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Pacifier, Part III
Characters:
Nero (Devil May Cry)
Kyrie (Devil May Cry)
Nicoletta "Nico" Goldstein (Devil May Cry)
Relationships:
Nero x Kyrie, for real and in fantasy
Premise:
Nico is prepared to study and, hopefully, stop the strange new affliction that passed from her to Nero. Things don't go as planned, but that doesn't mean they don't work out.
Content Warnings:
Spiders
Dream sequence
Marriage, in fantasy
Internalized fatphobia
Feeding, in fantasy
Rapid weight gain, in fantasy
Clothing destruction, in fantasy
Teratophilia/monster-fucking, in fantasy
Size difference, in fantasy
Belly rubbing, in fantasy
Burping, in fantasy
Titjob, in fantasy
Oral sex/felatio, in fantasy
Author's Note:
I want to make it clear that feeding/weight gain isn't really my kink, and my main motive for writing this was to make a good friend of mine happy. Not because I think it's any more shameful than anything else I've written here, I just don't want to be misunderstood. With that said, I'm really surprised by how well the kink ended up working as a vehicle for me to explore Kyrie's feelings about herself and her relationship with Nero. In my headcanon, Kyrie is a little chubby to begin with, or at least has gained some weight after DMC4. Canon has yet to suggest otherwise. Parts I and II can be read here and here respectively.
A few hours had passed. Uncharacteristically, Kyrie had ordered takeout for dinner. But, this was not a typical day to begin with.
Kyrie was laying beside Nero, laying on his chest. She broke the comfortable silence with a question.
"Are you scared, Nero?'
"Scared of what?" Nero asked in response.
"The headache you're supposed to have tomorrow. Not knowing exactly what it's going to take to make this go away."
"Eh, I don't know if it'll affect me like it did Nico anyway. I'm not as human as she is."
Kyrie nodded. "That's true."
"I do trust her, though. She'll figure something out."
"You're right..."
Nero wrapped an arm around Kyrie, and squeezed her. "And I don't want you worrying about me either, okay?"
"Nero, if I asked you not to worry about me, could you do it?"
Nero chuckled. "Yeah, fair enough. That's the one thing I could never do for you."
The door to the bedroom swung open. In came Nico, carrying some kind of helmet, and something else that looked kind of like a microscope. "Alright, it's time to get to work! Nero, sit up."
Kyrie rolled to the side, allowing Nero to sit up straight.
"Perfect, now hold still..." Nico set aside the scope, and placed the helmet on Nero's head, strapping it on tight. Then she grabbed the wire coming out of the top, and hooked it up to the other device.
"So, that's going to let you look inside his head?" Kyrie asked.
"Yep. It's just a matter of..." Nico flicked a switch on the helmet, and the trio could hear the hum of technology coming to life.
Nero's hand went to his blindfold. "Ugh..."
"Shit, already?" Nico frowned. "It hasn't been long enough... Is it the helmet? Maybe this was a mistake." Nico reached for the switch again.
"We have to do something, Nico." Nero said. "Come on, tell me what you see."
With a sigh, Nico took off her glasses, and peered into the scope.
As she expected, she saw a monochromatic scan of Nero's brain. What she didn't expect made her jump. "Son of a fuck!"
"How bad is it?" Nero asked.
"Well, I found our love bug..." Nico replied. "And it ain't the cute kind."
"There's a bug in his head?!" Kyrie exclaimed.
"Not a physical bug..." Nico clarified. "It's made of some kind of energy, most likely released when Pacifer broke. It jumped into me, then into Nero."
"Well, at least we have the little bastard trapped." Said Nero.
"That's one way to look at it... I still don't know how we're going to get it out."
"...May I see?" Kyrie asked.
"Uh, honey, I don't know if that's a good idea. You aren't gonna be able to unsee it." Said Nico.
"Here, let me-" Kyrie got out of bed, walked up to the scope, gently bumping Nico to the side. Nico didn't have the heart to hold her ground, and Kyrie looked into the scope.
For the most part, Kyrie saw the same thing Nico saw. In the scan of Nico's screen, there was something with eight legs. It sat still, but it's legs were trembling, quivering, like it was preparing to pounce.
However, when Nico looked, this thing was white. To Kyrie, it flashed in shades of orange, red, purple, and pink.
"Oh, for fuck's sake!" Nico exclaimed as Kyrie began to faint.
Nico managed to catch her, and guide her limp body into bed. She ended up right beside Nero, who had also fallen backward.
"Fuck me, fuck me!" Nico's head fell into her hands. "Nero's gonna kill me when he wakes up..."
If he wakes up, she thought. If either of them wake up.
With a sigh, Nico looked back into the scope.
The scan of the brain looked garbled, like two misaligned images overlapping. More worrying, the creature was on the move right now, and appeared to be spinning a web.
