#fat!ike

[pangtasias-atelier]

Ike, Stahl, and Caspar are said to be total gluttons. How about an eating contest between the three of them, but the food’s been tainted so they gain weight eaiser and the three becoming massive by the end? Or it would be the end if they weren’t still hungry

Decided to go for a more hypnotized setting, so I hope you like it! Hope all three are relatively balanced and featured, but favoritism obviously came in to play lol

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Whose idea it had been, none of them are entirely sure of the fact. The fact of the matter was, all three of them had been compared to gluttons from their fellow heroes of their world. As such, a little friendly competition meant more as a way of humoring the others was held. Once more, as to who first suggested such an offer, that had been lost. As to who even prepared such a grand assortment of food to offer the three gluttons, that had been lost as well. As to who tampered with the food for what should have been a silly small simple competition, alas, that had been lost just as the others. 

All three still going at it, none of them no longer resemble what they once used to. Situated at a large long table, they currently occupy it and fill it. The Dining Hall far off in the depths of the Aether Resort, the three of them are the only occupants entirely; the building is filled with the sound creaking wood, wheezing, and lips smacking. All currently lost in simply fulfilling the deep wanton craving formed in the pit of their expansive guts, none of them even talk, minds only occupied with sating themselves. Unable to even do so, they remain in a loop of reaching for more food, the magically enchanted dishes filling out their bodies, each swipe at more grub only growing harder than the last. Unaware of the magically appearing food, their cloudy minds are fixed on filling themselves. Yet each bite, each chew, each morsel devoured only merely whets their insatiable appetite, mind and body begging for more. Having begun long ago, the plates still pile high, heavy arms struggling to reach for more. 

Unlike his other two competitors, Stahl had none of the muscle that Ike or Caspar once had. Yet despite that, his gluttonous appetite only aided him in soaring for loftier and fatter sights. His rolling gut sagging far off the bench, it drags down in between his thighs, the trough of it nearly reaching the floor. His gut presses into the table, the divied up partitions of it further split from half of it seeping on the table, a clearing made just for it as he slowly leans further forward to grab more food, breathing heavily. His moobs resting on top of that, the once flat chest is massive, two bowling ball sized breasts resting and splaying out. His arms crush into the sides of his breasts, mobility slowly becoming an issue, a fact that Stahl pays no attention to, cramming his face with more delicious necessary sweets more important. Stahl whines and moans with each bite he takes. His ass disproportionately large, the edge of his ass cheeks hang off the other edge of the bench, Stahl seemingly levitating from covering most of it. Flab seeping off and wood digging into him, Stahl murmurs in between ragged bites, pathetic attempts at fixing himself not working. All clothes torn, his warm tan fleshy body is visible to all, stretchmarks reddening it. 

One of his competitors right beside him, Caspar is smaller than the enormous lardy Stahl. More boisterous, his eating is instead focused on viciously chomping on whatever meats he can reach. Smaller, his gut is still expansive, the tank of fat much flabbier than the rest of his competitors. Rolls upon rolls, his double hang stomach oozes heavily off his lap, bits of it seeping through and pushing his thighs apart. Breasts rivaling the size of his head, they flob and smack his gut with each arduous lean forward he takes, grunting as the table digs into his gut. His arms sag and shake with each slow swipe he takes, the mass of hanging fat jiggling and folding into itself. His cheeks heavy, he wheezes as he occasionally stands for some food, Stalh taking up so much space and making it harder for him to eat. More apple shaped, Caspar’s ass still squeezes into the remnants of his boxers, everything else completely torn. They struggle to remain inside, each gulp increasing the difficulty of such a task.

Ike sitting on the opposite end, he is the smallest. Playing the slow game, he pauses and takes his time, rubbing and kneading his gut in pauses before he yearns for more food. Absolutely ripped compared to the other two men, Ike’s figure had maintained a semblance of a shape with such fine musculature. But as the fat piled on, even that became impossible, Ike rounding and rounding out. Clothes torn but still wearable, his shirt and pants still remain, struggling and torn at the seams as Ike continues to stuff himself. Like Caspar, Ike swipes at whatever meat he can grab, the two fighting each other for their choice of cut. His side of the table relatively occupied, his choices are much grander, Ike savoring them. All around even, his paunch of a gut rests in his lap, meaty thighs spread wide to accommodate for it. His ass still somewhat perky, the slight squarish shaped bottom rests on the bench.

Table groaning and sagging from their copious amounts of food and stomachs resting on it, none care, food the only thing of importance. Their benches creaking underneath them as well, that too is of no importance. Their fattening bodies only increase the dangerous sounding cracks.

