored. Tanos briefly considered giving him something a bit less comfortable, like a repurposed closet or storage room, as a way of making it clear that he wasn’t exactly off the hook, but he just couldn’t bring himself to do it.  If it turned out Rivis was being completely truthful, he did want to help Adimyos, and he was forced to work with the Ensin, Tanos would feel absolutely awful about it, even if he was only being paranoid for the good of his family and country.  Ultimately, he simply chose the option of having guards watch the guest room to make sure Rivis wouldn’t try anything, and he also made sure all the guards and servants in the castle and on the property knew the situation so they could keep an eye out for anything strange. Rivis eventually came back, escorted by the same guards who took him to get medical attention.  It wasn’t the finest possible care, but it was decent.  He’d been bandaged and treated with medicinal poultices where needed, and given a white padded eyepatch for his swollen eye, but he definitely still looked like he’d seen better days. As Tanos showed Rivis where he’d be staying, Rivis let out a small gasp, and actually walked through the room on his tiptoes, looking around cautiously as if he weren’t supposed to be there at all.  “Are you really fine with wasting such a good room on me?”  Rivis said disbelievingly. “Unless I am proven otherwise, I will treat you as someone worthy of respect.  But if you seem to be acting suspicious, there will be consequences.  Is that clear?” “Y-yes, of course, Your Highness…  I promise not to be ungrateful,” Rivis said. “Good.  But for the time being, you should freshen up and prepare for dinner,” Tanos said.  “Someone will be bringing it to you soon.  I’ll be doing the same now, if you’ll excuse me,” Rivis gave the briefest questioning glance towards Tanos’ soft, bulging stomach, as if a bit surprised he was going to be eating again when he already seemed so full, but all he did was nod in response. Tanos quickly went to freshen up and change into clean clothes, which weren’t much different from his previous ones, but his new top was a looser, flowing, translucent black silk that only covered his chest, still leaving his stomach completely exposed and unrestricted.   Once he went to the dining room, it was largely the same as before, with the exception of the family all briefly slowing their feasting to look at him.  It was honestly sort of incredible that they actually heard him coming over the sounds of constant chewing and gulping, but they definitely slowed down to look at him. Once he sat down, the questioning started right away, some of it a bit muffled because no one would entirely stop eating. “So, what’re you gonna do with the thief?”  Thrin asked with a sadistic grin.  “Hard labor?  Sleeping on the floor in the basement?  Killing giant rats?  Gross food in tiny portions?” “I’m going to treat him with respect, of course,” Tanos said simply, causing the whole table to look at him rather oddly.  “ “But… he was planng to do something bad to Majos, wasn’t he?” said a girl just slightly shorter and less incredibly obese than Honjya or Thrin, but still quite similar looking. “I know, Iyin, but… It’s just… He doesn’t seem like a bad person… He just seems desperate and afraid…”  Tanos said. “Last time I checked, that’s called ‘acting’…” Lamtu said dryly.  There were a few snickers from others, but restrained enough to not choke or spit out drinks. “I admit I could be wrong.  But for now, I don’t want to be too harsh on him if there’s no proof I should be.  He’s not Ensin.  He definitely doesn’t look like one, and he says he was forced to fight,” “He said so?  He speaks our language well enough to explain himself?” Lamtu asked. “Apparently,”  Tanos replied with a shrug.  When some of the others stared at him with raised eyebrows and small frowns, he pushed his chair back slightly and sunk down a bit lower in his seat.  “I know it all seems suspicious, but…  I just really don’t want him to suffer more than he has to,” Tanos said. “I know how you feel, but… We’re just worried about you, is all,”  Honjya said with a patient smile. “If he should try anything suspicious, he’ll pay dearly.  Those who would lie to royalty in order to endanger Adimyos must be punished harshly,” the king said coldly, somehow making Tanos a bit nervous by proxy.  Although he hardly knew anything about Rivis, he desperately hoped Rivis wasn’t lying.  Not only for the sake of his home and those he cared about, but for the sake of Rivis himself. Dinner progressed rather normally after that, as everyone became too engrossed in eating to bother talking.  Even Tanos managed to painstakingly match his lunchtime intake, but he made another plate anyway in order to bring it to Rivis, which only elicited stares and murmurs from the rest of his family, to the point that Thrin actually got up and began following him, in spite of her heavily bloated, hanging stomach weighing her down. “Alright, let me see what in the name of Feylya is apparently so special and innocent about this random criminal that you want to give him some of the best food there is…”  Thrin said with a scowl, although her threatening tone was diminished somewhat by a loud burp afterwards. Once they made their way to Rivis’ room, Rivis was there sitting on a bed that was rather awkwardly much too big for him.  Once he caught sight of Thrin looking so massive, heavily obese, extremely full, and yet clearly powerful, he could do little more than stare completely frozen with his mouth agape. “H-hello, Princess… Nice to meet you…  My name- my name is Rivis…”  Rivis forced out, although he was hardly even able to look at Thrin at all.  Thrin just sneered rather coldly, as Tanos gave him the plate of food. “I… I couldn’t possibly…”  Rivis started.  “I’m grateful, but this is far too much food!” Both Tanos and Thrin just exchanged side glances for a moment before Tanos spoke.  “…Too much?” “I-I do not mean to say it wasn’t an incredibly kind and gracious thing to do, Your Highness, but…  my people do not have such marvelous stomach capacities…” “Too bad.  Eat.  My little brother is being nice to your scrawny, bony ass, so eat!”  Thrin said, as she took a step forward and stomped the floor hard enough to make the whole room shake. “Right away!  My apologies!”  Rivis said, as he took the food and immediately took a huge bite out of some kind of large meatloaf coated in a thick gravy.  Immediately, Rivis’ one good eye went wide, even tearing up slightly.  He looked as if he wanted to say something, but he immediately stuffed another large bite into his mouth and let out a moan of pleasure.  As quickly as he could, he sampled everything on the plate, moaning with pleasure and slightly blushing the entire time. After a couple of minutes, he regained control of himself long enough to speak.  “This is incredible!  The food is every bit as amazing as I’ve heard!” “Yeah, yeah, all those pale ass skeletons hear we have better food and spices than them and they come running over here like a slavering pack of dogs,”  Thrin said irritably.  “And you came right with them.” “I was forced,” Rivis said quietly.  “I had no choice…  I’m sorry…  I-I never wanted to submit to the Ensin, I’m Lyphorian…” “…Lyphorian?  Aren’t they a bunch of nomads and healers?  I’ve heard you help the Ensin all the time of your own free will!”  Thrin said. “That’s… how it used to be.  But the Ensin just act like that’s how it still is…  Our situation is actually like yours.  They wanted our land and resources for a long time, but they had no choice but to respect our independence because we had people skilled in so many areas of magic, to the point where there were things they completely relied on our help for…  And our culture emphasizes helping others.  We even willingly let them buy a generous portion of our territory for much less than it was really worth, and yet they still wanted more.” “Pfft.  Then we’re not the same.  Our country would never let anyone have our territory, especially not on sale!”  Thrin replied with a laugh.  Tanos just listened closely… For just a moment, he thought he saw Rivis’ good eye glow slightly, while the odd black metal rings on his throat and upper arms seemed to constrict slightly… But just as soon as he thought he saw it, it was over.   “Yes.  But please understand, Princess.  Things have changed.  They… don’t need us like they used to.  Their magic advanced.  They learned, they got richer, and now…  Now they just use us however they please.  They… they took me when I was thirteen years old.  They took my little sister and I from a poor, remote, miserable village in the dead of winter, when we couldn’t possibly stand a chance against them…  And made me into a soldier.  Do you know how Lyphorian magic works, Princess?”  Rivis said. “The more life force sitting around in the air, the more power, or some shit like that…”  Thrin said. “Exactly.  That’s why, according to the Ensin, a Lyphorian makes for the perfect soldier to invade Adimyos…”  Rivis said. “Yeah, or you willingly handed yourself over for money and you’re just making you sister up to make this story seem sadder…”  Thrin replied with a smirk.  Once again, Rivis’ eye glowed, but this time for a couple of seconds, and with more intensity, making it easier to notice.  The thick black rings began to smoke slightly and noticeably tighten, enough to make Rivis flinch. “Her name was Pavmes.  Pavmes Sivir.  And she existed.  She existed, and she had dreams and struggles… and she only lasted two years…  Because of them, she didn’t even get to turn eleven!  They killed her!  How dare you make fun of that?!”  Rivis said, his voice becoming cold and low as his one good eye glowed brighter than ever.  The black rings began smoking more heavily, while constricting so much they were elaving new bruises and Rivis began clutching frantically at his neck before the glow in his eye finally waned, and he was able to breathe again… although his breaths quickly became ragged and shaky as he descended into quiet sobbing, despite how he’d been blissfully happy over his food just moments ago. “…You’re awful, you know that?”  Tanos said coldly to Thrin, who just looked away from them rather stiffly as she slowly backed away a bit. “You know he could’ve been making it up!” “Would it harm literally anything to just believe that he had a sister?  Are you proud of yourself, denying him even the absolute bare minimum of trust?”  Tanos asked scathingly, while glaring up at his big sister. “…I apologize,” Thrin said, just loudly enough to hear, before stiffly turning and leaving as abruptly as her massive frame would allow. “…She meant the apology,” Tanos said to Rivis rather awkwardly.  Rivis calmed himself after a moment and managed to sit up straight.   “…Of course she would think I’m lying.  There really are people who do what she said…  More than I’d care to admit… People who give themselves up for money…  People who give their kids up for money…  But… it’s…  that’s how it is!  Royalty like you wouldn’t understand!  You wouldn’t understand the desperation, the helplessness, the pain, the terror…  You just live here, eating heavenly food until you’re tight and round and not worrying about anything!”  Rivis cried. “…You’re right,” Tanos replied simply.  “I… I’m sorry I don’t understand that kind of life.  That kind of pain,” “…I… thank you…”  Rivis said. “You’re welcome…  But… your food is going to get cold.  And you still never explained how you can talk to us so easily.”  Tanos said. “It’s an extension of my magic.  There are a few minor things these limiters I wear don’t prevent, especially now that I’m in Adimyos.  I’m a bit connected with any lifeform near me.  Our energy automatically begins to exchange in a balanced cycle.  It’s only a weak sort of thing, but with some practice you can manipulate it enough to more easily understand someone’s thoughts and feelings, and it works the same for them.” “Definitely didn’t seem that way with Thrin or the guards…”  Tanos said. “Like I said, it’s weak.  It works much better when someone is actually open and cooperative like you,” Rivis explained.  “Negativity and distrust easily disrupts it, but at least everyone still understands my words, so I suppose I can live with it.”       “Well, I’m glad you’ve finally cleared that up.  Now… please try your best to finish your meal.   You look far too skinny,” Tanos said. “I was expecting I’d get even skinnier, honestly.  But the food I was given as a prisoner here was already much better than I was expecting.  Sometimes better than what I was already being fed before, actually.” “Really?  You were actually satisfied with such sad portions?” Tanos asked. “Probably the best part of being a prisoner here, honestly…”  Rivis said, which just made Tanos shake his head sadly. “Just finish your meal, please,” Tanos said.  Rivis happily obliged, but hit a wall in only about twenty minutes, as his body began to realize his stomach was at its limit… And yet, his stomach was bulging several times less than Tanos’, which would be much fuller even after a lengthy nap.  Overall, Rivis had probably eaten only about three pounds of the very rich food, for well over 3,000 calories. Tanos merely sat on the end of the bed the entire time, even though he realized he could simply leave.  “Is there anything I can change about it, next time?”  Tanos asked. “It was perfect just like it was… I’ve never had anything so good…”  Rivis said, as he gingerly laid down on the bed to get more comfortable.  “It’s a wonder you’re still only that big, eating so much of this perfect food every day…”  Rivis said. “It’s a difference in the bodies of my people.  There’s a certain stage we need to get past before we can get too enormous.  It’s called the Great Shift.  I’m hoping mine will be over soon, I’m quite overdue by now,” Tanos said. “I… uhm… I wish you luck with that, Prince,”  Rivis said with a small smile. “Thank you… But you must be getting tired now.  I’ll leave you to rest.  Someone will come get the plate for you,” Tanos said, returning the slight smile as he left the room.   Although it was a bit of a strange situation, it wasn’t exactly unpleasant.

