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Had a silly Gmod session the other week with some real close friends and of course we decided to at least be horny on main for a few seconds. More pudgesona content with the protags because why not? T.atsuya really likes milk.

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for the headcanons thing, whats the most stuffed shuichi's ever been?

Ohhhhh Okay so... I know you asked for headcanons but... I couldn't resist writing a ficlet based on all my ideas. The bullet points flowed too well together so...

A little treat under the cut.

Saihara wasn't much for celebration. Sure he liked acknowledging when something special happened, but it always felt too flashy and overwhelming to celebrate.

However tonight was a rare exception.

After finally completing a major case, (one that had accumulated months of sleepless nights, a couple of car chases and a single undercover gig) he was invited out to celebrate. Akamatsu and Momota had been overjoyed to hear that their favorite best friend/detective had finally finished up with this major case and wanted nothing more than to spend the night treating Saihara. After all, the case had stopped Saihara from joining them to hang out for months now... they definitely had some catching up to do.

Why not indulge a little bit for once? It's not like he did this every time he completed a case, and after all he'd dealt with... he deserved it. At least Akamatsu and Momota believed he did.

The pair decided to take Saihara out to eat wherever he most wanted and to pay his away no matter the price. Of course, Saihara didn't plan on making is friends spend too much on him... they ended up doing that on their own. They ended up going out to a hotpot restaurant and ordering plenty for the table.

He had to admit he was enjoying himself, he took time to savor the food and relish in the company. He always enjoyed going out to eat for events since it gave him ample opportunities to simply listen instead of being forced to talk. Having food in his mouth gave a decent excuse for why he wasn't saying more. Momota and Akamatsu always listened so intently when he did start talking about the case, and how he'd been, but were always just as eager to fill the silence themselves.

The more he ate the more he realized that he'd basically been surviving on microwave meals, coffee and the occasional takeout for what felt like forever. Saihara felt warm inside and out getting to do this.

Many "Saihara-kun! try this!"'s and "Shuichi, c'mon it's not like you get to eat like this every day of the year"'s later Saihara was just about to get up to go to the bathroom when he realized just how absurdly full he was.

His belt dug painfully into his midsection and his face went completely red as his stomach grumbled in protest. As Akamatsu and Momota both looked at him with confusion and a hint of worry, he ignored his angry stomach to hurry out of sight. In the bathroom he caught sight of himself in the mirror and gasped at the sight.

His stomach was pressed up against his button-up, and while it was only just starting to make the buttons pucker it was drum tight under his hand. How hadn't he realize this sooner? Had he really been so caught up in the meal that he didn't notice how full he was getting?

He felt a pang of dread realizing he agreed to get dessert as a part of this celebration, and he already felt guilty at the thought of having Akamatsu and Momota pay for something he wasn't going to eat. Saihara stared at his stomach with a frown, and hoped that maybe he'd be able to fit in just a little bit more if he loosened his belt...

When he returned to the table the first thing he heard was Akamatsu ask if he was alright, her kind eyes and gentle concern making Saihara's heart swell with joy.

"You left pretty suddenly so we were worried," Momota admitted, scratching the back of his neck.

"Ah, I'm sorry about that, I'm alright I promise," Saihara gave a reassuring smile, blushing a bit. He then realized dessert had already been served, and felt himself eyeing it nervously. He looked over and saw that Akamatsu's plate was already clear.

He looked down at the cheesecake he was given and sliced himself off a bite, chewing slowly and having a bit of trouble getting it down, but he had resolved to finish. The dessert felt heavy in his already full stomach, and he ended up tuning out a bit of the world just to focus on finishing. About halfway through he paused to fully swallow and take a sip of water, hesitating before taking another bite.

"Hey man, if you're feeling sick or something really you don't have to finish, we can get a box," Momota asked in a surprising gesture of acknowledgement.

"Yeah, I was feeling pretty full so I packed mine to go," Akamatsu admitted, pulling the box off of her lap, and patting her own tummy. Saihara felt more than a little embarrassed, but as he stared down at the remaining cake he still felt determined to finish.

"Thank you for your concern, but I'm really alright," Saihara smiled, scooping up another forkful and putting it in his mouth to savor the taste.

"That's the spirit!" Momota boomed with a grin, Akamatsu elbowing him in the side. He chuckled nervously before repeating "but ya really can stop when you feel sick. Neither of us cares. We're just happy to finally see you out and about after all that work you've been doin'"

Saihara felt like his face could split he couldn't stop grinning. He gently nudged the conversation forward and they all kept talking as he chipped away at his slice of cake.