"Well, whatever happens next, it looks like you two are in for a good time..."
* * *
The church was, mostly, empty. Not a single person was sitting in the pews.
In the front, Nero stood alone, dressed in black. Even the Sweet Surrender he wore was painted black. He was nervous. He felt hot and itchy in his suit. Like he wasn't the right man to wear it. Like it was made for someone upstanding, someone who could fit in.
His worries evaporated when the doors opened, and he saw his bride standing before the aisle. Nero smiled like it was the happiest day of his life.
Kyrie's gown was immaculate white, with intricate lacy patterns. However, even as she walked up the aisle, she couldn't shake the feeling that her dress was too tight. Like it was made for another woman. A stronger and more exciting woman, who was fit enough to give Nero what he needs and deserves.
She finally reached Nero, and when he flipped up her veil, allowing them to plainly see each other's faces, and for a moment, she forgot all about the dress. She reciprocated Nero's smile.
They both turned to the side. There was no officiator in this church. Where one would be standing, there was a pair of seats in front of a massive wedding cake, with a stack of plates, forks, and knives beside it.
Nero turned back to Kyrie. "Ready to dig in?"
Kyrie giggled. "Sure."
Nero led Kyrie to her seat. Then, he dished up a plate with cake, and sat beside her. "Here-" He lifted a small forkfull to her mouth.
With a smile, Kyrie accepted the bite.
"How does it taste?" Nero asked.
"Sweet." Kyrie replied. "May I have another bite?"
"Of course you can." Nero raised another bite to her mouth, and Kyrie accepted it.
This continued, and Kyrie's slice of cake was finished rather quickly. Nero still held the fork and plate. "Do you want seconds, Kyrie?"
"Oh, well, I don't see why..." Kyrie started. Then, that feeling returned. Like her dress fit just a little too snug, like one wrong move would make the whole thing come undone. Even with this on her mind, Kyrie's smile hardly faltered. "...I- I'm alright, dear. Thank you."
Nero frowned. "Kyrie, it's your special day. This cake is for you."
"Nero, it's oka-"
"You should enjoy it." Nero cut off another slice, bigger than the first. "I want you to enjoy it. Here-" He lifted a big bite of cake to her lips.
Kyrie opened her mouth to protest, but looking at Nero's face, she couldn't bring herself to. "Okay, Nero."
Kyrie took the bite. It tasted just as sweet as the first.
Nero offered her another bite, then another, until this slice too was gone.
Now Kyrie knew her dress was too tight, and the feeling wasn't helped by the frosting around her lips.
Howevr, before Kyrie could even think about that, Nero was cutting off yet another massive slice.
"Oh, Nero, I really shouldn't-"
"Kyrie, you deserve the world. You deserve so much more than I could ever give you. Let me give you this, at least."
"Nero-" Kyrie was cut off by a forkfull of cake being pushed past her lips.
This went on for some time. She must have had a dozen slices - big slices - of cake when Nero set down the fork and plate.
Kyrie's dress didn't just feel too tight, it looked too tight. She was already a little wide before, but now her size must have doubled. The dress was stretching around her form, calling attention to every roll and wrinkle in her flesh. She tried to convince herself not to panic. Surely she was overreacting?
She looked back to Nero who, sure enough, was still smiling at her. "I'm the luckiest man alive, Kyrie... I know every guy says that, but its true when I say it." He reached for Kyrie's hand. "Because I have you."
Kyrie reached for Nero in turn, though bending forward took a little effort. And then, it happened.
The dress tore.
And not just in one spot. Rips opened up in several places across Kyrie's belly and thighs.
Kyrie couldn't contain her worry anymore. She screamed.
"Kyrie? What's wr-"
"My dress! My dress is..." Kyrie choked up. Tears welled up in her eyes.
Ruined. It's ruined. It already wasn't a good fit, and now it's ruined. I let Nero spoil me, let him give me everything. Now he can see me for the big, fat, greedy pig I really am.
"Kyrie, it's okay!" Nero immediately put his arms around her, and held her tight. "I don't care about the dress!" He looked down at the garment, seeing where it had come undone. "Honestly, on you? It still looks... Good..."
Really good.
Nero's eyes were drawn straight to Kyrie's thighs. He had always liked them, but now they looked even fatter, especially straining against the confines of her white wedding dress. The rips in the fabric gave him glimpses of her pale, freckled flesh, and he had to wonder how much softer they must feel now.
Kyrie sniffled. "Nero?"
"Huh?!" He was snapped out of his trance, and felt suddenly reminded of how hot and itchy his suit felt.
Kyrie's lip quivered. "You were staring..."
"No! I wasn't! I-"
Kyrie's face fell into her hands, and she began to sob uncontrollably.