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Adimyos, Chapter 2.

As I said before, I’m now linking to a Google Drive folder containing all the chapters that currently exist, so that’s >>here<< I would just not even bother to paste it directly here anymore, but some people might prefer it for whatever reason, so here goes. Something of a plot is introduced, and there’s more stuffing and a new important character.  Have fun~

Tanos slept for about three hours, belly gurgling and digesting loudly in his sleep the entire time, the strain of his huge meal causing him to toss and turn.  He awoke to a young, very wide and spoiled looking male servant telling him lunch was ready, which was obvious by the servant’s stomach already looking quite distended as he ate a huge and very greasy leg of warm, thoroughly-marbled meat.  Another culture would likely chide or punish him for his gluttonous, unprofessional ways, but in Adimyos it was only natural.  There was barely ever a wrong time to eat.Tanos put a hand on his stomach and sat up a bit to let out a colossal belch as soon as he woke up, then another right when it seemed like he was finished.  His gut, already smaller and softer than before, actually deflated a bit further from the sheer amount of gas forced out, but it was still distended, perhaps about a quarter as much as it was when he first went to sleep.

Tanos sheepishly thanked the servant after his gassy outburst, but the servant seemed rather unfazed, just steadily waddling away while continuing to gorge happily on the thick, heavy leg of meat he was holding, patting his wobbling belly in contentment and letting out a smaller belch of his own before leaving the room.  Tanos was sure the servant hadn’t been waddling much last year, nor had he been so greedy that he would eat in the middle of other tasks, but castle life could definitely have a heavy impact on any Adimyosian.  Tanos also figured his gluttony wasn’t impacting his work too much, judging by his wide shoulders and the bulging thighs and biceps that were more than just downy lard.After a few smaller burps and firmly pressing his hand to his belly, Tanos managed to shrink his bloat down even further, but it was still obvious there was quite a bit of undigested food left.  He didn’t mind how it made him look at all, since it helped him seem a bit fatter, but it was definitely going to be more of a struggle to cram lunch in on top of it.  Still, Tanos once again made his way to the dining room, where everything looked nearly the same as before, just with very different food relentlessly piled on the table. Just as before, he took his seat and immediately started ramming food down his throat as quickly as he could, making gluttonous moans and gasps throughout the whole process.  Fifteen pounds of food were packed down into his stomach before too long, as an Adimyosian also had incredible jaws and a very flexible throat.  Out of the fifteen pounds, five alone were from a massive bowl of hot, steaming noodles in a thick, creamy, meaty sauce.  The rest was mostly fatty meats from at least eight different creatures, along with cheeses, sauces, and thick, rich bread to soak up grease and juices.  There were practically no fruits or vegetables present at all, besides what was used for flavoring or decoration.He was painfully full as he chased down the food with a cup of thick, high-fat milk, but he pushed onwards regardless.  One more almost overfilled bowl of pasta passed into his tightly packed belly, leaving him leaned back as far as possible, moaning and burping a bit as a servant gently wiped excess sauce off of his chin.  Still, he couldn’t give up.  For his people, gluttony was something to embrace, not to insult and discourage.  He couldn’t stop just because of a little discomfort… He had to push himself further. Although it was a slow, arduous effort, Tanos took a deep breath and cleared another half plate of greasy, decadent food before being forced to give up, his stomach throbbing with pressure as he gave a few small, wet burps.  He was a bit messy looking after devouring so much food so greedily, but he was simply too bloated and uncomfortable to care.  He pushed the plate to the side, and without missing a beat, his nearest sibling grabbed it and began devouring it without effort.  Tanos just moaned and slowly leaned back, rubbing his tightly packed stomach as it gurgled and protested from all the food being packed inside of it when it had only a few hours to process breakfast.  Despite efforts that would utterly astound a mainlander, even the servants were still much more ravenous than him.  The young male who went to fetch him was packed with what looked like literally over twice as much food, and he looked to be in excess of 700 pounds at roughly seven and a half feet tall. Tanos’ second oldest brother was awake after the meal this time, and happened to notice the servant patting his exposed stomach contentedly with a small smile on his face, clearly not particularly uncomfortable and just extremely satisfied with the excellent meal.  He suddenly turned and looked appraisingly at the overfed servant for a moment, before seeming to silently make his decision. “...Come closer, would you, handsome?”  the older prince said to him with an eager grin. The servant startled a little, but awkwardly waddled to the table nonetheless.  “Prince Ganmu?” “Why don’t you help me back to my room…  Among a few other things, if you’re willing,”  Gamnu said, his grin growing even wider and more enticing.  The servant quickly got the message. “Oh… oh, yes, Prince Gamnu!  Whatever you want!  Anything for you!”  The servant said giddily. “That’s what I like to hear.  To think there’s such a charming man working here~”  Gamnu said, giving the servant a short but tender kiss on the cheek as he helped the colossal, wobbling prince up. Tanos felt a twinge of jealousy as he watched the scene unfold, but not because of feelings he had for the servant…  although that servant was definitely one of the bulkier and more attractive.  It was just… he was more than a bit lonely. Of course, now that he was adult, he still had willing suitors.  Even before then, other teenagers had admired him, only to mostly lose interest when they saw he wasn’t getting as massive or as gluttonous as all the others around his age.  He wouldn’t say he was resentful, exactly…  But it still stung.  Especially because it became increasingly difficult to even have friends, let alone anyone romantically interested. “Gamnu’s at it again…”  Honjya said with a giggle.“I might have to follow his example soon…” Thrin said with a mischievous smile.Exclusive relationships, while they definitely existed in Adimyos, were far from the only option.  Polyamory and open relationships were actually the most common arrangements. For princes and princesses or other nobility, it was even common for their suitors to actually cooperate, knowing they would most likely be willing to accept more than only one option.  Even the king and queen had their fair share of other partners, although in those cases contraceptives were always used. Nobles could even love those outside of nobility, as long as there were no plans to have children with that particular partner. Still, Tanos was taken out of his thoughts of loneliness by the pain of his heavily distended stomach, growling and bubbling for some kind of relief from how thoroughly he had punished it at that meal.  He squirmed uncomfortably and gingerly rubbed his stomach some more, trying to think positively… maybe if his body saw how hard it was getting to keep up with his intake, it’d be forced to finally complete the Great Shift. Just when Honjya was going to ask if he needed her help again, he forced himself to stand, briefly feeling dizzy and unsteady from the weight of his gut combined with the unpleasant side effects of such gluttony and overexertion.  Still, he recovered enough to get back to his wide bed, where he unceremoniously flopped down on his back, feeling like he would explode if he did so much as breathe too deeply. Once again, Tanos passed into a deep sleep, not caring or even acknowledging that he’d quite literally done nothing but eat and sleep that whole day. Just a couple of hours later, he was woken by a different servant, a young woman with a soft, round face and a fantastic hourglass figure…  Besides her soft, bulging, hanging stomach, which was somehow only able to compete with her massive, wobbling breasts and thighs because it was clearly burdened with quite a lot of food, and yet still nowhere near her full capacity, as it still looked much too soft and she didn’t seem weighed down or uncomfortable.  Like most Adimyosians, her clothing also showed a lot of skin and made hardly any effort to cover her stomach, making her partial fullness even more obvious. “Is it time for dinner?”  Tanos said sluggishly, before releasing a wet belch and stretching.  His stomach gurgled almost reluctantly.  Enduring two huge stuffings that day had robbed it of most of its voraciousness, and he still felt rather tired and heavy, but he knew that he was in no position to miss any meals. “In a little bit, my prince.  I believe this is more important,”  the servant said, as Tanos’ eyes widened.  “You see, our guards caught an escaped prisoner attempting to break into your dragon’s cave.  We can only assume he was planning an escape or bribe of some sort, using Majos to facilitate it,” “What?”  Tanos cried, suddenly feeling much more awake, as he quickly got up and somewhat awkwardly ran his way there without even caring that there were still flecks of sauce and oil on his clothes from what a glutton he made of himself earlier in the day.  Even though his stomach still bulged with enough gas and undigested food to make a mainlander terribly ill, if not fit to literally rupture, he hardly noticed. Tanos darted through a few long, wide rooms and hallways with surprising agility as he became increasingly alert and aware, until eventually he got to one of the castle’s back doors, and immediately made a beeline through the fields for the dragon caves just several minutes away.  