This one is a bit of a spinoff of the Khaan + Aiko & Muramasa + Cameron story that focuses on the feeder/feedie couple mentioned early in the story. If you need a reminder, here’s the line and background from Part 2.
Aiko: “The-the creature that fattened you up. So, it and I managed to get to an…agreement? Ok ok, long story short me and this thing wanted people who were feeling down, sad, that sorta stuff, into feeling better.”
Khaan: “By turning them into a morbidly obese mass of lard? I can understand why some people would enjoy it, there’s a feeder/feedie couple two floors above me that would kill for something like that, but not many people enjoy being that fat. Not to mention the whole ‘getting dragged into the abyss by some tentacle monster’ is probably enough to make anyone terrified of getting next to a watering hole ever again.”
So, since I still can’t get myself motivated enough to go back to the main story, I thought it would be fun to do a bit of a spin off instead. I also wanted to put more focus on gradual weight gain as opposed to being turned from stick to blob with one chapter. The big reason for this was to add more contrast with other stories (including my own), have things be much more grounded/” realistic”, and make the weight gain have more value. It’s not everyone’s taste, but again this thing is an experiment. Also, I wanted to have the character backstory be more prevalent in the story as well. So anyways, hope you like this little experiment! Heads up though, there are quite a few emotional moments, so if you’re not a fan I suggest you skip
“Taking fire! Taking fire!”
“Contacts bearing 235! Engage! Engage!”
“Marauder 1, we’re hit we’re hi-”
Tank explodes
“We lost our squad tank! HQ where’s our backup?!”
“Firetime Zulu is ETA 2 minutes.”
“We’ll be torn to shreds by then! We ne-Grenade! Get down!”
Grenade explosion
“Rrrrgh, I’m hit! Medic!”
“Hang tight, I’m-”
Gunshot
Miron’s feverish eyes shot wide open and he swiftly sat himself upright. Frigid sweat drenched his large pajamas and the comfy sofa he slept on. His frantic heart rate began to settle as he noticed he was in Ameki’s vaguely familiar apartment. He had only been in his apartment for around a week, yet Miron could already feel the effect on his waistline. He peered down at his mushy potbelly, pressing his sweaty hand against the mushy fat. For a brief moment he awkwardly grinned, somewhat enjoying yet somewhat reviling the added weight he had been putting on at an alarming rate. Same went for his plump thighs as well since they had nearly doubled in diameter and were coated in a dense layer of lard. On the one hand he liked the added softness especially since it made his grotesque scars far less visible, but the added burden continuously reminded him of the hefty combat gear he had to haul around for miles.
He glanced around the furnished apartment so that he could further familiarize himself with it. Near the center of the room was a transparent 500-gallon water tank filled with a custom recipe of theobromine-free and caffeine-free chocolate mixed with melted peanut butter and tasty heavy cream. On its own, the chocolate was supposed to be used for lyceens and other anthropomorphic species in order to enjoy chocolate without the negative effects, though Ameki was using it as an added ingredient in a fattening concoction Miron had yet to try. Beside his fluffy couch was a tower of used pizza boxes now serving as an unusually effective sofa-side table. He found it a bit charming how Ameki reused the same boxes he delivered dozens of enormous greasy pizzas for him into a platform for providing even more food to him.
Resourcefulness at its finest
It was a bizarre relationship, one that a few within Starlight City would claim they deserved to be in a mental asylum, but Miron found it nice to have someone who deeply cared for him in a way. Someone who, even if they encouraged him into having second and third helpings of an already filling meal, cared deeply about his mental wellbeing and understood how he was feeling. Despite Ameki’s constant desire to see him fatter, he could tell that Ameki did not see him as an object to be turned into a colossal blob of lard, but as a broken person in desperate need of a caretaker no else wanted to be. As far as he was concerned, Ameki was the only person looking out for him besides himself.
He wandered past the operating arcade machine for a modded version of ‘Sleazy Burger Heroes’ before opening the sleek sliding door to the next room. A sizable kitchen and a humungous dining table greeted him. Posters of corpulent individuals covered the thin wallpaper along with a mouthwatering collection of smells coming from the sloppy cooking area. Behind the stylish countertops with a wide assortment of foods was a tan kitsune energetically stirring a batch of cake mix. Their attire seemed relatively normal with a plain powder-white t-shirt and a pair of slightly oversized jeans. However, the cleanly chef hat they wore showed that they cared deeply about cooking. His 4AM to 3 PM job was a chef and while they did adored cooking, they also cherished crafting the food perfect for ensuring their partner’s rising corpulence.
Ameki peered up from the overflowing bowl to notice Miron “Morning cinnamon roll! How are you this fine day?”