Caspar giving one desperate push to stand up, he huffs as he manages to do so, his puffed out cheeks full of crumbs. Groaning, his arm doesn’t cooperate with him, the large weighty appendage far past what he’s used to. Giving up, he sits back down. Though it resembles more of a slam, Caspar letting himself fall. With a big crash, both Stahl and Caspar come tumbling down to the floor, their bench splintered. Both wheezing, Stahl groans as well, his vast form unable to reach the food no longer. Rubbing himself, he whines from the realization. Caspar able to still reach, he only grabs food a couple more times, his growing form soon unable to do so, now in the same exact predicament as Stahl. He groans as he struggles to lift himself up, body not listening to him.

Ike pays zero attention to the whole commotion, focused solely on eating more and eating now. Table of food all to himself, he picks at it, breath muffled as he desperately chews and reaches for more. Continuing to fatten up, he swiftly reaches Caspar’s size, Ike veritably obese. Yet he continues grabbing even more food, groaning with each bite as he swells out bit by bit. Stomach pressing further and further into the table, his eating slowly begins to wind down. Thighs larger, they dig uncomfortably into the bench, ass doing the same as it begins to grow and fall off. His stomach soon reaches the floor, smothering his feet. Arms alone wider than his head, Ike gasps as he reaches for even more food, face covered in crumbs and juices. Clothes nothing but tatters, he simply groans as he struggles to grab more food, the creaking of the bench nothing but white noise to him. Stahl’s and Caspar’s complaints are nothing but white noise to them. 

Bench cracking, Ike crashes into the floor, his gargantuan body shaking all over. Wheezing from nothing but gravity and his weight, Ike slowly rubs his gut and breasts. Stahl and Caspar are still on the floor; their complaints are more vocal, no one catching their noise with the three of them the only ones still in the room. Ike eclipsing them, the only telltale sign of it being the Radiant Hero is his mop of blue hair, any sort of possible resemblance long gone. Stahl and Caspar much the same, their smaller forms still retain a semblance of shape despite their similar state of immobility. Stahl and Caspar bottom-heavy and top-heavy respectively, Stahl’s ass spreads out behind him and rises, Caspar’s stomach instead seeping out everywhere it can in front of him. The sides of their bodies coalesce and press into each other. Ike’s body digs into both of theirs, his elephantine form spreading everywhere.

With no more food getting devoured, their minds soon begin to clear up; an inkling of thoughts return to their brain, shock slowly forming. However, their attention turns back to the table. Fading away, it all disappears. Instead, plates begin to materialize on their shelves of breasts and mattresses of stomachs, all three glutting out further. Their eating competition is no more with no quantifiable way of measuring their massive size or titanic proportions, all only concerned with devouring, their bodies fattening further as they begin to take up more of the room.

[kanonffa]

Commission for anonymous

Chrom and Ike fell into a magic trap and now suffer the BIG consequences~

I had a lot of fun drawing this~

[pangtasias-atelier]

How about an Ike/Soren feeder story, with Ike as the feedee? Maybe he asks Soren to stuff him with magically enhanced food and ends up immobile?

Had a lot of fun with this one!! I feel like I'm just overexxagerating but I feel like my writing is getting better? IDK, tried something different for this one and like, I like how it came out.

Finally wrote in past tense after so long though I know there's like an inconsistent tense change or time change I feel. Though I feel that happens all the time in my stories so oh well. This one feels off a bit off too but I just need to lighten up on myself lol

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Constantly traveling meant spotting brand new ideas and thoughts. Radical ideas that differed so much from one's own prior notions. Ideas never before considered. Ideas that Ike found tempting to try out.

Ike and Soren having gone through with their idea of leaving Tellius and exploring the world, their perceived notion of understanding had been crushed soon after. Different customs and different people, some places felt just like familiar old Crimea. Others made them feel that even the Laguz on Tellius felt more alike to them.

Their current temporary place of residence was much like the latter.

Constantly moving, some of the villages and towns they passed through and stayed in were a sight to behold. And right now, this one had taken the grand prize.

Both of them weary after traveling a week with no town in sight, their arrival in the middle of the night had led to zero suspicions on their part. Sure, a rather surprisingly exceedingly hefty farmer had pointed them to the inn, his wings for arm fat hanging as he did so. And said inn was run by another portly kind man, whose weight dwarfed the farmers, but the exhaustion muddled with the assumption of coincidences led to Ike and Soren finding the experience odd but didn't think anything of it past said feeling.

Until the two had woken up, Ike's grumbling stomach refusing to let either enjoy peace in each other's arms any longer. Both freshening up and dressing, the sun's bright rays and bustling sound and nature of the market meant the day was on its way, morning already having passed and becoming noon.