The grass and wildflowers came up to his nearly his knees, in spite of numerous blubbery livestock being present to keep them in check. Eventually, he spotted two guards holding a rather dirty, disheveled, bruised-up young man dressed in thin, baggy, somewhat ripped beige pants and a short, frayed beige shirt that showed off a thin midriff, although he didn’t seem outright underweight. Tanos immediately noticed how short and scrawny he was.  He had to be in the range of 5’3 to 5’5, he couldn’t possibly be any bigger.  He had oddly engraved bands of some black metal around his upper arms and neck, so tight in fact that the skin around them was looking bruised.  He also had strange pointy ears that each stuck out about two inches, and his skin definitely wasn’t pale like many mainlanders he’d seen, more like olive or light tan, but he definitely wasn’t even a bit Adimyosian.  Even more obvious was that he had messy, whitish-silver hair that was a few inches long, and his face seemed much more delicate and androgynous than most Adimyosian men, even Tanos’, although he had a busted, swollen lower lip.  His eyes were a strange, glossy shade of dark blue, but one of them was puffy and swollen shut… But as for the visible one, even the pupil wasn’t quite black, just a darker shade of blue than the iris, oddly enough. “You must be the one who was trying to steal my dragon,”  Tanos started rather coldly, looking the young man dead in the eyes. “...” The prisoner said absolutely nothing, only staring up at Tanos rather impassively.  For his troubles, the guards holding him tightened their grips so much that he winced in pain. Tanos was a bit put off by the odd stare, but he wouldn’t back down from something so simple. “What gives you the right to steal my valued dragon?” “Y-your Highness, this is a mistake…  I’m not the enemy…  I would’ve never even dreamed of harming you of my own will.  I had no choice.  Please, tell me, do I look like most mainlanders you’ve seen?” the prisoner said rather quietly. Tanos was about to answer, before he suddenly had a strange realization.  “...First, why are you so easy to understand?”  Tanos asked.  It was far from common that mainlanders spoke Adimyosian well at all, especially if they were just prisoners. “That’s actually relevant to what I have to say, if you’d be so kind as to hear me out…”  the prisoner said quietly. “...Then explain yourself.  Quickly,”  Tanos said, frowning slightly. “I am Rivis Sivir, and I never wished to have anything to do with the mainland’s armies.  I am aware that I have been very disrespectful, and I have attempted what must surely be a terrible crime…  But that is merely because I am desperate.  One of your worst enemies, the Ensin, are constantly threatening my people and bringing us into their wars and invasions against our will.  I have multiple things I can tell you about their people and their plans, if you could just give me a chance…”  Rivis explained.  Tanos knew there was no absolute proof this man was actually telling the truth… and yet, something told him that there had to be at least some merit to his words.  If there actually was, then he could prove very useful.  The Ensin were indeed quite the threat, although Adimyos remained purely defensive, and things had not escalated too severely, so their invasions were not exactly considered war. “Very well then… guards, bring him to my parents,”  Tanos said.  Rivis noticeably gulped, his eyes widening a bit, but he quickly regained his composure.  The guards lifted him up a bit more, as if he weighed next to nothing, and quickly made their way to the royal bedchambers.  They did not actually go inside, but the guards did at least fetch the king and queen, and endure the wait for them to make themselves look presentable with the help of multiple other servants.. Although the king and queen were not exactly thrilled with being woken up, they did at least hear Tanos and Rivis out long enough to decide that at a soon to be determined later date, he would be summoned before a proper court to confess everything he knew and let it be decided what they should do with him.  Until that time came,  the decisions for what to do with Rivis were placed on Tanos, as it had been Tanos’ dragon he’d gone after, and Tanos was considered a capable adult. Still, that didn’t mean Tanos didn’t feel a bit nervous as he looked at Rivis, suddenly feeling a bit self-conscious about how he hadn’t even cleaned up and changed out of his somewhat messy clothes before going to see him.  He hardly looked fit to be in charge of a prisoner’s fate for what could be multiple weeks.  Still, when they left the area, Tanos noticed Rivis’ hands shaking, even as he clenched them and tried to keep them still. “Are you alright?”  Tanos asked. “Y-yes… of course…  Do whatever you feel you must, Your Highness…”  Rivis said, his voice cracking noticeably. Tanos knew that many people merely got upset because they were caught doing something wrong, but this… felt… different, somehow. “Is there something you would like to say, Rivis?”  Tanos asked. “N-no, no, nothing…”  Rivis said, his voice cracking even more.  However, Tanos could now notice tears in the corners of his eyes, and he immediately felt a twinge of concern.“Are you... crying?”  Tanos asked. “There’s no reason to care how I feel.  I’m the criminal, after all… I’ll go back to my cell…”  Rivis said, although he was now trembling more than ever.“...Does this have anything to do with your injuries?…”  Tanos asked in a slow, serious tone. “I… I… It’s… my fault...” Rivis choked out, hardly able to keep his voice steady.  Somehow, Tanos hardly believed him at all now. “...Is it lonely in there?”  Tanos asked softly. “...Terribly…”  Rivis said, so quietly Tanos almost didn’t hear. “Guards.  Take him to receive medical treatment.  I will decide on where he will stay tonight in the meantime,”  Tanos said. Rivis’ one good eye widened considerably.  “You’re… helping me?” he said hesitantly.  Even the guards were rather shocked by the order. “Yes.”  Tanos said simply. “Why?” Rivis asked quietly. “You have offered to help our kingdom.  I admit I’m not sure if you have something dangerous planned…  But at the very least, you shouldn’t suffer needlessly before anything can be proven…”  Tanos replied. “T-thank you… thank you so much…”  Rivis said, while Tanos merely remained quiet and walked off to find where Rivis would sleep. ...What a strange situation.  Rivis hadn’t even explained why he was so easy to understand yet...

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Adimyos, Land of Greenery and Giants Ch. 1

This is technically Chapter 2, but I’m treating the first post as just a prologue.  That post is >>>here<<< This is not where you want to be if you want realistic stuffing and more moderate size/weight gain.  This is a story about royalty, Big Fats, and serious musclechub, plus fantasy elements. There’s gonna be sort of kind of an actual plot coming up soon, just with a lot of obviously kinky stuff thrown in. As before, there’s a Google Docs version >>>here<<< if you don’t wanna deal with reading something long on tunglr.hell.  From now on, this will link to a folder containing all currently available chapters of Adimyos.

Tanos woke up one morning in a huge, extravagant bedroom with mostly white walls and a large, very sturdy balcony with sliding glass doors that let in a great deal of light.  He had a soft, luxurious, expansive bed that seemed rather awkwardly enormous for just him, as he’d been expected to grow into it.  He was only wearing loose, puffy white pants, with bare feet and no shirt.  He stretched, rolled to the outer edge of his bed, and sat up, feeling almost immediately hungry upon waking up.  He was actually glad for that as he gave his soft, modest pot belly a squeeze, trying to see if it’d gotten any larger or softer lately.  He’d been working hard on his appetite, so hopefully he’d see progress soon.

    As usual, it was a hot, humid, sticky sort of day, but it was pleasantly cool in the castle.  With the sheer mass of Adimyosians, especially the Adimyosian royalty, avoiding overheating was a big concern even with the fact that they were used to heat and high humidity.  Fortunately, they had an excellent ice trade going with a northern region, and there were both some mages capable of magically inducing cold, as well as some tamed beasts with the natural ability to do the same.  The royal family in particular had access to many of their own ice dragons and mages, although they always had to be foreigners or using foreign relics of arcane power, because Adimyosians were never born with the ability to use elemental magic.  Cold-enchanted stones, each a bit larger than someone’s head, were placed throughout the whole castle to help cool it.  They were exceptionally high quality, so the magic in each stone could last a few years without any issue.  To an outsider, the castle might actually be a bit chilly, but it felt heavenly to the Adimyosians.  

The magic possessed by Adimyosians was subtly and passively interwoven with their natural biology instead, helping to explain how they could accrue so much height, fat, and muscle without ill effect, or how they could gorge themselves to such incredible extents.  When very hungry, even an average Adimyosian man could eat thirty to forty pounds of food in one sitting without discomfort, or more if they pushed themselves.  And in spite of their completely indiscriminate eating habits, even eating things that could poison other races, all Adimyosians were very hearty and healthy.  Regardless of gender, they were as strong as oxen, and they’d gone centuries without a notable plague, even when outsiders carried foreign bacteria and parasites.

