not back forever, just here to mention something I thought about lol
v0ltr0n literally has a giant fluffy food loving member who loves to cook and bake on the team and you’re telling me there’s not more fics out there with him stuffing his face, getting tummy aches, or even getting fed by the other members of the team?! There’s so much good material here, he literally throws up every other episode and you’re telling me there aren’t any more sic fics on this guy?! The member he’s shipped with the most is literally like, two feet shorter than him and there’s just... nothing????
Last one for double dip. I kind of got onto a roll with them. I really could have taken this drabble and turned it into a oneshot but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Maybe I’ll write a longer version of it next month. What do you guys think?
Warning: This is a weight gain/kink story. Don’t like, don’t read.
Keith leaned against the counter top across from Lance, wearing a pair of sweatpants and one of Lance’s t-shirts. He’d put on a little bit of quarantine weight. Nothing Lance would have noticed and nothing he couldn’t lose once they were allowed out into the world again.
When everything started shutting down due to COVID-19, Keith and Lance made the decision to quarantine together. They were a few days shy of their six months anniversary and so helplessly in love with each other, they weren’t sure they’d survive the pandemic without the other’s touch. But, where Keith was lucky and was able to work from home, Lance was required to help his family at their bakery.
“Try this,” he said to Keith, plopping a blue box down beside his boyfriend one day after work. The words McClain Bakery were written in thick, cursive font across the lid.
When Keith opened the box, he was greeted by the smell of warm vanilla and almonds. A single doughnut was in the center. It looked edible enough but that didn’t stop Keith from raising a brow.
Lance was the bakery’s barista and hardly ever dabbled in baked goods.
“It’s not poisonous, I swear. It’s just, with business extremely slow right now, I figured we should try to mix up the menu,” he explained, sitting across from Keith.
Keith’s gaze slid back to the doughnut. “Vanilla and almond are… mixing it up?”
“This is just one of the many flavors I have in mind. Change doesn’t happen overnight.”
“And it’s edible?”
Lance fixed him with a glare. “Just eat it, ass hat.”
Slowly, but surely, Keith raised the doughnut to his lips and took a small bite. The dryness struck him first however the rich vanilla was enough to make it at least somewhat enjoyable. “This is your first attempt, right?” Lance’s gaze narrowed, making Keith squirm. “I - it’s good, really. Lance, it’s good.”
“But…”
“It’s dry.” Then, hoping to soften the blow, he took another bite. “Not enough that it’s bad. I really like the vanilla.”
That quelled Lance’s anger. He deflated, sinking back in his chair, before leaping up. “I’ll grab you some milk, as long as you want the rest.”
Keith, wanting to keep his boyfriend, eagerly nodded.
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Keith continued to taste test for Lance. At first it started as a few times a week but quickly became more frequent. One doughnut turned into two, two turned into three. Keith went from eating half of a doughnut to eating three in one sitting. And the doughnuts, thankfully, got better.
“I’ve come a long way from vanilla and almonds, huh?” Lance asked two months later. He was prideful and Keith couldn’t disagree. He was steadily improving. To the extent that Keith was starting to get cravings for them on days Lance didn’t bring any home.
He leaned against the counter top across from Lance, wearing a pair of sweatpants and one of Lance’s t-shirts. He’d put on a little bit of quarantine weight. Nothing Lance would have noticed and nothing he couldn’t lose once they were allowed out into the world again.
Licking the strawberry frosting off of his fingertips, he agreed, “How many flavors are you thinking of coming up with?”
“I don’t know. Depends on how long quarantine goes on for.”
As much as that answer sent a thrill through Keith, he also felt a pang of worry. He was starting to really like the doughnuts. He couldn’t say so much for his waistline. But he was sure that part of him could just deal with it. It’s not like quarantine would go on forever.
A week or so later and sweatpants were all Keith could fit into and, even then, they were digging into his hips more every day. He had sprouted a double chin and, only after Lance playfully poked at his middle did he notice his potbelly.