A different clerk at the desk, this one had resembled closer to Ike and Soren. In age and in nothing else, the clerk resembling the one from the day prior in size and physical appearance. Appearing the same, the young man resembled the other one yet seemed even larger, his shirt straining to contain his gigantic gut as it rested over the counter, the clerk having no shame in the bare lower half of his stomach being exposed. His lazy salute to the two married travelers had tuckered him out, a huff of air escaping his lips afterwards. It wasn't until later that Ike and Soren discovered that this clerk was the prior one's sons.

Something perhaps now a bit off, their suspicions were validated as both stepped out, the entire market filled to the brim with hefty engorged bodies. A multitude of sizes and shapes, all waddling about in varying states of ill-fitting clothing, it was Soren who remained calm, immediately and discreetly asking about who governed the area. Ike had instead acted confused, staring at each waddling tires passerby, his eyes focused and roaming each roll that they pissed, his own hand wishing to reach out and to feel the plush skin, to test its heft.

Soren jabbing him, he whispered in Ike's ears, pointing him to where to go. Lunch foregone, the two had quickly headed out towards the manor. Ike didn't miss the way Soren's own eyes strayed, Soren taking a tad bit longer to respond.

Upon arriving, both had been ushered in, the portly yet busty servant escorting them to his Lord's Chambers. Instead of taken to a meeting room, the two had gone straight to his bedchambers. The two had been confused until the door was opened.

Numerous vast rolls littering the bed and even the floor, the Lord eclipsed all others in the area. Soren clearing his throat and keeping his face straight, Ike had kept a blush throughout the entire meeting, both of them welcomed and immediately hired for mercenary work.

Accustomed to their jobs, simple escort tasks, receiving shipments, dealing with bandits, their handsomely paying benefactor led to some serious savings both never felt before.

Planning to stay in the area for one week, it had only taken one week for Ike's monstrous appetite to catch up to him, his belt snug where it was once fitted. Bulging pants where they were once loose. A choking shirt where it once outlined his muscles.

Soren having immediately investigated the food on their first day of staying, his snooping quickly revealed to him the nature of this area, the crops magically grown and cultivated, the effects amplifying and multiplying their nutrients and calories. Each little bite was destined to end up chock-full of calories. And each bite filled one up as crazy calorically dense food should, but the local idea of more only led to hedonistic tendencies. Tendencies that Ike easily began to mirror. Tendencies that Soren was happy to instill in Ike.

His own plate free of seconds, Soren always seemed happy to oblige Ike's wishes for just another serving. Another serving soon followed by Ike snacking on snacks provided by Soren to that Ike would eat to fill in the gaps between meals. A gut soon grew to rest on his lap whenever he sat down. Soft padded breasts formed where rock hard pecs resided. Arms soon became dimpled and even heftier than they already were. Thighs grew monstrous, a hefty gait needed at all times. A shelf for an ass developed and sagges where perky cheeks were.

Where Ike would be considered large back in Tellius, here he was just average.

Of course, Ike was no idiot. Soren claiming stoicness meant nothing when he blushed and even stammered upon observing Ike's large hefty frame. Or the way Soren seemed to constantly short-circuit upon Ike squishing him against the wall or in bed.

A town once considered so strange and foreign soon grew to become a place where both could call home. So much money gained from here alone, land had promptly been bought. A sprawling semi remote area, it quickly became occupied with a house the two could call their own.

Ike, aware of Soren's research, had offhandedly mentioned about the two making their own garden at home in the name of frugality. Soren had nearly calmly nodded, but his head had been swirling, Ike's comment giving him all the more reason to already go through with his plan.

Eventually it had been Ike who confronted Soren, wishing to ensure that their silent mutual enjoyment of his size was indeed mutual. The cause for his sudden prompt had been a broken chair, Ike misjudging its sturdiness.

Soren confessing much the same, Ike merely grinned before hugging Soren. Or his definition of hugging. Ike's stomach too wide for him to reach around, Ike instead pressed Soren against the wall with his stomach. The two soon conversing about their garden, the realization of Soren's own magic laced in it became known to both.

Their garden soon abundant and ripe, both had been excited for it.

Ike already prepared, Soren brought him a chicken stir fry. Knowing Ike's enjoyment of meat, the homegrown vegetable laden dish had also been laden with chicken.

Tensely grabbing a forkful, mind racing to see the effects, Soren had eagerly crammed the food into Ike's eager mouth.

Standing to the side of him, his own noticeable layer of pudge pressing into Ike's, Soren visibly picked up as Ike let out a small moan, devouring the bite.