“Not the best unfortunately.” Miron sat themselves down on the padded folding chair pulled up beside the elongated wooden dining table
“Aw, come here.” Ameki set the teeming bowl onto the countertop before walking towards him “Did you have another flashback last night?”
Miron let out a defeated sigh “Yeah, same one as last night as well.”
“It’ll be ok, alright sweet cheeks?” Ameki tenderly kissed Miron on the cheek and gave him a gently hug “I already have some donuts and a milkshake waiting for you.
Miron peered up at him and spoke in a slightly disappointed tone “I already had the same thing for breakfast yesterday.”
“Apologies, I was out of pancake batter and cereal so I was just using what I had left over.” Ameki plucked one of the glazed donuts out of the watermelon-pink cardboard box before waggling it in front of his snout.
Miron grabbed the fresh donut and crammed it into his awaiting mouth, the savory sugar taste filling him with delight. Ameki handed him another one that he swiftly scarfed down. One after another, Miron’s chubby belly started expanding outwards as he gobbled down nearly three dozen assorted donuts. His zipped-up pajama shirt constricted his swollen belly until he relieved his crammed belly by unzipping the stretched shirt. Ameki rubbed his filled stomach and press his vulpine ear against it to hear the soft gurgling digestion provided.
“When do you want to try going back out again?” Ameki heaved a 5-gallon water jug filled with frosty vanilla milkshake onto the carved table top.
Miron spoke with a hint of uncertainty “Maybe, next Saturday?”
“Why not toda…” Ameki paused to recall what was happening this Saturday “Oh right the little graduation celebration going on right now?”
Miron nodded “Yeah, I’m afraid of the noise triggering a flashback again.”
“Like that time at the grocery store?” Ameki unscrewed the plastic cap of the hefty jug.
“I don’t want to embarrass you like that again, a single shelf section collapsing and I was thrown right back into the war.” Miron gazed up at Ameki “Didn’t you have to spend a solid 20 minutes explaining what had happened to me while simultaneously reassuring me my life wasn’t in danger as well?”
“Yes, and I have no problems with it. As much as I like you being in here and fattening you up, you’ve got to get readjusted to a normal life instead of just hiding away in the apartment all day. I feel bad leaving you here all alone knowing that I can’t help you if anything happens and I would feel a lot better if you could do things by yourself.” Ameki slid the opened jug beside Miron.
He muttered a brief countdown before hoisting the jug upwards. Miron clenched his jaws against the thin neck of the jug before Ameki tilted up just high enough so that the icy fluid flowed into his mouth. He reluctantly swallowed each mouthful of milkshake down, not wanting to upset Ameki by telling him he was full. His brimming stomach started aching along with his belly bloating outwards. He felt his pudgy body grow colder and his stomach stretching in order to accommodate the elevated intake of food. As Ameki pulled the depleted jug away from him, a wave of exhaustion overtook him. The amount of blood flowing towards his bloated stomach made him feel drained and lightheaded along with him gasping for air. He felt Ameki tenderly massage his strained stomach and listen to the aggravated growls of his overfilled stomach.
Ameki gave a concerned look at Miron “Did I feed you too much sweetie? Your belly is mighty upset.”
“No, it’s fine.” Miron did his best to hide his discomfort.
Ameki leaned towards him with a sincere expression “You don’t have to lie to me, I don’t want to push you too hard and have you end up feeling miserable. I want the enjoyment to be mutual, not just me enjoying it at your expense.”
“Yeah, I think that…” Miron let out an exhausted yawn “I think that milkshake was a bit overkill.”
“Just call me if things get worse, I need to head out really quick.” Ameki sauntered over to the sliding apartment door leading out into the hallway.
Miron wearily looked up at Ameki imputing the combination needed to unlock the door “Where are you going?”
“Bakery and grocery store, I need to get some more food and ingredients for you. Need anything sweetie?” Ameki stepped out of the apartment while staying within Miron’s sight.
Miron peered down at his unzipped pajama shirt “Maybe some larger clothes and blankets.”
“I’ll stop by the tailor shop as well.” Ameki waved Miron goodbye “Take care darling!”
The exterior door slid shut, leaving Miron all alone in the decorated apartment. He heaved himself out of the folding chair and trudged back into the living room. He glanced at the arcade machine as he passed by to plop himself back onto the soggy sofa, the nightmare-induced sweat still covering the cushions. A simply swap of the cushions made the dry side of the seat up, letting him comfortably lean back into the now dry padding. He cradled his distended belly in-between his plump thighs and did his best to mimic Ameki’s soothing massages. Though he enjoyed the belly rubs he never made much of an effort to learn how to do them. Something about it just felt wrong and yet Miron felt like it would be delightful to learn. He reached for the remote and turned on the curved widescreen tv mounted in the top corner of the room. He didn’t even bother to change the channel as it was the only one he cared for; one that played nothing but harmonious music and displayed breathtaking scenery meant to sooth agitated minds.