Before anything, Tanos went to a large, ornate cage near his bed, where one would expect to see some sort of bird… Instead, it housed a dragon the size of a small housecat, with a long neck and scales colored iridescent blues and violets.  Two long, lightly curled prehensile barbels trailed from the sides of its head. “Morning, Vizzi.”  Tanos said to it, as he opened the cage  The small dragon replied with a high trill before impatiently bringing its barbels together and producing a small shock that hit Tanos on the knuckle. “Alright, alright, I know you’re hungry...”  Tanos said, as Vizzi immediately escaped the cage and got outside through a small opening in the wall about ten feet from the ground, which acted as a sort of “dragon door”.  Although only a tiny thunder dragon, Vizzi was still a very intelligent and prideful creature, so he preferred to get food by himself.  Honestly, Tanos knew the little dragon would’ve unlocked the cage himself if he’d taken too much longer, but Tanos discouraged that because it made him worry about the little dragon.  He needed to be inside when it was dark at all costs.  There were plenty of nocturnal predators awaiting him if he got too sure of himself at night   Tanos went into his personal bathroom to prepare for the day, walking past cabinets full of various equipment for dealing with beasts much larger than Vizzi, and the weapons he liked to train with.  Once he made it, he took a good long look at himself in a mirror clearly made with someone far larger and taller in mind than him. He couldn’t help but sigh at the sight of his body, even though a mainlander would definitely scoff or give him a jealous glare if they ever caught him acting unsatisfied.  But to the Adomyosians, he was nothing but a small, meek young man.  He’d been told more than once that “At least you still have a beautiful face,” in various soft, optimistic, or outright pitying tones. He flexed in the mirror, an action that showed off bulging muscle that would surely intimidate or impress almost any mainlander… But to Adomyosians, they were barely anything special at all.  There’d been plenty of thirteen or fourteen year olds already more substantial than Tanos.  Even scaled down a bit so they’d be at his height, most Adimyosian men would still have larger muscles than him.  Perhaps he was still too active to grow properly…  He’d have to try lowering his activity more and keep trying to push his appetite further. Tanos cleaned himself up and changed clothes, although they were almost the same, just a bit fancier and with the addition of a thin, clingy black top, decorated with ornate gold patterns, showing off most of his arms, and purposely only going to his belly button. Tanos stood and left his huge room through the equally huge door, which opened into the extra wide hallway.  Fine paintings and sculptures decorated the whole length of it, typically depicting fantastic beasts and massively fat and muscular people, often warriors and historical figures. He made his way to the dining room, which was absolutely colossal, and one of the finest rooms in the whole castle.  His parents and siblings all sat around the utterly huge table, which was packed and thickly stacked with all manner of luxurious foods that were nevertheless rapidly disappearing into everyone’s exceedingly round, heavy, corpulent stomachs.  Tanos took an empty, oversized seat next to two of his older sisters and immediately began digging into the massive, fully stacked plate already prepared for him, thanks to the very real danger of them stealing his plate before he could get to it. Attendants nearby had to continually help keep everyone clean and get them refills, as they ate so ravenously that even their relatively “refined” eating style still generated quite bit of crumbs and messiness.  Tanos plowed through his first plate of food without much issue, feeling just the slightest bit proud because it had to have been about ten pounds of food by itself.  After all, it was more like a large serving platter than any dinner plate a mainlander would be familiar with.  He’d packed all manner of rich, fatty delicacies into his stomach, such as thick, sugary jam on rich biscuits, the dense, fatty meat of dragons, tender ham, sausage from only the best fed cattle, sweet, dense bread, an unusually rich and high-carb breed of potato, pancakes with decadent syrup, and dense, creamy milk with an enormous fat content.   Even the fruits on the side were unusually rich in fat and sugar compared to mainland fruit, with their juice and flesh being refreshing, yet thick and syrupy, or sometimes buttery in taste and texture.  Adimyosians were always more than happy to adopt different foods and meal ideas from other cultures, often adding their own twists to make it even richer and fattier. Adimyosian tastes were quite different from the norm, being highly indiscriminate in what they would eat, but having an exceptionally high enjoyment of anything especially rich or dense with calories. Eating was naturally highly pleasurable and rewarding to any Adimyosian, and they were natural-born gluttons.  Even something like a solid stick of butter could be a delicious snack to an Adimyosian’s greedy pallet. Tanos pushed himself to have a second fully packed plate even as he noticed the chefs and servants bringing out a second massive table full of food, and most of his family members had already plowed through several plates each.  Huge belches and pleased moans began to erupt from the others as they continued to gorge themselves.  However, there was barely any talking at all, besides some enthusiastic cries for more. The second plate was already becoming far too much for Tanos, and he had to painstakingly push himself to clear it all.  In the end, he managed to put away about twenty pounds of especially rich food, totalling over 20,000 calories, but that was still rather pathetic compared to the rest of his family.  By time he was finished, his firm, bloated belly looked absolutely pathetic next to his family, all still ravenously devouring more and more food. Meanwhile, he could only sit back and rub his stomach, burping to relieve the pressure. By time the rest of the family had finished, over an hour had passed, and everyone just sat languidly in their huge chairs, unable to move at all.  The servants cleaned up the massive piles of plates and whatever meager scraps were left, leaving the family to digest. With everyone being far too busy during the meal, afterwards was the only real time to talk.  After all, they always ate until they could barely move anyway. “It’s so nice that you don’t eat very much, Tanos….” one of his older sisters started, before pausing to let out an enormous belch.  “It saves food for us!” “Thrin, don’t tease him.  He did a good job this time, he looks more full than usual.  Maybe he’ll finally get his growth spurts soon,” his other sister said, a bit younger but kinder than her sibling.  “Besides, when have we ever not had enough food?” “Honjya, you’re always doting on him. Tanos is the same cute little twig of a brother as always, isn’t he?  Needing to be stuffed just to have a belly half as big as Masu’s empty belly was at that age… No matter how you look at it, he’s just the prince of twigs!” “I am not the prince of twigs!” Tanos said defensively.  “Mainlanders have said I look strong!” “If you’re a twig, mainlanders are nothing but strings!  Being bigger than those pale, scrawny, ugly men is just the bare minimum of beauty!” Thrin countered. “Men from the mainlands aren’t so bad.  It’s really cute how they think so highly of themselves even though they’re so tiny and fragile.  They’re like naive little kids.”  Honjya said. “I suppose so.  One of those depraved skeletons tried to touch me without permission once.  I broke his wrist just by grabbing it.  It really is incredible how they even survive, being so soft,”  Thrin said. “If you’re calling them skeletons, how can you turn around and say they’re soft?  Clearly, we’re much softer than them,”  Honjya said with a laugh, squeezing one of her massive, oozing lovehandles for emphasis.  Just the short laugh made her gelatinous breasts and belly wobble noticeably. “But in a good way!  We’re soft and beautiful, like the most plush and luxurious fabrics.  They’re just metaphorically soft…  Really, I suppose brittle would be the better word,”  Thrin said disdainfully.  “Shriveled, brittle little skeleton men who we always have to play nice with when they’re the ones who came trying to ransack our home in the first place…” “Don’t be so harsh right after a meal, Thrin.  Just relax and let your stomach work, or you’ll become ugly,”  came a deep voice from beside Thrin.. “It would take more than that to ruin the beauty of a princess, Lamtu,” Thrin said dismissively to her older brother.  “Even a twig like Tanos couldn’t become ugly from something so trivial,”  Thrin said.  “After all, he’s still got a few suitors who are confident they can manage to fatten him up!”   “You should be more like the others,”  Lamtu said, motioning an enormous but very plush arm to them.  Sure enough, their five other siblings were asleep after such a filling meal.  Some days, if they could get away with it, they’d do literally almost nothing but eat and sleep. “Mom is asleep too,”  Honjya said with a giggle.  Her mother, the queen of Adimyos, was a gorgeous but extraordinarily large woman, with a height of 8’4 and a weight of nearly 4,000 pounds.  She was peacefully dozing right across from them, her belly gurgling contentedly with the massive several hundred pound feast packed inside.  Really, the incredibly wide and plush woman was still more than fertile enough to continue having healthy heirs.  Due to having some of the finest Adimyosian genes in the land, on top of the natural health and vigor of their race, she still looked almost as youthful as her daughters despite being in her 40s, but she and the king had mutually decided it was best to stop at nine children.  After all, if she got pregnant just once or twice more, the resulting weight gain would surely make her immobile.  She already relied on her great height, extra large frame, and fantastic Adimyosian strength to remain mobile at 4,000 pounds as it was.  Still, it wasn’t an easy task, and she often had attendants following her to keep her steady with each wide, ponderous step.  Immobile royalty wasn’t unheard of in Adimyos, or even particularly uncommon, but the queen wasn’t in a rush to get there. The king was next to her, every bit as incredibly stuffed and overfed.  He was somewhere between being awake and asleep, apparently fighting the desire to go to sleep after a breakfast that partially involved eating a whole roast pig on his own.  He weighed almost the same amount as the queen, but looked somewhat less flabby and elephantine thanks to being a foot taller and having much more muscle on his frame.  So, technically, it was the queen who was the fattest in all of Adimyos, but the king was no less stunning.  His long, wavy black hair was in a thick, voluminous ponytail, and he wore a massive, ornate crown embedded with precious jewels in many colors.  