He worked five days a week for eight hours a day and the one time he ventured to the gym (which was now opened), he witnessed several people refusing to wear masks. Not to mention all the side glances he received from all the regulars he saw. He had put on fifteen pounds, not sprouted wings.
Halfway through summer, he finally caved and bought new pants. Both jeans and sweats. At that point, Lance was giving him half a dozen doughnuts a day. He’d usually eat them after dinner when they cuddled together watching TV. They weren’t dry anymore.
“As light as these are, they really sit in your stomach, you know,” Keith finally commented one night. He sat back on the sofa, the box of doughnuts empty and discarded. He had adjusted his new sweats so that the waistband was under his growing gut. He hadn’t checked the scale recently but he knew this was more than just fifteen pounds.
Worry sparkled in Lance’s eyes, making Keith want to eat his words. “I don’t have to bring you as many anymore. Maybe just the new flavors - or improvements,” he said.
Keith shifted. Despite how stuffed he was, he still felt his whole body wobble from the movement. “No, it isn’t that. I like the doughnuts. It’s just…” Was now the time to point the very obvious fact out to Lance that he had put on quarantine weight?
“They can be really filling,” Lance said, before he could come to a decision. Reaching out, he ran a soothing hand across Keith’s middle. He had to bite his tongue to stop the moan that threatened to pass his lips. “Does this help?”
He silently nodded, his face puffy and red from both the doughnuts and Lance.
The next night when Lance brought home more doughnuts, he didn’t even ask Keith if he wanted his belly rubbed. He just started doing it. It happened the next night, the following night, the rest of the week. Keith stopped suppressing his moans when he touched him and Lance started adding more doughnuts in every box.
for the (chub) kink hc meme, could i ask abt hunk?? (And maybe lance and keith??😊😊😉😉)
Gah, sorry this took me so long! I’m gonna do a compiled chubby bodies headcanon for this one, about how each of them would gain weight.
Hunk is already a big guy and carries most of his extra weight in his gut. Gaining weight would see him getting bigger but also wider, with super thick love handles and wide hips. His thighs and arms would still be heavy with muscle, but much softer. I like to imagine a fatter Hunk would get really nice moobs too, the kind that spill into his arm pits and turn into rolls under his arms. A++ fat booty too!
Lance looks like the kinda guy who would get really soft if he got fat. At first he’d gain a spare tire around his waist, but the more weight he’d put on, the more rolls he’d get. That 8 shape some guys gain where the back fat rolls rest on top of love handles, you know? Nice. Soft jiggly belly with a deep belly button, and perky moobs that are perfectly balanced to his gut size. His face would remain pretty thin, but everywhere else he’d be just soft soft soft.
Keith gets a buddha belly! Out of these three, he’d gain most in his gut, and his gut would just be this really round, spherical, bouncy thing that stands in front of him even when he’s not stuffed. To balance it out, his booty gets nice and round too, a true bubblebutt, but a lot of his weight is focused on dat belly. I also like to see him with chubby cheeks and a double chin! What a cutie.
send me your favorite character and i’ll give you a kink headcanon about them!
Excerpts from the long-fic chapter I’m currently working on. Also, an installation piece that I’m titling, “Maybe I’m making my chubby kink too obvious in a non-chubby kink fic, but fuck it, chubby!Keith is beautiful okay”
[This] isn’t helping Keith ignore how the shirt hugs his stomach. His posture likely isn’t helping, either, with the way it squishes his middle. The newfound softness crumples around itself and pooches out, not by much but definitely by enough that Keith notices. It’s happening under the table and out of Allura’s current line of sight, but Keith tugs on the t-shirt anyway, grabbing for whatever extra fabric he can find. God, getting too hung up on this is probably stupid… Keith’s choice in shirt fits him well enough and when he’s sitting upright, it isn’t that tight… If it were, Allura wouldn’t point it out like this, not exactly being coy but distracting Keith and acting like her intentions are perfectly obvious, she’d come right out and say so…
On the other hand, though, the current fit of Shiro’s favorite shirt might better reflect the fact that Keith has actually had an appetite today, instead of forcing himself to eat. Failing to do eat more or less decently upsets the people who insist on caring about him, and some days make things easier for him.