Miron stared at his swollen gut, his emotions switching back and forth in his thoughts.
I want to tell I’m not a fan of all this feedie stuff, but I don’t want to break his heart, or worse, have him leave me. I don’t want to be alone again especially since no one else would look after me. Knowing me I’d revert back to the drunken mess I was before Ameki picked me up with no one to save me again. I feel like it would be so much simpler if I went along and did as he pleased, but I fear what’ll happen if he discovers I don’t like this. Will he still continue to feed me anyways? Will he stop? Will he ditch me for someone else?
Hours passed by while Miron’s stomach continued digesting the sugary meal. His mind switched back and forth, between wanting to reveal his discontent or hiding it, between learning to enjoy the copious food and fat or reviling it, and between submitting to Ameki or let him know his true nature. Being able to zip his shirt back up brought him some sense of relief though his mind was still in a haze.
“Honeybun! I’m home!” Miron turned to see Ameki carrying various grocery bags brimming with either delicious pastries or motley ingredients.
Miron let out a mix of a welcome greeting and an exhausted groan, his body still somewhat drained from digesting the ample food. He dragged himself off of the sofa and stumbled his way into the kitchen only to find Ameki was absent. Anticipating another meal upon their return, he sat himself down by the lengthy dining table. His mind still raced as he was unsure to how to tell them the truth or if he should even tell them it.
“I had to grab a few other things for, you.” Ameki noticed the troubled expression on Miron’s face “Is something wrong sugar?”
Miron took a deep breath and stood himself out of the folding chair “I-I don’t think I’m enjoying all this.”
If I get kicked out, at least I’ll know exactly why
Ameki set the remaining bags on the countertop “It this because of the milkshake?”
“No, I mean yes, I…” Miron paused as he felt Ameki giving him an endearing hug.
“I pushed you too far didn’t I?” Sorry leaked into Ameki’s voice.
Miron’s mind went blank, a thousand different thoughts blurring into a grey static he could not remotely understand. Only brief phrases directed at him could be understood through the foggy mind.
He’s going to ditch you now
You should have kept it a secret
He’ll find someone else and leave you to rot.
Ameki’s grip grew tighter “I should have asked if that was too much but it never occurred to me. I’m sorry I hurt you.”
Miron felt helpless as his mind refused to form any coherent sentence.
“Miron please, talk to me.” Ameki peered regretfully into his eye “Did you ever enjoy any of this?”
Don’t…
Miron forced himself to shake his head and utter a teary “No.”
You idiot!
Ameki released his hug and backed away from Miron “Why then? Why did you stay and continue to eat even if you didn’t want to?”
“I thought, that,” Miron sat himself back down and clasped his hands together “I thought if I told you the truth, you’d leave me forever. You’d look for someone else to enjoy your ideas with and leave me to rot like I did before you met me.”
You’re telling him too much! S-say you didn’t mean it!
“Miron, listen to me.” Ameki grabbed Miron’s flabby cheeks and firmly turned their head toward him “I would never leave you. This is my fault; I should have asked if you enjoyed any of this stuff in the first place rather than forcing it on you.”
Miron looked away from Ameki “No, it’s mine.”
“How is it your fault? Hey, look at me.” Ameki tugged Miron’s cheek to make his face once again “How is me dragging you into all of this, blissfully assuming you enjoyed it, and never asking if you did until I pushed you too far your fault?!”
Miron jolted back in shock of hearing Ameki shouting for the first time “I…”
“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to shout at you.” Ameki walked toward the countertop and starting grabbing some of the filled grocery bags.
Miron reached out a pleading hand “D-don’t throw those away.”
“Why not? I thought you said you didn’t like all this?” Ameki turned towards Miron
Miron nervously rubbed the back of his head “Well, I do, but I don’t at the same time.”
“Why didn’t,” Ameki cut himself off “Again, sorry for shouting. Were you too nervous to tell me?”
Miron sorrowfully nodded
“Come here sweetie.” Ameki gave Miron a tender kiss on the forehead “I understand you’re still shaken by everything that has happened to you, but I’m always here for you. If you ever need anything just let me know ok?”
Miron understandingly nodded “Thank you.”
The two stood in silence for what felt like an eternity, neither one uttering a word or sound other than a nearly-synchronized faint breathing. Even despite the lack of words the two felt as though they could understand what the other was thinking.