As he ate the last bite regret finally sunk in, his stomach felt like it was churning in a desperate attempt to process Saihara's entire meal. He didn't dare look to see what the buttons on his shirt were doing, because he was sure they were tight. He was half tempted to abandon his belt entirely as it squeezed his overfull middle, but he felt indecent doing so.

"I can't believe you actually finished it, nice work sidekick!" Momota cheered, patting his back as they all stood to leave.

"Honestly? I think ... I'm -hic- surprised too..." Saihara admitted, unable to stop himself from hiccuping and letting out a small groan. his hand absentmindedly met his midsection and rubbed it slightly.

"I hope you didn't do all that for our sake... just because we were paying didn't mean you had to eat it all you know," Akamatsu said sheepishly. Saihara could feel himself walking differently to accommodate his full stomach.

"I didn't r-hic-really... I was enjoying everything and I think I got -hic- carried away," he defended. As he walked out of the restaurant he couldn't help but be reminded of all the times Momota had stuffed himself silly and Saihara had to walk him to where he could settle down for a nap. Oh how the tables had turned. Momota and Akamatsu both waited with him until the taxi came to take him home, and both offered to join him if he wanted but he politely refused. He felt less embarrassed finally getting away from their gazes.

When Saihara got home he finally got a good look at his midsection. After kicking off his shoes and sliding out of his tight feeling pants, he unbuttoned his shirt, laid back, and simply marveled at just how round he'd gotten. A slice of cheese cake couldn't have made him bloat THAT much more since he last checked... right? He looked just about as stuffed as he felt, and he doesn't think he's ever eaten this much in his life in one sitting.

He let out a groan as he cupped his swollen tummy. He expected to be curling up in a ball with a stomach ache, but instead he found himself blissed out and enamored. He was surprised he felt so... good.

He felt himself blush as he rubbed his hands along his belly and thought over the events of the evening. He felt loved. Every word of encouragement, every offered bite of food or complement. He felt thankful for Momota and Akamatsu taking him out tonight. He might have been completely stuffed, he might have felt embarrassed but if anything, after all the support his friends gave him he felt full of love... maybe a bit literally.

[too-kinky-to-live]

You doing okay?

I think so anon, thanks for asking 😌

It's a mix of my danga.anro.npa hyper fixation ending and some personal(?) things going on to explain my inactivity...

Despite the former, I still plan on finishing that one fic I said would be done by Christmas

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guess I should also mention that I've been sick the past few days (idk if it's covid or not but I'm vaxxed either way) so my brain has just been completely melted ahsvsjdjev

So yeah I really don't know when I'll finish that fic

[too-kinky-to-live]

I'm aware I said a fic would be ready in time for Christmas... And then new years, but now that that's over it's still not done and I apologize 😔

I've been going through total brain rot lately and there's so many other things going on rn that idk when it will be done

Ig this is just a reminder that I am in fact Not Dead

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Happy Birthday to Hin.ata and HAPPY NEW YEAR! He deserves lots of sweets for his birthday.

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Anonymous Requested: Could you do some chubby Kae.de content? There's really not a lot of it out there.

Hows this for Chubby Aka.matsu? She's a cutie <3

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greetings tummy enjoyers 🦆

here’s a bloated ouma cuz I was feeling indulgent and bored

[paticheri]

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Merry Christmas y’all!! 

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Merry Holiday, have some Hin.ata!

I plan on doing one more of these for new years, since it’s that’s Hin.ata’s birthday as well and I think it will be fitting.

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I’ve gotten a lot of requests for human Ki.ibo so I’m just combining those into this drawing~ I will stand by the idea that human Ki.ibo eats a whole bunch once he’s able to.

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gonna drop a few headcanons I came up with for a pred!kok.ichi and a tiny shui.chi since I can't stop thinking about them,,,

- kok.ichi stole a shrink ray from mi.u's lab (that's conveniently acid resistant) so shu.ichi isn't permanently tiny or anything

- kok.ichi loves swallowing him just for fun, and while shui.chi tries to act annoyed he secretly loves it too

- gremlin boy especially loves licking his tiny bf and tasting his sweet coffee flavor

- for payback, shu.ichi will bump and poke at ko's tummy while he's talking to someone, making him jerk a little (but he'll make up for it with sweet rubs later)

- shu.ichi is an anxious little bean so kok.ichi happily lets him hang out in his warm belly so he can relax (and sometimes they fall asleep like that .3.)

that's all I have and I don't have enough material to actually write a story with this stuff, so I just thought I'd share 💕

[hauntedmilkshake1]

I rise from the ashes with...another fic! Enjoy :D

!PortlyPianist!