I was. I was staring. I looked at her like a hungry predator, like she was fresh meat. Kyrie's upset, and all I could think of was her body. Now she can see me for the vile, dangerous monster that I really am.
Nero's eyes fell to the floor. "I'm sorry..."
"No!" Kyrie shouted. "No... I'm sorry, Nero. I'm sorry I'm so hideous. That I couldn't stay beautiful for you. That I wasn't strong enough to."
"Wait, what?!" Nero did a double take. "Kyrie, you're gorgeous!"
"Don't even start, Nero! I'm not blind. I'm a cow. You're a hero, a god, and I'm just a cow!" Kyrie's sobbing continued.
Nero couldn't believe what he was hearing. Kyrie thought she wasn't beautiful. It was outrageous. It filled him with rage. So much rage it made him feel even hotter in his suit. The fabric felt even itchier against his skin. It was holding him back. It needed to come off, and it needed to come off now.
In a flash, Nero entered his devil form, baring his demonic body. At last, that suit was gone, and the cool air felt soothing on his skin.
As much as he wanted to find whoever put these lies in his Kyrie's head and tear them to pieces, he needed to make her stop saying these terrible things first.
Kyrie started again. "I tried to be good enough, Nero, I really-"
She was cut off as Nero stuffed a fistfull of cake into her mouth, and practically shoved it down her throat. Nero slowly pulled his fingers out of Kyrie's mouth, as her lips gently sucked on them, cleaning the frosting from his knuckles.
"Is it good?" Nero asked.
Kyrie swallowed the bite. "...It's good, Nero. It's so good. But I'm not-"
"No. Nothing else matters. You make me feel good, and I want to make you feel good. That's the only thing we should worry about." Nero grabbed another fistfull of cake. "You're going to eat this cake. Not as much as you think you should have, but as much as you want. Because that's exactly how much you should have. Am I clear?"
Kyrie looked into Nero's yellow, animal eyes, burning with desire and sheer will.
"Am I clear, Kyrie?"
Kyrie blinked through her tears. "...I love you, Nero."
"I love you too, Kyrie. Now enjoy."
Nero kept stuffing cake into Kyrie's mouth. She hardly had the chance to taste it, let alone chew it, but she didn't care. Her dress continued to grow tighter, and the rips in the fabric continued to grow longer, but she didn't care. The chair she sat in began to creak and groan under her weight, but she didn't care.
All Kyrie could focus on was Nero, as he fed her like it was the most important thing in the world.
Only the top layer of the cake remained when the chair finally broke, and Kyrie fell to the floor. She could hardly feel it, she had grown so big.
Nero didn't slow down. He just grabbed the top layer, climbed on top of Kyrie's chest, and shoved it into her mouth.
When Kyrie swallowed it, she simply laid there for a while. She felt heavy, and full. And she was big, she knew she was. Her belly alone had grown to be big enough for Nero to lay on. She could hardly move, but she knew that with Nero, she would never need to. He would take care of her, and he would be so happy to.
"Nero..." Kyrie's voice had become noticeably deeper from her increased size.
"Kyrie?"
"Get this dress off of me..."
Nero tore what remained of the dress from Kyrie's body, finally letting her flesh hang free.
Nero's breath hitched. "You're beautiful..."
"Don't just say that. Show me." Kyrie commanded.
"I will."
Nero activated Sweet Surrender, and placed its flexing, vibrating hand on Kyrie's belly, before beginning to rub her in a circular motion.
Kyrie moaned. The motion against her full belly felt incredible. The pleasure seemed to move up into her chest, then, to her surprise, she let out an incredibly loud burp.
Kyrie gasped. "Excuse me!"
Nero chuckled. "I'll take that as a compliment."
Nero kept rubbing Kyrie's tummy, but as he did, his eyes were pulled to her chest. Eventually, the rubbing stopped.
"What is it, Nero?"
"I want to fuck your tits, Kyrie."
Kyrie giggled. "Oh my... That's awfully crass of you, Nero." She grinned. "I like it."
Nero's wings unfurled, and grabbed Kyrie's breasts, pressing them together. He placed his hand and Sweet Surrender over her areolas, which his hands did not even cover. He slid his already erect cock in-between them, and to his delight, her cleavage was enough to engulf his cock completely.
Nero began thrusting his cock back and forth. "You're so soft, Kyrie..." He grunted. "I've dreamed of these big fat tits more times than I can count, but never like this..." Then he moaned. He kept thrusting quickly, watching Kyrie's enormous breasts jiggle in his grasp. "Fuck, I'm already close..."
"Wait, stop!" Kyrie commanded.
At once, Nero stopped thrusting, and let go of her breasts, letting them fall to her sides. "What is it?"
"I'm still hungry, Nero... Could you feed me, one more time?"
Nero grinned.
He got off of Kyrie's body, and knelt in front of her head, pressing the head of his cock to her lips. "How deep do you want it?"