The king and queen were considered the absolute pinnacles of beauty and desirability.  Every day, their already naturally gorgeous skin and faces would be tended to with only the finest lotions and oils.  Still, it was intentionally not enough to completely stop the formation of stretchmarks, which were merely another sign of beauty to Adimyosians. The queen’s breasts were still unbelievably round and surprisingly perky for how massive and heavy they were, atop a massive, gelatinous double belly with a center fold so deep the queen had a tendency to store extra snacks in it, or in her enormous cleavage.  Her black bra was absolutely enormous, but comfortable and finely decorated.  It was practically the only thing she wore on her upper body besides a thin, skimpy, silky top that was somewhat translucent and didn’t even attempt to cover her stomach.  On her colossal lower body, with hips so amazingly wide and a butt so globular and massive that she needed the widest seat at the table of all,  she just wore a long white floral patterned skirt that had a split from the thigh down so it wouldn’t be outgrown too easily.  She wore a beautiful crown of living flowers, able to be maintained without magic because they were naturally air plants regardless.  They were secured to a tiara made of high quality, finely engraved wood, with valuable gems set into the whole length of it. As Tanos tried to leave the breakfast table, Honjya suddenly seized his arm.  Even though Tanos was far from weak, and he could tell Honjya was being rather gentle, her grip was inescapable. “You’re not finished yet, are you Tanos?  We still need to bulk you up so much!”  Honjya said.  Tanos gulped, dreading what was coming next, but he didn’t resist.  He knew he needed it. Honjya called two servants over, and they almost immediately knew what had to be done.  Tanos watched them with a mixture of anxiety and envy.  They were each hardly even seven and a half feet tall, and yet they both looked much bulkier, better fed, and better suited to be princes than him.  The only advantage he had was a prettier face. They came back in only a moment with some twine and a funnel, along with a massive pitcher of something.  Tanos quickly had his hands tied behind his chair and the funnel forced into his mouth.  He was getting used to it by now, as it’d happened at least once a day for the last month.  It wasn’t anything particularly unusual, he was just taking part in the latest scheme to force him to fatten up. It was working, to an extent.  He’d gained eleven pounds in the last month, but that was hardly anything compared to his siblings, even though he should’ve been able to fatten up much quicker than them without the need to support the nutritional demands of so much fat and muscle, along with the energy required to remain strong and healthy in spite of extreme obesity.

Still, Tanos couldn’t help but wince as the pitcher was tipped into the funnel, and he was immediately forced to pack a thick milkshake into his already full stomach.  He struggled to even breathe as he forced himself to focus on nothing but swallowing.  The mixture was painful and overwhelming before he finally started to find some relief about a third of the way into drinking it, thanks to the herbs inside.  They were designed to soothe an upset stomach as well as relax and elastify muscles and tissues, allowing his stomach to stretch further than it could on its own… And hopefully, leading to permanent capacity increases over time.  Still, it was an arduous and painful ordeal.  There was a whole gallon of the thick shake mixture in the funnel, and it was somewhat denser than water alone, so by time he finally forced it all into his stomach, he’d added more than ten pounds and perhaps 25,000 more calories to his heavily burdened stomach. Still, the main theory as to why he could only grow so slowly with such extreme overfeeding was that his body was in an unusually prolonged unique phase of Adimyosian puberty known as the Great Shift.  Essentially, the Great Shift was a preparation phase.  The body was using up a disproportionately ridiculous amount of energy and not adding much more size or mass during this phase because it was busy converting the young Adimyosian’s body into a stronger and tougher body that could effortlessly endure heights, weights, and digestive burdens that would normally be impossible and highly dangerous and unhealthy, as well as being capable of safely gaining weight much faster, and building far more muscle than would be possible for a normal human. Normally, an Adimyosian was supposed to have already completed their Great Shift in the range of fourteen to sixteen years old, sometimes even sooner, but it seemed that Tanos’ body was simply running very late with it.  Fortunately, they’d ruled out curses or some dormant disease or defect in the bloodline, so now it was simply a matter of waiting out the unusually long Great Shift.  In any case, making sure the subject always had as much nutrition as possible was known to make the Shift conclude faster, so even though the force-feeding was difficult and only making slow progress so far, it would help either way.

Tanos rubbed his stomach and belched loudly, now packed with over thirty pounds of food at once.  His bloated midsection growled and bubbled uncomfortably, still aching and pulsing with mild pain even with the stretching and relaxing effects of the shake.  It looked like he was about to deliver triplets, jutting out a full foot in front of him, but he couldn’t help but feel rather embarrassed.  The servants were merely normal Adimyosians and even they could easily and happily eat the same amount of food in one sitting, with no help from a stomach-stretching painkiller shake, getting only pleasantly full rather than painfully overstuffed. Honjya slowly rubbed his stomach with a large, soft hand.  Tanos often noted that even her fingers were fat.  “You did really good this time, Tanos!  That was the entire pitcher!  Would you like me to carry you to bed?”  Honjya said. Tanos let out another huge burp before answering.  “Yes, please…”  he said, his breathing labored.  He was honestly rather embarrassed by the offer, but he was too full to try and preserve his dignity. “Okay!  Today, you can just eat and sleep all you want…  Soon, you’ll be as big as us,”  Honjya said caringly, as she stood and then proceeded to lift Tanos bridal style, as if he were only the weight of a small child, and not a 240 pound man with over thirty pounds of food in him. “Thank you…”  Tanos mumbled, although his face was burning and he couldn’t look directly at her.  As kind as she could be, it was still incredibly embarrassing to be carried around like a little kid by a 1,500 pound, 8 foot tall sister who was older by only a year and a half.  

It wasn’t exactly the fastest way to travel, but Tanos was back in his room soon enough, as Honjya gingerly placed him on his bed, although it was rather awkward due to her size.

“Sleep well, Tanos,”  she said warmly, before waddling back into the hallway. Tanos, barely able to move on his own while so full, quickly fell into a deep sleep while absentmindedly rubbing his aching, jutting stomach. It was progress, but he still had far more to face than just painful funnel feeding and the struggle to gain more weight.

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so i should be asleep but apparently i get inspired at ungodly late (or...early) hours so here are my current important ideas for an OC wg story i’m gonna start writing sometime soon, once i develop them and think them through some more. -Fantasy RPG-style universe (like not a literal novelized game but it has monsters, magic, medieval-ish time setting, etc.) -Relatively humorous and not too negative, on the whole. -4 primary characters that form a party. Young adult age.  2 guys, 2 girls.  None of them are straight. I don’t have names yet, but I at least know they are definitely not heteros and not all 100% human. -There’s a good chance I’ll sneak some vore in because I’m gross. -Pretty anachronistic for humor and because of the possible logical explanation that if magic is real and widespread, then why would tech develop the same anyway -Society is medieval looking but pretty socially progressive.  Which means there’s nothing wrong with not being a cishet.  And also nothing wrong with dating a sapient dragon/goblin/elemental/whatever, if you want.

-Main plot goes somewhat beyond weight gain, although weight gain kind of ties directly into it. -Main character is lanky, meek, and pretty average yet wants to become a powerful warrior.  The problem is that warriors are supposed to be bIG.  Big, strong, and fat.  So part of the plot is basically that he can’t properly continue his training until he gains enough weight.  The other part has to do with why exactly he wants to do this so badly in the first place, and also what his party members want and how it all kinda ties together.

-It’s a fantasy world, so you explicitly need shit like superhuman ability and magic to successfully fight all but the weakest monsters.  Body mass happens to be one of the easiest and most reliable ways to hold on to a lot of supernatural energy at once.  Therefore, lots of adventurer-type people basically need to be fat to survive/succeed, which has resulted in a positive attitude towards fat as a whole. -Fat attraction is common enough that no one who’s into it considers it “kinky” or feels its something they need to keep a secret. -Gain speed/focus will vary (especially because magic) but I generally like it a bit fast.  (1-2 pounds a day)

-Buncha other shit I’m working out.

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A Softer Summer Part 2/2

WELL HERE WE ARE AGAIN. IT’S ALWAYS SUCH A PLEASURE. REMEMBER WHEN WE MADE FANFIC ABOUT PLUMPING MARCO UP TWICE? 

...Well of course you don’t because this is the second time.  Oh yes. It’s happening. The stuffing... I mean stunning conclusion to Marco being a huge fatass and gaining weight unrealistically fast!  Oh, but what’s this... are Eren, Armin, and Jean going to start looking a bit doughier too? (Yes, or else why would I even ask that?)

“Eating again, huh lardass?” Jean asked Marco with a sneer, as he came into the kitchen with a stern expression.  Indeed, Marco was sitting at the table shirtless, happily stuffing his face with so many PBJ sandwiches that he’d used a whole loaf of bread.  It wasn’t even an actual mealtime.  Even with so much bread and peanut butter, Marco’s incredible appetite made it nothing but a nice snack.  There was of course an extra-large chocolate milkshake on the side, and because he was at home, he wasn’t even slightly interested in eating modestly.  He moaned and stuffed the bread into his mouth as fast as possible, using the milkshake to help get it all down into his greedy stomach.

“Can’t even stop yourself long enough to answer, huh porker?” Jean continued, still sounding quite stern.

Marco did stop at this point, and turned around to look at Jean… There was a little smirk on Jean’s face that indicated he was definitely planning something. “You ought to be punished for eating like this, you know.  No one else would even think of being half as greedy as you, tubby.  I think you need to be taught a lesson...  A very important lesson.” Jean said, as he roughly grabbed hold of Marco’s thick love-handles and jiggled them a bit.

“Like what?” Marco said, not even bothering to hide the strong hint of eagerness in his tone.

“If you wanna eat like a fatass pig so bad… I’ll just have to stuff you until you don’t even want to look at food again.” Jean said deviously, as he went over to the fridge and got out a huge pitcher of thick, heavy gainer shake.  He then put it on the kitchen table before getting a funnel and tube from one of the cabinets.  Marco was already getting excited for what would happen next.

