Byleth’s Fat Camp- Ashe the Cutie Cook
the second chapter made. It’s Ashe’s focus chapter!
Ashe's love of cooking and eager personality makes him do well as a gainer and encourager.
Byleth had the fortune of having several exceptional cooks amongst his assigned campers. One of those cooks, Ashe, quickly bonded with him.
Ashe is a cute young man close to Byleth’s height. He has silver hair, green eyes, and freckles across the bridge of his nose. He started off his year at camp a bit plump already, as he had gained around 50 pounds and reached 200 by himself.
When Byleth inquired, Ashe explained his history and goals with gaining. He has had a fascination with corpulent bodies as long as he could remember. He had often considered the possibility of getting massively fat for quite some time. A year and a half ago finally decided he wanted it for himself. Working with food and possessing a taste for many different foods helped him gain consistently and gave him a squishy belly and muffin-top.
But he wanted more, and he wanted it soon. So, when the opportunity arose for him to attend not only a fat camp, but the one he dreamed about since he was a teenager, he accepted without hesitation.
Byleth is glad that he did, because Ashe is a delight to have. Cooking isn’t just a job to Ashe; he honestly loves the culinary arts. He always volunteers to help with meal preparations. He can often be found working in the kitchen in his spare time; preparing treats, snacks, and extra meals for himself and the other campers. He was a model example of a gainer and encourager.
Byleth had a strong memory of Ashe from their second week. He intended to reward Ashe with sweet buns, for his excellent performance during the Camper Bonding exercise. But by the time he found Ashe, he had already engorged himself and his companions with Pheasant Roast with berry sauce and Saghert and Cream. Ashe was stuck in his chair, groaning and rubbing the top of his bloated round belly. Byleth asked him if he should save the buns for later, but Ashe eagerly accepted. He claimed that he was, “Still super hungry.” He was having a rough time swallowing the sweet buns and his puffed cheeks flushed red. His companions, Caspar and Sylvain, wanted to repay him for cooking for them. So, they took charge of feeding Ashe; they verbally applauded his effort while lifting the sweet confections to his mouth and rubbing his overstuffed gut.
After two months, his proactive and eager approach earned him an additional 25 pounds of fat. While Byleth and Ashe were alone together making a pizza, Byleth took the opportunity to congratulate him.
“I’m amazed by your progress Ashe. Only two months and you are already a quarter of the way to your goal.”
Byleth’s praise makes Ashe feel bashful. “Thank you! I was worried I wouldn’t do well at all. But thanks to you and the others, it’s been great!”
“You make for a pretty good encourager yourself. Maybe you should be a counselor and you can help me gain.”
Ashe chuckles. “That could be fun.” The oven beeps an alert. “I’ll put the pizza in for us.” Ashe carries the pizza to the oven. When he bends over, the waistband of his pants sag down and expose the top of his rear. Ashe, overwhelmed with embarrassment, shoves the pizza in and swiftly stands up. He tugs his pants up, in a futile attempt to keep them above his bulbous bottom.
Ashe turns to see if Byleth saw anything. Byleth is looking off to the side, but Ashe can see a hint of a grin. Ashe turns as red as a tomato. “I’ve been thinking I might want to consider getting bigger clothes.” He wants the statement to come off as coincidental, but it’s not fooling Byleth.
Byleth makes eye contact with Ashe again. “I’ll help you get some new clothes. I think a belt or some overalls would make a good addition to your wardrobe.”
“Yep. Hahaha…” Ashe sets the timer for the pizza. “It’s going to be a while before this is ready…”
“How about I get you a little snack, to appease your appetite until then?” Byleth inquires.
“Yes please! I actually have something in mind…”
Byleth happily complies with Ashe’s request. He grabs two pints of chocolate-caramel ice cream from the freezer, and melts them in the microwave. “Do you want me to feed them too you? Or do you want to drink them by yourself?”
“Feed- Actually, I’ll do it by myself.” Ashe loves being fed by others, but because Byleth is married, he feels bad asking him to do it. Byleth recognizes Ashe’s feelings, and hands the first pint to him.
Ashe takes a look at the sugary and decadent fluid, and licks his lips. He lifts the container to his lips and takes a small swig for a taste test. He hums with delight, and begins to guzzle the container. Gulp after gulp, the ice cream slides down his throat. Byleth can barely see the movement of Ashe’s throat as it takes in the fattening fluid. In do time, there will be too much fat on his neck to see at all.
After having finished half the container, Ashe takes a break to catch his breath. He notices that some of the ice cream was caught on his lips and chin. He wipes the spills with his fingers and then sucks them clean. He then brings the pint back to his mouth and returns to guzzling. By the time he has finished the container, only a minute has passed.
“Great job Ashe. You have the makings of a master chugger!”
Ashe huffs, “Thanks. Can you hand me the next one?” Without a word, Byleth gives the second pint to Ashe. Without cleaning off the mess on his face from the last drink, he begins to guzzle it. He starts with the same gusto, but is forced to take a break a third of the way in. He pants and groans during the break. Ice cream is smeared around his mouth, yet he pays it no mind. He takes another crack at gulping down the fluid, but once again is forced to stop after inhaling another third. Drops of ice cream dribble down from his lips, over his chin, and fall on to his chest.
Byleth can see the way that the ice cream has settled in Ashe’s stomach. It’s taught and firm. “Do you need to take a break?” Ashe scrunches his brow and frowns adorably. In defiance, he downs the last third of the pint in a single chug.
Ashe gasps for breath like he ran a marathon. Byleth laughs and applauds his effort, “You killed it.” He takes the empty pint from Ashe and takes it to the trash.
Byleth brings back a wet wash-cloth. Ashe pouts, he wanted to lick himself clean again. But he accepts it and wipes his face, hands, and chest.
“You sure you’re gonna have room for lunch?”
“… Yeah. That pizza can’t bake fast enough.”
Laughter overcomes Byleth. Ashe tries to laugh with him, but ends up getting the hiccup. “Good job Ashe. At this rate, you will gain past 300 by the end of the year.”