"...And then when it got to the final recital I had lost my sheet music literally 10 minutes before the performance, turns out it flew underneath the lid of the piano and if there wasnt a breeze in the auditorium I wouldve never seen it flapping a little off the side and not won the competition! Crazy how stuff goes like that huh" Kaede rambled as she recited many of her crazy piano stories.

Shuichi nodded in response, the sheepish detective wasnt one for intense conversations so it was mainly Kaede doing most of the talking, although shuichi honestly liked that, Kaede had such a warm and soft personality that it felt nice to just sit in silence and chill as she rambled the day away.

Shuichi began to slowly zone out when a familiar rumble was quickly heard

*RUMBLE*

Just to the left of him, Kaedes tummy made quite the noticable grumble.

Kaede immediately went red a little.

"A-ah! Sorry, it's already been a few hours since breakfast and talking kinda brings up my appetite Haha, big girls gotta eat y'know?" Kaede giggled as she placed her plump hands on her tummy.

Truth be told the other thing about Kaede that was "soft" was her figure, being a piano player meant that the only real exercise shed be getting was for her fingers, and even then it felt like nothing just pressing down some keys, along with frequent trips around the world meant all different kinds of food; Kaede was no stranger to being fairy chubby and this whole "academy" had only highlighted her sedentary lifestyle.

Her round face coupled with chipmunk cheeks and plump lips, highlighted with a pronounced double chin.

Her bulky arms and bountiful chest testing the fabric work of her uniform outfit.

Her tummy stacked into rolls as it settled on her lap comfortably.

Her thick tree trunk thighs/legs and plump feet stuffed into leggings and shoes as her skirt didnt fully cover her wide cellulite dimpled butt which quaked and jiggled with each step she to-

"Hey! Earth to shuichi!" Kaede exclaimed snapping her fingers towards the midnight blue detective who up until now was silently gawking at his chubbier friend. To be real the man was very much into big women and Kaede was his closest friend so...I think you see where his feelings lie.

"O-OH! Sorry, kinda zoned out there for a minute there haha" Shuichi stammered as he tried to collect his thoughts.

"Well i was gonna say, I'm gonna go see if theres anything in the cafeteria do you wanna come with?" Kaede asked once again.

"S-sure yeah!" Shuichi replied.

So the two rose from the bench and made their way to the dining hall where their timing was actually pretty great as Kirumi had just finished putting out a bouquet of food out for everyone to chow down on. Pasta, sushi, burgers, pizza, shrimp you name it, it was there.

Kaedes belly gurgled once again as she walked over, grabbed a plate and started filling it up with all kinds of well made foods.

The two found a place to sit near the end of the table as more of the class mates came and went.

"Oh this looks so good, Kirumi always does such a great job with her meals!" Kaede beamed as she started to dig into her pile of food.

Shuichi, not wanting to become distracted over Kaedes body once again tried to keep the interest on her voice.

"S-so any other piano related stories you got under your belt?" Shuichi asked as he slowly bit into some fried chicken.

Kaede looked up from a stir fry she was demolishing and quickly swallowed it.

"Hmmmm...OH there was this one time where I was in France for a concert and-" the next hour was spent with Kaede listing off more and more musical tales as shuichi sat back and listened well, on top of all that Kaede was throwing back plate after plate after plate.

*8 plates later*

"Urrrp...'scuze me...ugh so full..." Kaede groaned as she leaned back in her chair clutching her poor overstuffed tummy. It far more rounded and bulging than before.

Shuichi by this point could barely keep his eyes off of her stretched belly as his hormones were kicking into high gear at this point.

Kaede leaned back more and stretched her arms out, as she did her tummy bulged out even further which caused her ill fitted skirt to finally-

*CREEEEAK* *POP*

Kaede was startled a little as the button on her skirt burst off and flew across the dining hall, thankfully by this point everyone had left and it pretty much just those two in the dining hall but either way it was still somewhat embarrassing.

*ZRRRRT*

Also didnt help her tummy forced her zipper down caused shuichi to see her pink tinted belly out in the open.

Kaede flushed red and tried to tug her shirt down but to no avail.

"O-oh god Shuichi dont look I look like such a pig right now, ugh this always happens i get so caught up and then i overeat and...*gurgle* ugh it still aches..." Kaede clutched her stomach once more and belched loudly.

Shuichi had finally reached a breaking point and did something hed usually be terrified to do.