Another three weeks had passed since Marco had hit 350, and his appetite and sheer desire to eat had only grown since then.  Now, the only time he was ever truly what he’d call hungry was in the morning.  Any other time, he was simply going by his gluttonous desires.  A diet was absolutely out of the question now, his self-control at an all-time low.  He vaguely registered that it’d probably take a miracle to even slow down, let alone stop his gluttonous new habits once summer ended, but he didn’t really care anymore. Eating was his passion now, and it showed on his bloated frame.  Another sixty pounds had been added to his figure, placing him at an incredibly fat 410.  He was noticeably softer and thicker in every area, much to Jean’s elation.

Jean quickly put the end of the feeding tube into Marco’s mouth. “Better get ready, fatass.” Jean said, smacking Marco’s stomach a couple of times before picking up the pitcher and pouring it into the funnel.  Marco gulped as fast as he could, quickly feeling his stomach get tight as the rich liquid came in on top of the massive snack he’d just had.  But he refused to give up, and he didn’t give Jean any signals to stop or slow down as he continued.  With all the food he’d already had, it really did feel like a punishment… and that was exactly what Marco wanted.  It wasn’t /supposed/ to be easy, it was supposed to be a challenge that he and his unusually greedy stomach had to overcome, to stretch out and eat even more in the future.

Once Jean had finally emptied the whole pitcher into Marco’s stomach, Marco could do nothing but burp and moan as Jean suddenly became much gentler.  He set the tube and funnel aside and began to massage Marco’s vast, round stomach.  There was so much fat now that it hadn’t even actually become taut, but Jean definitely couldn’t press too far into it without meeting resistance. “God, I never thought I’d ever get to see more than 400 pounds of you.” Jean said, as he tenderly rubbed at the stuffed belly, blushing a bit as he did.  He found Marco’s oversized belly to be perfect in pretty much every way, and it amazed him to think that it was only going to get bigger from here. “I’m so lucky.”  Jean said with a chuckle, as he kissed Marco on the cheek.  “Got a big handsome fatty all to myself.”

“And I’ve got a cutie like you all to myself.” Marco said with a giggle, before kissing Jean back.

A few days later, Eren and Armin came to visit again, since it’d been a while since last time… But this time, they came at night, and things were quite a bit different when they were greeted by Jean and Marco.

“Hey, Armin!” Marco said enthusiastically, as Armin came through the front door.  He definitely didn’t miss Armin’s jaw dropping briefly before he managed to collect himself.  “And… woah, Eren…” Marco said in surprise, as he looked at his formerly very fit friend and immediately noticed he must have gained at least 70 pounds.  Compared to Marco, he was shorter and more apple shaped, so his stomach was already a round and slightly overhanging beer gut, accompanied by abundant lovehandles.  His chest was already quite large and soft, as well as his arms.  His t-shirt clung tightly to his belly and rode up a bit, exposing a bit of soft flesh and a hint of stretchmarks beneath.  His thighs had plumped up considerably as well, but his stomach was clearly getting the lion’s share of his new weight.  “What happened here?” Marco said in a curious but rather teasing tone.

“What did you do, eat someone?” Jean asked teasingly.

“Well, Marco literally looks twice as big himself… But sure, interrogate me.” Eren said sarcastically, before continuing.  “Anyway, I kinda thought it’d be nice to use your idea and just eat whatever for a while… I was only planning to do it until I gained 10 or 15 pounds, then I’d get serious again and lose it… But I… kinda had a problem with that… I kinda got addicted, I guess…” Eren said, obviously somewhat flustered. “I didn’t think it’d feel so good…”

“Yeah, it definitely grows on you… literally.” Marco said, briefly jiggling his own vast stomach with a smile.

“I’m gonna pretend you didn’t say that.” Eren said with a groan. “Anyway, I’m starving! What do you got this time?” Eren asked, as he immediately made his way to the kitchen.

Eren was far from disappointed by what he saw.  His new beer belly growled loudly as he looked at the massive quantities of food.  There had to be dozens of thick, juicy, homemade cheeseburgers, along with heaps of fresh, hot fries and a huge amount of very rich and cheesy macaroni with bacon in it.  Then, for dessert, there was a huge chocolate cake.  There was even a chicken salad, which might’ve looked like a pointless attempt to make the meal healthier, if it weren’t for the fact that it had so many condiments and ingredients and strips of fried chicken breast that it obviously wasn’t. “Jean, how do you stay so skinny when you have to be around this much food?” Armin asked incredulously.  Jean initially wasn’t sure why exactly he’d bother asking, but then he saw the modest but tell-tale bulge of fat on Armin’s midsection, mostly hidden by his shirt.  It was perhaps 25 to 30 pounds at the most, but it was definitely something.

“Oh, that’s easy.  Marco just eats it all before I have the chance to.” Jean said with a laugh. ”But seriously, it’s not like the temptation isn’t there…  I just kinda make it through, somehow.” Jean said.

Once the eating actually started, the way Marco ate was so swift and ferocious that you could almost believe that Jean’s joke was actually serious.  Despite the huge meal, there ended up being no leftovers at all besides a few scraps and crumbs.  And both Armin and Eren had become hungrier than last time as well, especially Eren.  He managed to put away nearly as much as Marco did when Eren and Armin had visited before.  Jean briefly wondered if Eren had the same condition as Marco, or if he was really just that greedy once he stopped worrying about his diet.

Perhaps Marco’s appetite was encouraging everyone to be more gluttonous, because even Jean ended up too full to take another bite.  There was a sizable bulge in his belly, which was now readily apparent.

“…I can’t believe we ate it all…” Eren said as he idly rubbed his stomach, although he wasn’t sure how much he regretted that fact.

“Well, it was mostly me, so if you feel bad don’t worry!” Marco responded.

“…It… feels good, actually…” Eren admitted, before letting out a large burp.  Jean was a bit taken aback, and just when Armin was about to scold Eren, Marco let out an even bigger, longer burp.

“Marco-” Armin began sternly… But no one ever got to hear him finish, because he suddenly and very unexpectedly let loose the largest burp of all. Armin suddenly didn’t have very much to say as the others giggled childishly at him.

All anyone felt like doing after that was lazily lounge around, letting the food digest.  They talked about food and weight gain for quite some time, since Marco’s growth was frankly too impressive /not/ to talk about.  Marco and Eren traded various stories about their recent feats of sheer gluttony, neither of them ashamed in the slightest.  Marco even told Eren and Armin about the doctor’s visit he’d be having in the next couple of days, and about his odd condition.  They needed a good minute to believe that a doctor would actually tell someone to get fat, and Armin had to check and see if such a condition actually existed on his smartphone… But once that was out of the way, they were quite fascinated.

After Eren and Armin left, Marco ended up having yet another massive meal just before bed.  Jean had presumably gone to bed in the middle of Marco’s before-bed feast, but when Marco heavily plodded into the bedroom, he saw Jean standing there with a huge pitcher of gainer shake and the funnel, all ready to go.  Since he was about to go to bed, Marco was now shirtless, and Jean could see just how enormous he was… Thick, wonderful rolls, stretchmarks, a massive overhang, incredible thighs, big puffy moobs… the whole nine yards.  But there was always room for more.

Marco honestly wasn’t sure he could do this, but a greedy little voice in his head told him that he at least needed to try.

“Since you brought your condition up again, I figured that we aren’t really taking full advantage of it.” Jean said, before motioning for Marco to sit on the bed.  “We’ve got more than enough money, so it’s all about getting that bloated gut of yours up to speed.” Jean said, as he reached down to squeeze Marco’s rolls.  “I think three pounds a day is starting to sound a little slow.  You’re a greedier, hungrier piggy than that, right?  You can do better, can’t you, you overfed hog?  You want to do better.  You think you’re full, but at the same time, I can see how bad you want this shake.  I can see how bad you want to turn into even more of a gluttonous pig, because you just can’t help yourself.  Isn’t that right?” Jean said.  Marco felt himself getting flustered and nodded, almost forgetting about the tightness that was already in his stomach.

Jean put the funnel in and Marco grunted a bit as he noted that the shake was even thicker and richer than usual, but the deliciousness encouraged him to keep going.

“Like that?  I put a special cream in it, one that they only recently started selling anywhere.  Extra concentrated, and only certain breeds of cow can make it.  It’s pretty expensive stuff, and you’re only supposed to use it sparingly for cooking.  Having it direct like this will blow you up like a balloon in no time.  But that’s fine.  Anything for you, my perfect ‘little’ pig.” Jean said.  Marco became painfully full and distended as his gut swelled more and more, and he was amazed at how this new cream filled him up compared to the gainer shakes from before… But it was so rich and delicious that he didn’t want to give up. Soon, the entire thing was gone, and Marco was now lying in bed on his back, rubbing his stomach and burping every several seconds, trying to relieve the immense amounts of pressure in his gut.  Despite how incredibly flabby he was, his hands could hardly even press very far into his fat before he felt the firmness of his totally stuffed stomach.

“You did such a good job, babe.” Jean said, voice quiet and rich with love, before getting into bed next to Marco and helping him rub his gut.  “I’m so proud of you.  I love you so much.  You’re the best.” Jean said gently, even kissing Marco’s cheeks and belly a few times afterwards, causing Marco to giggle a bit.

Although the stuffing was rather painful, Marco eventually managed to go to sleep happily.

The doctor’s visit within the next couple of days put Marco’s weight at a very hefty 436 pounds, much to the doctor’s shock and the delight of Jean and Marco.

“You really ARE putting this weight on fast…” the doctor said in disbelief.

“I love eating.” Marco readily admitted, patting his stomach a bit for emphasis.