"Go all the way, Nero."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. I don't want you to waste a drop, so don't take any chances. I want you to plant your seed right in my stomach."
Kyrie's words alone were nearly enough to push Nero over the edge, but he held on long enough to slowly slide his cock past Kyrie's lips down her throat.
She didn't gag, gracefully accepting his length, until her lips touched his base.
Nero performed three slow, shallow thrusts. They was all it took for him to start cumming.
As his orgasm proceeded, Kyrie's belly swelled up just a little bit more, and began to faintly glow blue from the load he put inside her.
When Nero was finally finished, he slowly pulled out of her, and of course, not a single drop of his cum came out with him.
Nero panted. "Was that sweet enough for you?"
Kyrie too was catching her breath. "It was so sweet, Nero."
"Good... You deserve it." Nero looked up to Kyrie's glowing belly. "You look so beautiful... And you're mine."
Kyrie nodded. "All yours, Nero. As long as you'll have me."
"Always." Said Nero. "Always and forever." Nero climbed back onto Kyrie's body, and laid on her belly. "Kyrie, I might fall asleep here..."
"Nothing would make me happier, Nero. Sleep tight."
"You too, Kyrie..."
The two of them laid together, and soon peacefully drifted off to sleep.
* * *
"I GOT YOU NOW, FUCKER!!!" Was the first thing Nero and Kyrie heard when they woke.
Nico was sitting in front of the scope, which had a new device attached to it. It was some kind of glass bulb, now brightly flashing red, orange, purple, and pink.
"Nico?" Kyrie turned to the window, and it was noticeably darker outside. "How long were we out?"
"Longer than the last couple times, that's for sure. That's alright, it gave me just enough time to catch our little pest." She flicked the glass bulb.
Nero yawned. "That would explain why my headache's gone..." He unstrapped, and took off his helmet. Then, he took off his blindfold. "Good work, Nico."
Nico grinned smugly.
Kyrie took off her own helmet. "So... What are you going to do with it?"
Nico sighed. "As much as I'd love to study it some more, the smart thing would be to keep it locked up until I can destroy it."
Nero nodded. "You're probably right."
"Hold on," Kyrie butted in. "I mean, is it really that dangerous? What has it done besides knock us out and give us dreams?" She turned to Nero. "And... It was a pretty 'sweet dream', don't you think?"
Nero locked eyes with Kyrie, and turned red. "Yeah... It was."
"Wait, hold on, you remember this time?!"
"Hey, we do!" Nero exclaimed.
"Well, shit! What happened?"
Nero glared. "We're not telling you!"
"Please, Nero? For science?"
"The answer's no."
"Damn." Nico turned to the bulb. "Well, if I can figure out how to make you give people wet dreams they'll actually remember, then you might just be worth keeping around after all."
Kyrie giggled. "Just remember to let me know how that goes, Nico."
"Are you kidding? I'll probably tell the whole world! They'll be lining up for a hit from our love bug!" She was smiling wide, until she looked at Nero. "That is, so long as you're okay with it."
"If you're gonna try and start a side business with that thing, just do it far away from us. We don't want that kind of attention." Nero replied.
"But you don't mind if I keep it around? To study it?"
"Hm... Nah." Nero put an arm around Kyrie. "It's not really so bad, just like you said."
"Great!" Nico scooped her equipment. "Alright, you little freak, let's get to know each other!" Then she hurried out of the room.
After a moment of silence, Nero turned to Kyrie. "You know you're beautiful, right?"
Kyrie chuckled. "I... I tend to forget. But you always remind me."
Nero shook his head. "I don't think I say it nearly enough..."
"Dear, you don't need to say it. You show me. With the way you look at me, the way you spoil me." Kyrie took Nero's hand. "You never let me forget how important I am to you."
"Good." Nero nodded. "I'll keep it up." Nero scratched the back of his head. "So you're really gonna try that thing again when Nico makes it work?"
Kyrie sighed. "I would certainly like to. You're capable of incredible things already, Nero, but in that dream, I got to be incredible. It was almost like a transformation." Kyrie giggled. "That, and I got to eat an entire cake by myself without consequences."
Nero chuckled. "That is a pretty sweet deal."
Kyrie leaned on Nero's shoulder. "And you really liked my body like that, didn't you?"
"...Yeah. I did."
Kyrie put her arms around Nero, and squeezed him tight. "Well, I may not be so big anymore, but... Maybe the fun can continue later tonight."
Nero smiled. "I'd like that. As fun as that was, I'll take the real thing over a dream any day."
Kyrie nodded. "I really, really love you, Nero."
"I love you too, Kyrie."
Kyrie leaned up, and kissed Nero on the lips. He reciprocated the gesture in kind, and the couple remained locked together, feeling closer than ever before.