But then, Keith has days when he might eat everything that doesn’t eat him first. This morning, he argued when Hunk offered to share some of the pancakes he’d made too many of, but all resistance crumbled when Hunk pointed out the mix of banana and chocolate chips. When he and Allura got lunch at Yvonne’s earlier, Keith took full advantage of the diner’s bottomless fries. At one point, he barely noticed how much he’d been eating until the waitress brought out his third basket. Dessert was Allura’s idea, but once she brought up the offer, Keith was in; his huge slice of fudge cake didn’t stand a chance. Most of the garbage built up on their table is Keith’s fault, because Java Hut’s pastries have seemed tastier than usual and he has meal money to use. He feels like he’s eaten enough for the next week but he could still go for another scone.
Despite everything he’s already eaten today, Keith’s already looking forward to grabbing dinner everyone but Shiro before karaoke. Despite the waistband of his jeans digging into his stomach, he might not turn down an entire “death by chocolate” cake if someone offered. None of which erases the fact that Keith needs enough energy to to hit the gym again — but at the same time? Maybe Shiro’s Frankie Goes to Hollywood shirt feels tighter than it would normally because Keith’s so stuffed. Being fuller than usual would totally make his little belly more pronounced.
Either way, Keith shrugs at Allura for now. “I guess I could’ve picked a shirt that’s a little more forgiving? It’s not like Shiro has a shortage of black ones I could’ve borrowed, or looser ones…” He drags a hand back through his hair. When some flops back over one eye, Keith rolls his eyes and tries to flip it off. “But I like this one—”….
Before getting in the line, he gathers the trash — he’s up anyway, so he might as well clear off the table. He huffs across the coffee-shop and tries not to think about how many of the crumpled up pastry wrappers come from treats that he ate. Most of them and yes, he knew that, but counting them together like this makes Keith’s cheeks flush hot.
Going over what he’s had makes the blush spread to his ears and spill down his neck: one of the huge pumpkin spice cookies and one of the peanut butter ones… two chocolate chip scones and one with raspberries and crystallized sugar on top… a double-chocolate chip muffin so big, it probably counted for two servings on its own… a chocolate croissant… one of the bigger strawberry-chocolate cheesecake brownies… and all of that got put on top too much breakfast and a lunch that, by all rights, should’ve kept Keith satiated until dinner at the very least…
Keith cringes. God, if he’s been eating like this every day he’s had an actual appetite lately, it might be a miracle he can still get in his jeans at all. At least Allura hasn’t felt like rubbing his face in how much he’s eaten today. It’s not really her style and she’s been snacking too, but Keith’s embarrassed enough without her input. He doesn’t need Allura to be bluntly concerned or bluntly perplexed or any other way of bluntly commenting on his eating.
Once the wrappers are safely in a garbage can, Keith tugs at Shiro’s shirt even though it isn’t really riding up or clinging more than it already was. Something about realizing how much he’s eaten makes the fabric feel tighter and makes him more aware of the denim hugging his thighs.
Although Keith doesn’t have time to linger, he takes a moment to narrow his eyes down at his stomach. Palming at himself, Keith can’t miss the way his belly swells out around his middle, pushing against the shirt and his waistband. He frowns as he pokes the muffin-top pooching over his jeans. He grimaces at how much more pudge he can pinch along his hips. So soft and doughy, Keith’s sides yield underneath his fingers and his heart skips a beat… He wouldn’t mind if Shiro grabbed him there and jostled his chub. He’s made Keith get so relaxed and contented, all by squeezing Keith’s tummy with his huge, slightly calloused hands, caressing Keith’s extra padding like it’s the universe’s most precious thing and Shiro needs to protect it—
Grumbling, Keith cuts that thought off right there. As nice as it is, Keith doesn’t have time to go jerk off in Java Hut’s restroom and clean up after himself. Face burning and tomato red, he shoves his hands into his pockets and stomps to the end of the line. He tries to glare at the floor, but mostly, this means staring at his stomach. He could suck in if he wanted a break from these reminders that he might be getting chubby, but that sounds uncomfortable and tedious.