Suddenly pushed back, the small force had revealed itself in the extra round of fat outlining Ike's frame, his large chair seemingly smaller.

Both glancing down at the burgeoning plate, Ike's open mouth gave Soren the go ahead, Soren soon moving behind him. Bringing yet another forkful, Soren bit back his own bliss as Ike spread out a slight bit further, his massive frame growing.

Continuing to feed him, Ike kept growing, clothes straining before soon tearing, scraps of clothing lining his tanned corpulent frame. Chair kept appearing smaller, more of Ike's ass devouring and enveloping it, Ike soon appearing to float with no chair visible at all. His face grew wobbly, mouth opening slower and slower with each swallow that only kept adding to his enlarging body. Wood creaked and warped as Ike broke his chair, the floor soon bearing the brunt of his crushing weight. Fingers and toes grew stuff and unfit as they became rife with fat; hands and feet sunk wobbled alike with the rest of his body.

Soren merely stood behind Ike, moving every so often as Ike's wall of back rolls pushes further out behind and his shelf of an ass quickly turned to its own furniture, the hills spreading as did his stomach.

Ike moaning and groaning, he complained once it became apparent that the dish was over. Soren's extra magic doing this to him, Ike wheezes as Soren climbed on top of him, Soren slightly sinking.

Ike struggling to move, his range of motion was far too limited to do so alone. Soren giving a kiss to Ike, he began to wonder what even qualified as large here, his thoughts straying to hopefully finding out one day, Ike willing to find out as well.

[pangtasias-atelier]

If the requests still available, could it be that Soren wants to protect Ike at all costs, and he comes up with the idea of ​​immobilizing him under his own weight making him very fat with his magic. Thanks~

I hope you like this! Kinda based it off of your Takumi drawing~

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"No more walking on your leg," Rewrapping the bandages particularly tight, Soren's frustration shows. 

Sitting in bed, his injured leg elevated on the pillow, Ike complains as he crosses his arms over his chest. Dressed in only boxers from being cooped up, Ike's muscles flare from annoyance.

"Ike, what did I say?" Tying the bandage, Soren begins loosening it as Ike repeats him.

"No walking," Like a child, Ike grumbles and murmurs as he fidgets, unable to move. 

"Good," Soren gives the injured Ike a kiss on the cheek. "I'm going to make dinner, and if I see or hear you walking," Soren casts a gust of wind, the air gently but forcefully hitting Ike. 

"Alright, I can't walk. I get it,"

"You do? Because you didn't seem to get it the first time the healer told you, and then the next two times I told you," Gripping the doorway, Soren sighs. Walking away before he says anything his anger may make him regret, Soren begins working on the night's dinner. 

A simple porridge at the behest of the healer, Soren cooks exactly that. The two traveling around the world, everything had been peachy until the two were ambushed. The bandits clearly inexperienced, they had been taken care of easily, but it was Ike's haste that had caused his foot to get snagged. Despite the injury, Ike persisted in his activities, a thing that the healer and Soren heavily advised against. But Ike's energy wouldn't allow for him to rest, his want for exercise or at least something too much. His leg slightly healing, it would have been healed if Ike didn't move on it. 

But that wasn't the only thing on Soren's mind, Ike coming away with several cuts and bruises with each fight, Soren could only worry. Making two pots, Soren enchants one. A bit of clanging coming from the room, he frowns as he hears Ike moving.

Heading back, he glares at Ike, Ike sitting on the bed.

Without a word, he grabs his staff healing Ike's leg with his it; Soren glowers at him.

"You could've healed my leg?" Ike stands up, muscular frame towering over Soren's.

"Of course, but you," Soren jabs his finger into Ike's chest. "are too reckless. You're going to get really hurt one day,"

Ike frowns before sighing, hugging Soren. "Sorry, but I'll be fine. I'm not gonna get injured" Ike not getting the lesson of being careful, Soren huffs. 

"I'm going to make sure of that," Soren proclaims.

Ike confused, he tilts his head before his eyes widen at the traveling pot. Landing before him, Ike gags as a stream forms, the liquid forcing its way into his mouth.

The torrent of soup pushes Ike back onto the bed. Soren fixing Ike to fit on the middle, Soren stands back as he enjoys his handy work.

The soup laced with Soren's magic, it's effects cause him to blimp out. Struggling as the soup continues, Ike's movements slow does as more and more of it fills him out.