“I see…” the doctor responded, having obviously never expected to see anything like this.  “Next time, you’ll probably be too heavy for our scale... Hopefully we can get one with a higher limit before then.” the doctor said, which sent a mild tingle of excitement down Marco’s spine.  He was already much too fat for the average bathroom scale, but this was even better.  Being so utterly fat in a place that usually discouraged it made him feel naughty, in an oddly good way.  After he had some more tests done, the doctor spoke to him again. “Anyway, as we’ve determined from our tests, all the findings definitely support what we already knew, and what we’ve been hypothesizing… Along with a rather new finding.” the doctor started. This piqued the curiosity of the two young men, before he continued. 

“To put it simply… This condition is ‘contagious’, in a certain sense.  It is technically genetic, but new studies are finding that it could be dormant or active on a lower level in many more people than we previously thought.  Once someone who has it is rapidly gaining weight, they produce pheromones that can actually trigger it in someone who was previously just a carrier…  Although different carriers also seem to have differing levels of susceptibility.  It could trigger very quickly in one person and much more slowly in another.  On top of that, it won’t truly trigger until the person has a significant spurt of weight gain.” the doctor said.  “That being said…  Just for curiosity’s sake… Is there anyone you’ve recently been around who’s also gained a lot of weight recently?” Marco nodded, immediately thinking of Eren.

“Well, they’re not really in any danger, and it is possible for them to resist or even ignore this condition if they’d like, so I wouldn’t worry about it much.  At this point, the main concern is just social stigma…. Or perhaps clothing, if they allow their weight to climb enough.  But once again, today’s test results look absolutely wonderful.” the doctor said. “There’s no reason you can’t continue with your lifestyle, as strange as I feel saying that…”

“Thanks, Doctor!” Marco said, before he and Jean left.

Marco soon told Eren what he had found out from his doctor, and although Eren was surprised and rather confused at first, he quickly accepted it.  In fact, once he fully understood, he was rather happy about it.  Eren’s family had multiple doctors, and Armin’s family had some outright geniuses, including Armin himself, so they definitely had enough money for Eren to freely stuff his face and keep getting new clothes…  Although that didn’t change the fact that Eren would keep getting attached to certain clothes and refusing to admit he’d outgrown them, thanks to an even bigger stubborn streak than Marco.  Armin had a similar problem, because he wasn’t entirely intending to gain weight, so it kept sneaking up on him.  It didn’t help that the two were finding more time to spend with Jean and Marco, and had started coming over much more frequently to have massively fattening meals with them, because Eren and Marco had bonded over how much they loved to eat now.  They would trade recipes and food ideas, along with their experiences with their rapid weight gain… And Jean was starting to notice his clothes getting just a bit snug.

Now with four weeks left, the gain was still going strong… And as luck would have it, an event that would help them along soon came up.

All four boys decided to go to the beach together one day, since there wasn’t too much more summer left and they wanted to properly enjoy it.  With their swim trunks on, you could easily see the results of all their feasting. Just the slightest bit of softness was on Jean’s previously flat stomach.  A quick step on the scale before he left had shown him he’d actually steadily crept up 15 pounds this summer, a good third of it coming in just the last week.  Perhaps Armin had jinxed him somehow.

Speaking of Armin, the short blond had a cute and pudgy new belly forming, with nice stretchmarks forming on the lower parts to show that he could put away more than you’d think.  He was sucking in a bit, even though he knew full well he was with two much fatter people.  But to his embarrassment, quite a bit of weight had already gone into his moobs, making them soft and perky.  His lovehandles were also coming in pretty well.

“I gained 13 pounds since the cream…  It’s so good…  I can’t help it…” Armin admitted shyly, when Marco asked about it.  There was no reason to hide it when Marco was literally the size of about three of him. “I’m at least 160, so I’m actually pretty overweight now…”

“And cute as hell.” Eren told him with a smirk, poking Armin’s belly. “You don’t have to suck in.  Just relax.  It’s only a little tummy.” Eren reassured him.  Armin listened, figuring it was a little silly to be embarrassed about being chubby, especially with a properly fat boyfriend next to him.  The cute new pot belly was free to bulge outwards now, but it looked tiny compared to Eren and Marco. Those two were actually already holding a large, greasy looking, cheese-stuffed chili-dog, and a triple scoop ice cream cone each, because they’d just visited a food stand.  The local beach was infamous for its food stands and surrounding restaurants, which helped to lure in more visitors with generous and tasty but fatty treats.  However, Jean was also rolling around a very large container of food from home, knowing their combined hunger would make them end up spending an impractical amount of money on food from said stands.

Just like Marco, telling Eren that his health wouldn’t be harmed by his gluttony just encouraged him to be even more gluttonous.  It turned out that he’d already gained 75 pounds when Jean and Marco first saw his gain, and in the past few days he’d already managed about 20 more.  He wasn’t up to Marco’s colossal appetite, but he’d been told about the special cream, which gave him a serious boost.  No one could really be sure, but it seemed the cream might have caused his moobs to get somewhat larger and softer than they would’ve otherwise.  They were very plump and prominent, along with his impressive gut, which was still where the majority of his weight was going.  It was very round, but it hung lower and lower by the day, swelling and growing so quickly that it couldn’t possibly ignore the pull of gravity.  But his ass and thighs weren’t exactly being neglected either, and his swim trunks were clearly too small for him.  They couldn’t be loosened even a millimeter further, and the fabric was noticeably stretched over his ass while the waistband just made his doughy, stretchmark-covered love-handles more apparent.

By time they found a spot to set their things up, Eren had already finished his chili dog.  He belched without shame and patted his belly in contentment, clearly rather proud of his size and rapid growth.  “The food here is sooo good!” he proclaimed happily, as he immediately started on his ice cream, not even caring that there was still some chili around his mouth.

Meanwhile, Marco was already finishing up his ice cream as well, and he was clearly the most interesting one to look at.  He’d already attracted quite a lot of stares, although they didn’t really bother him.  He was still greedily and diligently on his new regimen of special gainer shakes, and it showed.  He’d already gotten to about 480 pounds, now able to gain roughly 6 pounds per day on his gluttonous shake-augumented diet.  His body was wide and thick with pure gelatinous fat all over, and his belly hung down over his thighs.  His swim trunks were also too small, and were perhaps the only thing that looked that way when you saw him.  Otherwise; he was just fat, wobbly arms and legs; a marvelous ass; huge lovehandles; a round, chunky face; very soft and heavy moobs that could’ve used some kind of support; and plush, downy thighs and hips.  He was still bottom heavy, and his lower belly was enormous.  The fat stores within were probably growing very, very slowly at that very moment, as his body steadily digested and processed the tens of thousands of calories already in his system.

Once their towels, chairs, and umbrellas were set up, Marco turned to Jean and eagerly asked a question. “Jeeann… Could you put some lotion on me… and get me some more food… pleaseee?” Marco knew Jean wouldn’t pass up the opportunity in a million years, and it’d probably earn him some more stares.  Too fat to not seriously risk crushing a chair, Marco simply laid down on a couple of towels.  Jean couldn’t help but agree almost immediately.

But just as Jean was finishing, Eren and Armin noticed a bunch of chairs being set up around a large table a ways away… and food.  Lots and lots and lots of food.  Nothing very healthy or insubstantial, either.  Instead of something like watermelon; you got things like barbecue, cheeseburgers, chili dogs, fries, potato salad, grilled corn, mac and cheese, milkshakes, ice cream, nachos, pizza, fried chicken, subs, spaghetti… basically a glutton’s dream.  The four boys were honestly a bit spellbound as the scent of all the food wafted over, and they couldn’t help but look with rather dopey expressions.  The beach and the surrounding area /did/ have amazing food, they were well aware.  A sign that had been set up on the front of the table made the purpose clear: this was going to be an eating contest.

Some other people were already interested as well, and the boys could see that maybe they’d be just a bit hypocritical for staring at Marco.  Sure, Marco was clearly the fattest on the beach, but he didn’t have as much of a lead as you might expect.  Many others were at /least/ as fat as Eren, and Armin actually seemed to be one of the smaller people on the beach.  Thanks to all the fatty affordable food around, it was notoriously a bad beach for expecting to see stereotypical “hot babes”.  And if you did, they may not fit that stereotype by the end of the summer.  Anyone who /really/ wanted to stay skinny knew quite well that this beach wasn’t the place to do it.

At the end of August, that was already clear.  There were quite a few people who had ‘ruined’ beach bodies now, otherwise slender frames with chunky thighs or soft little bellies not unlike Armin’s.  They didn’t even have Marco’s condition for an excuse, they were simply bad at controlling themselves around so much good food.

Once everything was set up, a stocky, paunchy man with a megaphone announced as much, and all willing participants formed a line for a quick and relatively informal signup process.  Marco got some worried looks from others, which made him feel good about himself.  Unless someone had a spatial anomaly for a stomach, he was almost sure to win.  The whole summer had been his practice, with him gluttonously filling himself up with food at every opportunity.  There was a modest entry fee, but given the sheer amount of eating involved, the prize was actually quite nice: 200 dollars and eating at any restaurant or stand in the area for free until the end of summer.  The rules were very few, and it was purely a contest of sheer capacity.  Whoever ate the most won.

All boys besides Jean ended up entering.  Armin almost didn’t but Eren managed to coax him into it, playfully tracing a couple of his stretchmarks with his finger while going “Don’t pretend you can’t eat a lot” in a knowing and almost excited tone.  He’d love to see Armin get nice and stuffed, after all.  There was just something really nice about seeing his boyfriend so full, with such a snug, tightly packed stomach... so satiated and well provided for. Things proceeded in a surprisingly quick and orderly fashion, and soon all contestants were seated.  Marco was grateful that these chairs were sturdier than normal lightweight beach chairs, or he’d be liable to plop straight to the sandy ground.  The food was served one particular food at a time, and you could move on as soon as you were finished.  They started out with the barbecue, which was mostly incredibly thick and meaty ribs dripping with a lovely sauce, served in a heaping pile.  The contest was so outright unconcerned with pesky trivialities like health and calories that only soda was provided as a drink, not water.  On top of that, the soda’s abundant carbonation could provide an interesting obstacle for the contestants.