At least the situation likely isn’t as bad as his mind wants him to think it is. Realistically, Keith can’t have put on that much weight. True, he hasn’t hit the gym since mid-July, but he also doesn’t pig out like this every day or even every week. He walks everywhere unless it’s a long enough distance to justify taking the bus. Plus, Keith would’ve run out of wearable clothes by now, if he’d really started porking out. Without a scale, he has no idea what what his weight’s gotten up to now or how far off he is from the summer, when these jeans weren’t quite so snug. But he can still get them zipped and buttoned, so things cannot be as bad as his mind’s trying to make them.
Even so, Keith has probably packed on enough extra pounds that he should’ve noticed before Shiro got handsy with his pudge. He’s definitely let himself go enough that he shouldn’t be eyeing anything else in the display case. No matter how delicious the latest batch of cinnamon rolls looks and no matter how long it’s been since he had a cannoli, Keith can’t give himself another indulgence right now.
Sure, his mouth waters from just looking at those cherry danishes and they would be tasty — but his jeans are tight enough as is, and there’s no room in his budget to get new ones — but he has already spent today treating himself and he’ll probably have no appetite again tomorrow, so why not keep going while he actually feels like eating — but this isn’t a debate because Keith can’t buy new pants, so he has to rein his sweet tooth in—
Fortunately, something jerks Keith out of that mental rabbit hole: someone behind him calls his name. He perks up, in case they aren’t trying to attract a different Keith’s attention. Before he can turn around, somebody crashes into his back and he tenses as they yank him into a warm, cuddly hug. An impulse deep in Keith’s chest screams at him to struggle and break free — until he truly takes in the broad shoulders and big arms enveloping him. The soft belly squishing up against his back cements things for Keith and he chuckles as he pats Hunk’s wrist.
“Hey, Big Man.” Smiling, Keith leans his head back onto Hunk’s shoulder. “So, is Pete Wentz signing autographs out on the quad? Or are you just pleased to see me?”
Hey everyone, @get-beached might be over but I still have a few pieces that I never ended up posting (mainly because I didn’t feel like they fit the prompts all too well).
Warning: This is a weight gain/kink story. Don’t like, don’t read.
Oh, so he wants a show, Keith thought. Pressing his hands down onto the beach towel, he sat up with a little bit of effort. Okay, maybe he wasn’t a little bit hungry - maybe he was on the verge of being too stuffed to move. He could feel all the food he’d eaten today sloshing around in his gut as he squirmed into a sitting position.
When Keith discovered Lance’s feeding kink, he learned how to push his own boundaries. It used to be that whatever turned Lance on eventually turned Keith on. Like, how the very idea of his tummy poking out from the bottom of his shirt used to humiliate him while Lance couldn’t get enough of it. Now it turned him on too. The idea of putting on weight grew on him - both literally and figuratively.
So, wanting to get Lance’s attention at the beach was a cakewalk.
Lance was distracted by just about everything. It was the first day of summer and people were out in droves. He loved people watching probably almost as much as he loved Keith.
“Lance, can I get a little help,” he finally said. He had been eating all day, stuffing himself on whatever boardwalk food peaked his interest. He wasn’t full, yet, but he was laying down and resting. His stomach swollen, the skin pulled tight and flushed pink from how much he’d gorged himself.
His boyfriend turned to him, though whatever he was about to say vanished when his eyes landed on Keith.
Keith felt a swooping in his lower belly at how Lance’s gaze raked over his body.
Holding out the bottle of sunscreen, he asked, “Mind putting some on me. I’m getting a little burned.”
A total lie. He knew it, Lance knew it, but that didn’t stop either of them from pretending it wasn’t true.
Taking the bottle from Keith’s hands, Lance only fumbled twice before finally squeezing some of the sunblock on his hands. For a moment, he stared at Keith as if he were a puzzle. Like rubbing his belly was something entirely new.