His abs quickly fading away, a sizable paunch takes its place. It continues to expand further, Ike's stomach rising high into the air as it spreads out across the bed. Body widening, Ike's back adds more rolls with bundles of cellulite joining his frame. His pecs soften up, the hard years of exercise gone in an instant underneath a layer of pudge. Now having moobs, Ike's breasts swell out as fat accumulates, the large jugs falling back into his face. The fat on his upper chest swells to the side, his arms bending as fat pushes against fat. His thighs widening, his boxers strain as his thighs dimple with more fat covering them. His stomach spreading his thighs, they spread even further. The upper portion of his thighs touching, his legs thin out going down, Ike in the pose of a snow angel. His legs now having cankles, Ike finally breathes as the soup finishes. Wheezing, Ike groans as he struggles to move his hands and feet. Swaddled under so much fat, they barely shift against his wrists and legs. His chins folding onto one another, his cheeks merge into them. 

Ike immobilized under his weight, Soren breathes heavily. Tentatively placing a hand on his stomach, he breathes as he hugs Ike's stomach, unable to wrap his hands all around it. Rubbing it, Soren sinks into Ike's stomach, huffing at his perfect plan, now able to care for Ike all himself.

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The Goddess's Judgement Part 3

Direct continuation of part 2. This series is probably the most fun I've had writing in a really long time lol. I have a really soft spot for RD. I've played it around 10 times at this point.

This also kinda lost its fat focus, but the entire plot of this part is about moving Ike so it's not entirely devoid of it.

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Nursing his soup, Kyza delicately sips from it. Savoring the flavor, he smiles at the addition of basil. Lifting the spoon to his mouth, someone bumps into Kyza, the small amount of liquid spilling on the table.

"Watch your step, soldier!" Kyza reprimands. Ignoring the uptight comment, Kyza straightens out his clothes. Despite being one of the smaller tiger Laguz, Kyza's clothes had ripped during his growth, the tigers affected the most overall from their judgement. Having common sense as Kyza refers to it, his first order was to mend his clothes. And mend them he did, the outfit a heavily let out version of his uniform. His vest unable to be closed without tearing it, he has it open instead, his gray tunic on display. His old pants still fit, the typical loose Laguz pants coming extremely in handy for a majority of the Laguz.

Still sitting down, Kyza's stomach presses into the table despite his best efforts at proper posture and sitting as far back on the bench. Most of Kyza's weight went to his stomach, the tunic clinging around it for its dear life, every stomach roll perfectly visible. His thighs and rear didn't receive the same attention as his stomach, Kyza positively apple-shaped.

Kyza abruptly stands up when he sees Ranulf enter the dining hall. Loathe to admit it, he couldn't prolong food forever, his stomach winning rather than searching for his captain.

"Captain!" Kyza dutifully calls as he makes his way to Ranulf, his stomach slightly quivering against the tight tunic, the fabric caught in his love handles. Both among the smaller of their species, Kyza's size diminishes Ranulf's, the subordinate still larger than the captain.

Ranulf smiles upon seeing Kyza. "We have a situation, meet me outside the dining hall," Ranulf slinks back into the kitchens, raiding it as every soldier currently is.

"Yes sir," Kyza salutes, marching to the entrance. Standing straight against the wall, chest puffed out, his fat upper body more prevalent now, Kyza waits.

A few minutes pass by before Ranulf rejoins him, a large bundle of food now in his hands. "Follow me," The two make their way, neither of them talking, the silence instead filled with their snacking.

Reaching Ike's room, Ranulf unceremoniously opens the door. Heading in, Ranulf ignores Kyza's flabbergasted face.

Unable to even begin thinking on formulating any words, Kyza instead trepidatiously walks inside, each step mindful of Ike's overflowing body.

"You'll be fine Kyza. We need your help," climbing onto Ike's moobs, Ranulf brings out the rest of the food, which is admittedly far less than he had intended, and feeds it to Ike. Happily accepting it, Ike can barely register the conversation.

"We have to get Ike out of here, so-" Ranulf puts a hand out to stop Kyza's interruption. "So, I need you to tear down the wall leading to outside," Ranulf points to the wall opposite of the door, Ike's temporary room thankfully on the first floor.

"That's Sir Ike?" Kyza uncalmly shouts, walking around Ike to verify for himself. Indeed agreeing that it is Ike, Kyza stutters before taking deep breaths, his moobs and stomach rising and falling. "Suppose I break the wall, we can't possibly move him," Kyza gesticulates towards Ike, the hero of Crimea, now immobilized.

"We gotta start somewhere. And your the strongest tiger I know, so are you going to help Ike or no?" Smirking at the compliment working, Ranulf claps at Kyza's answer.