Shuichi scooted closer to his portly friend and immediately started to rub his slender hands over her tummy and caress it.

"S-shuichi!? What are....you...ooooh" Kaede was startled at first but soon felt at ease with the pressure from her middle lessened by Shuichis sensual rubbing.

"UUURRRRP...ooh that actually feels real nice, sorry for pigging out before there tho" Kaede responded now untucking her tummy fully to let shuichi get a better grip on the whole thing.

"Its fine, you look cute when you eat-" Shuichi exclaimed and then immediately regretted it"

"I-I MEAN YOURE CUTE WHEN YOU TALK ABOUT- I MEAN CUTE IN GENERAL I MEAN UH UHMMM-" Shuichi immediately panicked taking his hands away from Kaede for a moment and regretting all his life choices once again.

Kaede on the other hand started to giggle

"So you like me being chubby Shuichi?" Kaede teased as she grabbed a fold of her flab and jiggled it a little smirking in the process.

"I-I-I-" Shuichi turned bright red immediately.

Kaede giggled once again

"Well I dont mind it too much either, so a big girl like me would appreciate you keep rubbing this tummy of mine" Kaede teased again as shuichi slowly started massaging her gut once more.

It seemed from here on out this would become a much more regular occurrence and neither side was complaining

!fin!

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legend

i wrote this for my good friend @cookiechi, please check them out!

anyhow, this is another oum.asai fic feat. pregame personalities and a nice soft belly. oh yeah and saih.ara is a selkie sndfkjas

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/35598457

Just another day at the pond.

Ouma made it a habit to stop by every week. School was far too stressful for the anxious boy, and he needed a quiet place to himself. Despite its stereotype of being a “50-year old dad” hobby, the small boy found solace in casting his fishing rod into the water and listening to the occasional ripple. He was mostly unsuccessful with his catches, but he didn’t mind. 

Currently, Ouma was stuck sitting under his umbrella, watching the soft rain hit the pond. Rain was a good deterrent for most - so Ouma had the whole pond to himself. His mind drifted off to a common tale people told about the area: that a beautiful mermaid was said to inhabit these waters. Others claimed that an evil siren or similar sea creatures infested the area. To Ouma, though, he found it laughable that so many adults believed such fairy tales. Surely if such a thing existed, people would have seen it by now. 

The small boy stifled a yawn. The rain gently pattered around him in an almost mesmerizing way. Meanwhile, a large shadow steadily crept upon the lure bobbing from the fishing rod. Ouma was suddenly brought out of his stupor to observe the approaching fish. He couldn’t quite identify the species, as it was completely shrouded in the darkness. He felt a strong pressure on the rod and went to pull it back, before being yanked forward instead by the monster of a fish. Ouma had never encountered something so strong, he wasn’t built for something like this… yet he persisted, wanting to see his massive catch. The small boy pulled with all his might, his legs digging into the dirt in an attempt to hold him in place. Supposedly, the fishing rod his dad let him borrow was incredibly durable, but he was terrified of it snapping under the sheer weight of this thing. 

Without warning, the pull let up and threw Ouma onto his back with a harsh thud. He got a brief glimpse at the massive figure above him before it slammed onto him, knocking him out cold. 

A strange, garbled clicking noise made Ouma finally open his eyes. What greeted him was a chubby boy with a mop of dark blue hair, and the most gorgeous golden eyes Ouma had ever seen. Small… fangs were gripping a flopping fish in his mouth, and looking down was a thick ring of fur around his collarbone. Ouma could only blink slowly as he tried to process this weird dream. This was still a dream, right? Or at least, this boy had to be wearing some kind of costume. The fish in his mouth continued to struggle until the taller boy slurped it up in seconds, giving a deep gulp. 

The creature opened its mouth, but all that came out were more clicking sounds. “Wha…?” Ouma muttered with a cough. 

“S-Sorry, I forgot humans can’t understand that, heh…” the taller boy laughed sheepishly, twiddling his clawed fingers together. “Are you okay?”

“You’re… on top of me… can’t feel my legs,” he groaned. The large boy rolled over to the side, allowing Ouma to sit up with a strained look. He took a minute to regain his composure, but immediately lost it once more when he discovered a lack of legs on the other boy. What was this thing? And it could talk? Was he really not dreaming? So many questions swam around in his head, with the blue-haired boy breaking the silence once more. 

“Hey, um, sorry I took your lunch,” he mumbled, gripping the edges of the vast expanse of his belly. “I was really hungry.” 

His fish becoming lost to this boy was the least of his concerns, in Ouma’s opinion. “What are you?” 