Gritting his teeth, he laid his hands on Keith’s middle. He was extremely tense, his movements jerky and his touch ghosting across his skin. Rolling his eyes, Keith pointed out, “I’m going to fry if you keep this up.”
Lance shot him a dangerous look, making the corner of Keith’s lips twitch up into a grin.
“Fine, if you can do it so much better than me,” Lance started, only to trail off.
Oh, so he wants a show, Keith thought. Pressing his hands down onto the beach towel, he sat up with a little bit of effort. Okay, maybe he wasn’t a little bit hungry - maybe he was on the verge of being too stuffed to move. He could feel all the food he’d eaten today sloshing around in his gut as he squirmed into a sitting position.
He knew he’d put on weight but he looked and felt like a blimp right now.
“Keith?” Lance’s voice was soft. There was a hint of worry in his tone.
Keith shook his head. Holding out one hand, he said, “Give me the sunblock.”
Lance did as he was told, transferring the sunblock from his hands to Keith’s.
He took his time rubbing his hands together, making sure the sunblock was evenly distributed between his two hands, before rubbing his stomach. God, this actually felt great. He swirled his fingertips in tiny circles, messaging the sunblock in and easing the pain in his stomach. He quietly stifled a burp behind his arm and then another. All the while his hands were working down, grasping at his rolls, pinching his love handles that were growing every day.
He didn’t forget for one second that Lance’s eyes were on him the entire time. However, he hadn’t expected Lance to reach out and run his hands along his sides, working the sunblock into his skin as if it were moisturizer.
Even though the beach was packed - there was no way someone hadn’t noticed them - Keith found himself leaning back on both his forearms. His breathing was deep and, occasionally, on the verge of wheezing.
He looked huge from this angle.
“Fuck, Keith,” Lance’s voice was husky, “you’re such a fatass. Can’t even take care of yourself anyone.”
Keith belched, this time much more loudly than earlier. He found himself blushing but more turned on than ever, especially when Lance gazed up at him. “You spoiled me.”
Here’s another double dip for @get-beached I have two more that I’m editing. One might turn into more than 1,000 words. We’ll see ;)
Fandom: Voltron / Pairing: Klance / Prompts: Summer fling and summer weight gain / Words: 710
Warning: This is a weight gain/kink story. Don’t like, don’t read.
No matter how hard he tried to forget, he couldn’t. Keith stuffed and whiny below him was burned into his memory, making it impossible to think of much else.
It was only supposed to be a summer fling.
With Hunk visiting family, Pidge taking summer classes, Shiro away for business, and Allura traveling across Europe with her mysterious new boyfriend, Lance and Keith were left alone for three whole months.
They promised not to kill each other. They even signed a contract Pidge had written up for them. Lance swore he’d find new friends, Keith muttered about he’d spend summer by himself. They parted ways with no plans on seeing each other until everyone else came back to town.
Then Lance got drunk.
He called his sister, thinking she’d help him. Instead, she relentlessly teased him over the phone before telling him to walk the three miles home in the rain. So, he did the only other thing he could think of. He called Keith.
Keith showed up. He bought him a shit ton of McDonald’s to sober him up. And then he did something surprising.
He brought Lance back to his place.
They watched late night reruns of a ghost hunting show. Both of them bickered over the low drone of the TV. Lance made stupid jokes, Keith laughed at how drunk Lance was while shoveling fries in his face. Something about Keith mindlessly eating made Lance tease him about getting fat. The next thing he knew, Keith had eaten more McDonlad’s than him and then they were kissing.
They were kissing and kissing and kissing then they were more than kissing. Keith tasted like fries and his stomach was puffy from all the junk he’d eaten. Lance touched him there, running his fingers across his tight middle, making him moan.
If either of them thought Lance soothing his belly before going down on him was weird, neither of them did anything to stop it.
The next morning, Lance expected things to be weird. The way Keith looked at him from the bedroom doorway suggested he felt the same way. But then Lance suggested breakfast and they amicably parted ways before noon.
No matter how hard he tried to forget, he couldn’t. Keith stuffed and whiny below him was burned into his memory, making it impossible to think of much else.