"Of course, captain! Pardon my earlier dissent," Kyza carefully walks around Ike, making sure to not step on him. Past Ike, Kyza transforms, the energy much more restrictive than before, he slashes at the wall a meager five times before reverting back. "Excuse my poor performance," Kyza groans as he wipes his face with his handkerchief, his face sweaty. Despite the few attempts, the wall already gives way slightly, Ranulf correct in putting his trust in Kyza.

"Good job," Ranulf commends. "Now how to move him out of here?" Ranulf murmurs as he feeds Ike a loaf.

"Even twenty of our strongest warriors would face difficulty in moving him,"

"Yeah, there's too much surface area." Ranulf pensively thinks, handing Ike another loaf. "Doesn't someone have a wyvern?"

"A wyvern would struggle with such a weight. And I doubt a wyvern has the intelligence to be able to move Ike," Break over, Kyza transforms back, chipping at the wall again. Another five slashes and some of the bricks fall, a hole now in the wall. Kyza takes another break.

"If we get enough Laguz to push Ike onto something, we could have a wyvern pull Ike," Ranulf figures out, handing Ike two loaves.

"That seems like our best bet," Kyza confesses, resuming his job.

"Hey Ike, who has a wyvern?"

"Haar," Ike wheezes out.

"Isn't he the one that's always asleep?" Ranulf questions, trying to imagine where he would be.

Ike nods his head, his cheeks and chins quivering in response.

"Keep at it Kyza, I'll be back with a wyvern," Hopping off of Ike, Ranulf's ass and thighs shake.

His first instinct to check for the scent of wyvern, Ranulf pinpoints Haar's room. He opens it only to find it completely empty. Grabbing a satchel, Ranulf sniffs it, Haar's smell on his nose. Following the trail, Ranulf ends up outside and finds them.

Asleep against his wyvern, hands resting on his stomach, Haar snores as he leans back. Originally a snorer, Haar's fattened body only worsens that trait. Larger than Ranulf and even Kyza, Haar's entire armor is now gone, none of it able to fit around him anymore. His entire uniform is now gone, his corpulent body too big for it. Haar forwent clothing, his briefs enough to cover him and his weight and wyvern enough to warm him. Considering the several half naked Laguz and Laguz as naked as Haar, he's in good company. His growth mostly focused on his rear, Haar's ass generously lifts him up as he sits on it asleep. The black briefs hug and pinch his thighs, a noticeable indent as they dig into him. His stomach rests on his lap, his engorged thighs having extra room for a larger stomach.

Detecting Ranulf's presence, Haar's wyvern alerts him, making noise and even getting up.

His support gone, Haar yawns as he falls back, now slightly awake. "What is it? It can wait later..." Haar reasons, eyes drifting back asleep. Wyvern not having any of it, they smack Haar with their tail, the appendage landing straight on his stomach. "I'm up, I'm up," Haar groans, snacking his lips. Haar bluntly reacts upon seeing Ranulf. "If you need anything, I'll pass,"

"It's about Ike; he needs your help," Ranulf pleads. "And your wyvern's help,"

"He can ask me himself," Haar retorts, a yawn escaping his lips as he scratches his rear.

"Well he's stuck," Seeing Haar's confused expression, Ranulf sighs. "You just have to see for yourself,"

With his wyvern's insistence, Haar follows Ranulf, the two of them waddling back. The trek back is cut short, Kyza already done tearing the wall.

Haar widens his one good eye, not expecting his leader to resemble a blob. Checking to make sure, Haar comes face to face to Ike.

"Haar-" Ike begins.

"Yeah yeah, save your breath. I'm on it," Heading back to Ranulf, Haar begins questioning them. "I can't just move him-"

"We know, I already have someone getting Laguz to help push Ike onto something and then your wyvern can pull him on the snow,"

"You alright with that, partner?" Haar's wyvern having a much better work ethic than him, they screech into the air, ready. "Okay, that's two things figured out. So what are we going to push Ike on?"

"I haven't figured that part yet," Ranulf admits.

"I have captain!" Kyza shouts, trudging something behind him. Several tigers follow behind him, all fatter than him. "I refurbished the tables to remove their tops and combined them," Kyza happily explains.

"You did all that this quickly?"

"The other Laguz assisted me, once they knew of Sir Ike's plight, we rushed to create this,"

Inspecting the makeshift sled, Ranulf smiles, patting Kyza on the back. "Great job everyone, now everyone head to the other side," Listening to their commander, everyone does so as Ranulf places the table turned sled beside Ike.

Everyone pauses at Ike's size. They all squish and grab his fat, everyone marveling at it.

"This is no time to dawdle, I need everyone to push and lift with all you got!" Ranulf yells to cheer them.