Marco dug in as soon as he heard start, somehow still at least slightly savoring the delicious meat and lovely sauce as he ate with reckless abandon.  He felt absolutely amazing, being able to just plow through food like this with no one able to stop him.  He was done in practically no time, stomach seeming to gurgle for more as he moved on to a whole large meat lover’s pizza.  He was a little surprised, even as he tore into the hot, fresh food with joy.  One ‘measly’ pizza wasn’t a lot for him, but most people weren’t him.  Still, he easily pressed on, enjoying just how much his belly could hold.  Now it was a very large basket of chicken tenders and fries with a couple of dipping sauces on the side, which he rapidly tore through with no problems. 

But Marco could see that the other contestants were no slouches either.  It was no wonder there was nearly no one skinny on the beach.  Sure, they might not have been as big or hungry as him, but they’d had plenty of time to gain weight and work on their appetites at a more gradual and typical rate.  Eren was steadily rubbing Armin’s belly a bit with one hand (that he had luckily wiped thoroughly beforehand), and both boys already looked pretty stuffed as they each finished their second plate.  But Marco knew they still had a good amount of room left, especially on the very good chance he’d already activated their dormant weight gain conditions.

Marco had grilled corn next, which was deceptively unhealthy.  Tons of butter and a good amount of salt.  And it tasted different from usual corn, but in the best possible way.  Oddly rich, with a somewhat thicker texture and a bit more weight.  He could easily guess it probably had many more calories than normal corn ought to have, especially when he caught an impromptu announcer saying it was from the same company as the cream Jean started feeding him lately.  In fact, he was a bit surprised to hear that the whole contest was apparently some kind of deal with them.  But definitely not surprised enough to stop eating. Marco went through plate after plate of fattening, incredible food, burping and rubbing his belly as he went in a haze of feverish gluttony.  He hardly registered people steadily giving up.  He just munched, chewed, and slurped his way through as best he could, until finally he heard the announcer shouting for everything to stop.  His belly had crumbs and a few splatters of sauce on it now from the veritable eating rampage he had just gone on, but when he looked up and wiped off his face, there were only five other people left.

Armin and Eren had managed to hang on, although Armin was burping heavily every moment and they looked like they’d be having a set of twins each any day now.  He didn’t know the other people, two girls around his age and a somewhat older guy.  They looked every bit as stuffed, and they were all big too.  Well between Marco and Eren in size.  One girl was a brunette who looked to be at least 350, the guy had blonde hair and was a stocky 300, and the other girl was a blonde who was perhaps 275 but looked even bigger thanks to being quite short, and having very large breasts. Even with a lot more fat to cover it, Marco looked pretty swollen himself.

Apparently, Marco and the other five had now distinguished themselves as having such immense appetites that there would now be a special elimination round to finally decide the winner.  It was simple.  Massive amounts of chocolate milkshake were set before them, made with the special cream.  The containers were clearly labeled with measurements.  Whoever could chug the most won. Marco wasted no time, feeling his belly swell and tighten more and more… just as everyone else quite quickly gave up one after the other, with at most two quarts of it in their bellies.

Marco couldn’t blame them, this stuff was heavy.  But he already had quite a bit of practice and much more room to work with, so he could keep happily chugging away.  No one even stopped him, just curious to see how long he could go until he really was full.

Marco ended up with a whole gallon and a half in his gut, and quite suddenly realized he’d never been so stuffed in all his life.  The crowd was awestruck, and Jean was blushing furiously at Marco’s huge tight gut, now loudly protesting against his gluttony.

“And we have a winner!” the announcer cried.  Luckily, he understood Marco was in no position to stand as he congratulated him, lightly patted his belly, and gave him his prize.  Even that light pat was enough to elicit a string of massive burps and a moan.  He had no time to feel ashamed, he felt like he’d explode if he didn’t get those burps out.  He was happy he won, but things were practically a blur because of how full he was.  He was steadily heaved out of his seat by Jean and some others, and the next thing he knew he was up hours later back at home.

Marco ended up putting on 15 pounds from just that single contest, which was a bit surprising until Jean reminded him of just how much he ate, and how the new special cream company’s products were most of the food.  No one on the beach had ever seen anyone with such an appetite.  Marco had a bellyache for a little while, but the loving praise and looks of desire and adoration he got from Jean were well worth it.

The four remaining weeks passed by in a rush of eating and bliss.  Marco let Eren have the prize card that allowed him free food near the beach, figuring he was getting plenty fat enough just with Jean’s diligent cooking, takeout, and milkshakes.  He definitely wasn’t wrong for thinking so, at any rate.  The contest seemed to have stretched his gut a bit more and pushed down a couple of whatever mental barriers that were supposed to keep you from endlessly gulping down food remained.  Now he was up to 7 or 8 pounds a day, depending.

And watching Marco be so greedy seemed to make Jean a bit hungrier too.  Marco would often giggle when he found Jean in the middle of cooking with a rounded little belly and crumbs or grease on his lips, having clearly tasted a lot of his cooking. “You make it look so damn good…” was Jean’s feeble defense, as his formerly trim midsection puffed outwards and softened considerably within the last weeks of summer.  It was fun to grope and grab the little tummy and soft little sides whenever they were being romantic or sexual… which was quite often, given that Marco’s constant gaining had Jean aroused more than he’d ever been in his life.

Meanwhile, Eren took full advantage of Marco’s generosity, and he and Armin constantly used the card.  All the notoriously fatty places the card was good for quickly made their effects known.  The four hardly ever saw each other /not/ full at this point.  They were all getting much jigglier and heftier, and quickly. Finally, at the end of the four weeks, Jean and Marco knew what time it was… but first, there was a more pressing matter.

“Jeeeaan… *urrrrp*  Get up… It’s fall now.  We gotta see how fat I got.” Marco said, still rather gassy from an early morning shake feeding…. Except he hadn’t actually gotten out of bed either.  He couldn’t, because Jean was on top of his huge body asleep.

“…But you’re sooo comfy… All fat n’ soft n’ warm…  Real, real fat, too… Like a big ol’ sexy toasted marshmallow…” Jean said lazily, obviously still half asleep.

“Come onnn, Jean… I’m hungry…  And I know you are too, because of this cute little new friend you got here.” Marco said, referring to Jean’s own chubby belly, which he gave a poke.  It was a lot smaller, but still.  Jean had gotten a little into the cream himself, and that threw him a bit over the ‘pound a day’ zone.  He was passing 190 now, making him clearly overweight, and it was especially obvious because he was shirtless.  Marco playfully jabbed his finger at a flabby pectoral a couple of times, which finally motivated his now plush-looking boyfriend to roll off of him and get up.

Marco lazily hefted his massively fattened form out of bed and followed him to the bathroom, then stepped on to the very powerful scale necessary to support his great bulk.

The eye-level display read 701 pounds in bright red.

Marco blinked once, hardly able to believe it.  Sure he knew he was really big, but this was… He never expected this.

“Daaamn…” Jean said with repressed awe.  Just seeing the number made him get a little hard.  “That’s amazing.  You’re amazing.” Jean said, lovingly grabbing Marco’s massively fat body in a hug.  His arms couldn’t even get all the way around, and that only made it better.  Marco was just huge in every way.  His belly was supremely soft and jiggly, hung nearly to his knees, and practically made him a hug magnet for anyone that knew him well enough.  His thighs were like tree trunks, his ass was like two great globes, and his arms jiggled about with every move.  His moobs were huge doughy lumps of plush fat, and they were recently beginning to lactate from all of Marco’s special cream filled milkshakes.  Jean had heard it was a possible side effect, but he was the opposite of worried.

“Okay…  I want food now…” Marco said.

“Just let me play with your tummy for five minutes…” Jean said, kneading the huge blubbery rolls will glee.

“T-that feels really good, but I’m hungry nowww, Jean!” Marco whined.  As if on cue, his belly groaned in agreement.  That was a ‘downside’ of all his intense growth.  He was a total and complete unapologetic glutton now.  He could hardly stand to go without food, and he could get hungry again in a snap.  His belly would groan and gurgle all day, and it was getting hard to tell if it was hunger or digestion causing it.  So to be on the safe side, Jean just fed him as much as he was willing to cram down his throat, which was a truly monumental amount.

“Alright, alright.  Can’t let my big cute butterball starve.” Jean teased, as he pinched and shook way more than an inch of Marco’s fat.

Armin and Eren soon heard of the news as well, completely astonished despite their own impressive gains in only 4 weeks.  Eren had reached a greedy 310 with a great butt and his most identifiable feature, a very heavy, stretchmark-riddled almost-ball gut that was just somewhat too soft and flabby to fit the bill.  Armin, despite not openly trying to gain, hadn’t made even a mention of trying to lose weight, and had managed to stay a good deal heavier than Jean at a chunky 215.  It looked like a lot more on his smaller and shorter frame, with a drooping belly nowhere near as round as Eren’s.  If he wasn’t too stuffed, it was just pure flab, and extremely soft.  In addition, his lovehandles were practically to die for.

And of course, no one could diet.  All their willpowers were hopelessly shattered.  If they tried to make salad they would keep saying it needed “a little help” and keep adding things until it wasn’t healthy at all.  Sure, they could stop actually /trying/ to get bigger, but they could never stop their greedy bellies from demanding they eat as much as possible.

And honestly, they were quite happy this way.