“Want anything for lunch or are you still full?” Ameki walked towards the kitchen counter.
Miron pointed at the bowl overflowing with cake mix “Is that still any good?”
“Oh I completely forgot about that.” Ameki stared at the bowl’s contents “Eh, looks a little plain. You still want it?”
“Maybe add some peanut butter and cinnamon to it.” Miron leaned back into his chair only to notice Ameki had already begun mixing in the requested ingredients into the mix. Less than a minute later, a gargantuan cake appeared out of one of the unknown appliances on the messy countertop. He marveled at the massive cake, a triple layered cake almost the size of a two couch cushions stacked on top of one another. A mouthwatering aroma of cinnamon and peanut butter captured his full attention.
Miron stared in disbelief “How did you cook it up that fast?”
“New cake making machine I got yesterday. Just pour in the ingredients in and out comes a cake in less than a minute.” Akemi placed the enormous cake in front of him.
Just before Miron reached for it, Ameki spoke again “You don’t have to eat it all in one go, just have what you what when you want, I won’t force you to eat it dear.”
Ameki walked into the living room and closed the door behind them, leaving Miron all by himself. He greedily turned to the luscious cake and snagged a handful of the freshly baked cake before cramming it into his eager mouth. A wave of delight flowed through him as the taste of heavenly cinnamon filled his mouth along with a divine peanut butter aftertaste that lingered long after he swallowed the bit down. Part of him thought he was making it up, so he grabbed another chunk and stuffed it into his mouth. Once again, the delicious taste of cinnamon and peanut butter filled his delighted mouth. Without hesitation he began shoveling the rest of the cake into his voracious mouth. Any calls of halting from his strained stomach or fatigued jaws were ignored by his brain compelling him to have more. What was once a massive cake now was merely crumbs on a plastic plate, yet even the crumbs were not spared from Miron’s awaiting jaws. With the entire cake now residing in his overblown gut, Miron contently leaned back into the creaking chair. Even as his stomach started to ache from being drastically overstretched, he still sat with a euphoric sensation flooding his brain. No food had ever gotten him that eager to eat before and no food had let him cram his stomach like that either. He let out a clamorous blech and patted his humongous belly in satisfaction.
More! More! More!
He resisted the urge to shout out those words even if he truly desired extra cakes. His painfully stretched stomach’s pleading was finally answered and the artificial hunger soon faded. It was extraordinary, his stomach looked as big as a yoga ball and felt as though he had gobbled up an entire mixer’s worth of concrete. He wedged his hands underneath his gigantic belly and tried heaving it upwards, only for it to not even budge in the slightest. He stared in awe at his hulking abdomen, savoring the feeling so much that he did not even notice the murmurs of disbelief coming from the other room.
The sliding door behind him opened and Ameki wandered out of the living room in shock “I, wha, you ate it all in one go?”
“Of course, it was absolutely delicious.” Miron let out another burp before trying to stand.
Ameki caught him as he stumbled over “I thought you said you didn’t like all of this.”
Miron rubbed his belly and let out a satisfied moan “C’mon, that cake was just too good to pass up.”
Ameki chuckled “Glad to hear you liked it.”
“If you cook like that more, I wouldn’t mind being a room-sized lard ball.” Miron licked his lips at the thought of even more of the sublime cake.
“I find it hard to believe that just 10 minutes ago, you were telling me you were still divided as to whether or not you liked this or not. Besides I don’t want to see you that fat, even I have a limit. I don’t want you to lose mobility either since that would go against my desire to see you do more without me.” Ameki grabbed the empty plate and daintily placed it into the aluminum sink.
“Yeah, I agree.” Miron let out yet another burp “Maybe just bake it just every Saturday?”
Ameki grimaced “Eh, I’ll save it for holidays, make them extra special for us.”
“Sure, why not?” Miron turned back and continued to admire his disproportionately-sized abdomen.
Ameki kneeled down in front of Miron, pressing their head against his bloated belly and massaging it in a circular motion with both his hands. Miron’s tail wagged furiously and he found himself struggling to contain his pleasure.
Miron struggled to speak between his joyous panting “Do you think you could teach me how to rub my belly like that?”
Ameki smiled “Of course cinnamon roll, I’d be happy to teach you.”
I’m leaving this as a one-and-done simply because I don’t want to repeat what happened before with the burnout. I decided to stick to these kinds of stories as opposed to the multi-part stories simply because they’re much easier for me to do without getting burnt out on. Overall, I enjoyed this one as I found the emotional scenes and food-related ones meshing together surprisingly well along with the characters having so much personality in such a short period of time. Hope you did too!