Listening, everyone stands side by side on one side of Ike, everyone bulbous bodies bumping into each other, the warm extremely warm despite the cold snowy weather. On Ranulf's first count, they all bend down and reach under Ike's body. By his third count they heave, Ike slowly being pushed and lifted. Grunting and complaining the only sound, everyone cheers as they slowly turn Ike. Now on his side, everyone congratulates themselves before giving one final push, sending Ike flat on his back and onto the sled. Even with tables combined to make it, Ike still overflows it, his sides grazing the snow. But he lies firmly on it, enough to be pulled.

Haar tying a rope to the added pole on the makeshift sled is the turning point, all the Laguz now leaving to resume their eating.

"Don't overwork yourself," Haar pats his wyvern on the back. A screech returned his way causes a frown. "I overwork myself all the time," Ignoring their owner, Haar's wyvern slowly trudges through the snow, Ranulf and Kyza making sure Ike doesn't fall off. Ike shakes as the wyvern drags him, his chins and cheeks wobbling. His stomach sways back and forth and up and down, the pauses taken by Haar's wyvern making Ike jiggle all over.

"Where are we taking him? We can't leave him outside," Haar points out, waddling at a distance with his arms crossed.

"The reception hall will have to do. It's big enough and close enough to an exit," All agreeing with Ranulf, they slowly head towards the main entrance at a snail's pace. A couple of close calls with Ike almost falling off, all the crises are averted. Opening the door, the wyvern enters; dragging Ike inside, the wood scrapes against stone as everyone covers their ears. Everyone except Ike who's too big to move his arms anymore.

Finally back inside the castle, everyone sighs. Haar unties his wyvern. Already ready, Kyza presents a bag of meat to them, the wyvern happily flying away with it in their mouth.

"I earned a well-deserved rest," Haar comments seconds before he rests against Ike. The stone doesn't faze him, his cushiony ass providing sufficient enough comfort. Sinking into Ike's stomach as he leans into him, his warm leader lulls him to sleep.

Ignoring Haar, Ranulf shakes his head. "Thanks Kyza, there's no way I was moving him on my own,"

"No thanks needed captain," Kyza salutes as he happily marches away, happy to receive a compliment from his superior.

Hearing not one but two sources of snoring, Ranulf whips around, finding Ike soundly asleep, somehow tired from everyone else working. Ike's massive stomach rises into the air with each inhale and falls back down with each exhale.

"Guess I've earned a nap too," Ranulf shrugs. Climbing on top of Ike's stomach, Ranulf stretches, glad for a rest. Ranulf kneads Ike's stomach, getting comfortable before taking his rest.

[pangtasias-atelier]

The Goddess's Judgement Part 2

This'll probably be a series of shorts of right after the judgement takes place before probably fast forwarding to the future. (Maybe, I have an idea already about a future segment)

This isn't a set plot or Flow, just a bunch of drabbles really.

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Still within the camp, Ranulf lets out a sigh as he finishes his meal. He leans back and pats his new stomach as he lets out a small burp. Like most of the other cats, Ranulf was one of the smaller men. He weighs more than he thought he would possibly ever weigh, but in comparison to people like Tibarn, Ranulf could be considered puny, not like Ranulf has seen Tibarn's new form.

Rubbing his stomach, Ranulf lets out another burp. "Has anyone seen Skrimir?" A jumble of "No," sounds out before everyone goes back to their plates, food currently more important than their leader.

Sighing, Ranulf stands up and stretches, his bones popping in relief from sitting for so long. Unlike most of his companions, Ranulf's clothes still serve to maintain some shred of decency. His shirt has enough stretch that it still fits, only littered with tears to allow bits of flab to sleep through. His pants fit snugly but securely, his thighs and ass filling them out.

"Guess I'll check on him. Who knows what that hothead could be doing," Ranulf thinks as he leaves the dining hall, taking several snacks for himself for the road.

Exploring the hallways don't turn up the results Ranulf wants, no Skrimir in sight. The hallways no longer contain the usual bustle of before. Most of the army occupying the dining halls. Some stragglers wander through, the larger Laguz requiring several breaks. Every time, Ranulf steps to the side, hallways not meant for a corpulent and a chubby person side by side.

All questions about Skrimir lead to the same answer, no one knowing or caring about his location.

"Dammit, where's Janaff or Ulki?" Unable to find the two hawks to help his search, Ranulf grumbles. Reaching for a loaf of bread, Ranulf glances down at seeing it's his last. Shrugging, he shoves it into his mouth, relishing it. Eating it, he sighs as he pats his stomach. "Guess I can head back. He's probably fine," Ranulf consoles himself, indeed heading back, not even having left the castle.

His pace now far more hurried with no more food, Ranulf almost misses the banging coming nearby. Stopping, he sniffs the air.