When he purposely got drunk the next weekend, Keith was the first one he called. This time they got Taco Bell. Lance put on an old Disney movie, though neither of them were paying any attention. The air between them was so charged that it threatened to spark.
That night, Lance hardly touched the Taco Bell. Keith, meanwhile, was so stuffed he couldn’t move. Panting, sweating, so bloated he couldn’t suck it in.
After that, Lance didn’t only call him when he was drunk. Something he was the one getting called. Sprawled out naked, completely blissed out of their minds, they decided to keep it casual.
Casual turned from a few nights a week into almost every night.
Keith grew out of his pants. Lance, ever the pleaser, started hand feeding him. Keith had gained ten pounds - no, fifteen. The pounds clung to him, softening all his sharp edges. Lance couldn’t hide the pride he felt whenever Keith would stuff himself when they were out at a restaurant.
By the time their friends rolled back into town, they knew they couldn’t go back to the way things were. Not just because Keith was twenty pounds heavier by then but because Lance was in love.
They deserved every ounce of ribbing their friends handed them.
Hunk poked at Keith’s stomach. Keith promptly slapped it away. “Awe, look at you. Fat and happy.”
“I am not fat,” Keith said at the same moment Lance said, “Chubby at most, Hunk.”
It wasn’t until later, when they were alone, that Lance grabbed Keith’s belly in his hands and squeezed it. “Do you want to get fat? I mean, I get we’ve been getting off to it all summer but it’s your body.”
Keith contemplated that for a moment. “I want to see where this goes.”
It was fair to say that what was happening between them didn’t end when the trees went from a lavish green to a crisp yellow. Keith’s weight gaining didn’t stop when a fresh layer of snow coated the ground. In fact, it only continued to grow.
Something cute and domestic for week two of @get-beached <3 This one is actually based in canon after the events of the show. This week’s theme is One Scoop. I’ll probably write a few other silly drabbles this week so stay tuned.
Warning: This is a weight gain/kink story. Don’t like, don’t read.
“Well it’s too late, I’m already fat,” Keith said, gesturing to his stomach, stuffed with burgers, fries, beers, ice cream sandwiches, and whatever else Lance had placed in front of him over the course of the day.
Keith crammed another bite of his burger in his mouth. He sat back, leaning against a tree, as all of today’s indulgence finally caught up to him.
Grabbing a fistful of fries, he brought them to his lips and ate them one by one. Their savory taste lingered on his tongue, each fry coated in herbed aioli and bacon that sat heavy in his gut.
He sat on the picnic blanket beside Shiro, the two of them catching up after a few months apart. It wasn’t until they’d finished their most recent beers (Shiro’s second and Keith’s third) that they fell into this lull. The silence allowed Keith to mindlessly focus on the dishes Lance had brought over to them, claiming he didn’t want to bring any leftovers home.
“You know, Keith, if you keep this up...” Shiro started. Keith spared him a glance out of the corner of his eye and noticed the sheepish smile on his best friend’s face. He knew where this was going.
“Well it’s too late, I’m already fat,” Keith said, gesturing to his stomach, stuffed with burgers, fries, beers, ice cream sandwiches, and whatever else Lance had placed in front of him over the course of the day. It hung over the waist of his jeans, resting on his chubby thighs, swollen and warm.
That was a relief to Shiro, as if he had to be the one to break the news to Keith that had put on weight since leaving Blade. A lot of weight.
“You know, you look happy,” Shiro observed, a little smugly. “You and Lance.”
Keith spared the former Red Paladin a glance who was currently laughing at something Hunk had said, completely oblivious to Keith’s watchful eye.
Things had steadily developed between the two of them since the end of the war but nothing drastic had happened. Yet. Keith knew it was only a matter of time. He could spot it in Lance’s blue eyes, the way he smiled, how he’d invite him over for dinner night after night, loading up his plate with meal after meal in hopes that he’d stay.
Patting the crest of his belly, it was his turn to be smug. “How do you think I got this way.”