"Ike?" Ranulf questions as he knocks on the closed door. The sound of items falling convinces Ranulf to open the door.

The open door reveals a pile of of pale slightly tan flesh overtaking the floor. The only identification that it's a human is the mop of blue hair on one end.

Lying on his stomach, Ike struggles to get up. Nearly filling the room, Ike's arms can no longer reach the floor, his stomach too high and too spread out. His feet are in the same predicament, Ike completely stuck.

"Ranulf?" Ike wheezes, his body parallel to the door, his sunken face unable to turn to see Ranulf with so much fat.

"Ike, you're, you're massive...," Ranulf stares in awe. A blob after the judgement, Ranulf's assessment of Ike is true.

Muscles now looking like they never existed on his form, Ike wheezes. Everything growing equally, Ike resembles a blown up caricature of an already blown up caricature of a Beorc.

His stomach nearly fills out the room, the numerous fat laden rolls everywhere. Ike's face rests on his gigantic moobs, his numerous chins overlapping and sinking into them. His cheeks overtake most of his vision, his stomach filling the rest. His thighs are completely stuck together, his stomach under them swaddling them together. Each thigh bigger than the doorway. Ike's arms are mostly swallowed by his fat, unable to move those as well. Ike's wrist are now around the width of his former bicep. Ike's ass juts in the air, the two piles resembling couches. His back is rife with rolls and divots of fat.

"Gotta get out," Ike groans, pinned by his weight.

Ranulf climbs up Ike's stomach and into his moobs, right in front of Ike.

"I don't think that's happening anytime soon pal," Ranulf admits, surveying the sheer size of Ike.

[pangtasias-atelier]

Beware of Slime

Based off of a drawing of Ike from @kanonffa check em out, she deserves way more appreciation!

Listening to the concerns of the villagers, Ike heads South of the village. Currently on his travels after defeating Ashera, Ike had found a new village. Seeing the kind large man, they beseeched him to listen to their problems. Ike happily agreed, willing to help.

Apparently some villagers had ended up missing whenever leaving the village's southern gates. The dissappearances had begun two months ago and with it, five villagers had fallen victim to whatever was causing this.

Everyone had told Ike their suspicions; there was a bandit group not far from the village, the mountains their home.

And so Ike is already halfway towards the mountains. The village is no longer in sight, Ike notices. A great area for brigands to ambush. Ike currently walks through a prairie, the tall grass going up past his knees.

Hand ready to grab his sword at a moment's notice, Ike continues walking. Focusing on the mountain, Ike doesn't notice the hole in the ground. Taking a confident step forward, Ike places his right foot right on top of the hole, gravity doing its job as Ike falls down.

Rubbing his head, Ike groans as he surveys the area. Looking around, he finds nothing wrong, just some water dripping.

And then the water starts moving. Unsheathing his sword, Ike swings at the moving object. Cutting it precisely in half, Ike grins until it begins moving again. Backing up, Ike tries to find an escape route. The object lunges at him again, swinging his sword, Ike is too slow as the beast reaches him.

Bracing himself for the expected slash, Ike opens his eyes as he feels something grab his arms and legs. His eyes widen once he sees the beast. A blue slime. A large blue slime. A ridiculously large blue slime, Ike's brain unhelpfully adds, the expanse of it not being graspable by Ike; every new glance seems to reveal a new part of it hiding in the shadows or behind a rock. Soon, the entity works on removing all of Ike's armor, the only protection now the clothes on his back; his usual white pants with a new red shirt.

The light grasps on his arms and legs thicken as they reach higher. Elbow deep and knee deep in blue slime, Ike chokes as it shoves its way into his mouth.

Pulling his arms and legs, Ike can tell that tht slime won't give him up easily. The little bit that went into its mouth seems to create a chain reaction. As he's nearly done with the bit of slime entering him, more comes along to join the rest of it.

Completely caked in slime, Ike can only groan as he feels his distended belly; his brain incessantly informs him that this is wrong. That not stomach should be that far distended. The slime is no mind reader, shoving more of itself inside. Soon his filling stomach pushes up his shirt, the cool draft in the hole feeling somewhat comfortable.

Groaning, Ike takes the slime's body. Perhaps he can outlast it and get out. That train of thought keeps Ike going; then he feels some drips coming from the ceiling.

Glancing up, Ike blanches as he sees even more of the slime hanging along the ceiling and walls, more of it coming to Ike.

All Ike can do is struggles and blush. He guesses that this slime became active two months ago.

[jothalternate]

Ike ate the Elephant fruit!

fun idea that I had and wanted to tackle.