The taller boy cocked his head to the side. “I’m a selkie,” he said bluntly, moving his seal-like tail to his side. “And you’re a human, right?” The smaller boy nodded, but he couldn’t believe how unperturbed the other was being. “My name is Saihara Shuichi,” he grinned, extending his hand. Ouma took the slimy, clawed hand in his own and introduced himself. 

“So… Saihara-kun, do you live here?” Nothing wrong with starting a conversation with the taller boy, even if he was a species he previously thought didn’t exist. He didn’t know much about selkies, but he felt confident Saihara wouldn’t try to eat him. 

"I do now, my parents made me move out of the lake because I kept eating all the fish." He looked down to his stomach, rubbing it with an expression Ouma found hard to not have sympathy for. Though to Ouma, it didn’t look like the boy needed more food. Yet, he found himself asking, without thinking…

“Do you want me to catch you more?” 

The selkie wagged his tail. “You’d really do that for me?!” Saihara was bouncing up and down excitedly. The smaller boy probably overestimated his fishing skills. Why would he say something like that, anyway? Saihara’s far from skin and bones, but the softness of his belly looked… nice. He wanted to touch it. Make it even softer. 

“Y-Yeah. Meet me back here tomorrow afternoon, okay?” Ouma smiled. 

The selkie nodded and watched Ouma pick up his umbrella and fishing equipment, dashing off into the woods.

School was such a pain.

How was he supposed to sit through classes after what happened yesterday? Ouma couldn’t stop thinking about the strange boy. He noticed his whole body heated up at the mental image of Saihara and his voluptuous curvature. The purple-haired boy couldn’t think of a time he was ever attracted to anybody, so why was this happening now? And to a boy who wasn’t even human, no less? It was only fitting for a weird kid like himself to be into weird things, he supposed. He got to work thinking of what kind of food to bring Saihara. I should have asked if he’s ever had human food, he thought with a frown. The blue-haired boy would probably like anything he was given. However, in the interest of not making him sick, he settled for plain sugar cookies and tuna sandwiches. Surely a few boxes of each would be enough, right? 

It was not, in fact, enough. 

Ouma was speechless as he watched the selkie hungrily scarf down the sandwiches in absolute bliss. Once again, he was thankful that hardly anyone was around. The two had found a small, empty cave formation nearby.

“Mmph, theesh are amajing,” Saihara grinned, sending the last of the sandwiches down with a powerful gulp. Turns out the taller boy was a stranger to human food, so Ouma had to explain why there were two slabs of wheat confining his fish paste. 

The selkie’s curious eyes darted to the other set of containers next to Ouma. “What’s in there?” 

“These are sugar cookies,” the smaller boy placed the boxes in between them, pulling out one to show. What he didn’t expect was Saihara leaning in to take it from his hand with his mouth. Ouma’s pale complexion immediately turned red. Saihara, meanwhile, casually munched on the cookie as if he didn’t just commit an act that could be interpreted as intimate. The selkie’s tail tip wagged lightly and his smile of genuine ecstasy was too contagious for Ouma. He couldn’t remember a time he ever made someone so happy. 

Saihara licked his lips. “More?” 

“Yes, there’s more,” Ouma chuckled. The selkie was almost like a playful puppy. Lifting up more cookies to Saihara’s mouth, the taller boy gently bit down on Ouma’s hand once more, careful not to hurt him with his fangs. As Saihara consumed more of the treats, Ouma’s eyes lowered to the taller boy’s belly. His large moobs and concave belly button were almost mesmerizing… And his ring of fur was just begging to be petted. Given how laid-back Saihara was, maybe he wouldn’t mind a few rubs…? 

Saihara seemed to notice that this was the last handful of cookies; because once the treats were consumed, the selkie began licking Ouma’s hands of the remaining sugar. There’s no way Saihara was oblivious to his actions, Ouma realized. He was doing this on purpose, wasn’t he?

…But did that mean Saihara returned his feelings? 

A loud, painful gurgle came from Saihara’s stomach not long after. Saihara clutched his tummy and groaned, causing Ouma to rush to his side. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have given you so much food you aren’t used to,” he sighed. 

“It’s okay, I just got carried away, heh…” 

Ouma decided to just… go for it. He placed his hands on Saihara’s plump belly and started to rub gentle circles. The selkie leaned back onto a nearby rock, closing his eyes. Feeling a bit courageous, Ouma let his thumb slide into Saihara’s belly button briefly. He wasn’t sure if it was right for him to advance any farther up… they had only just met, after all. So he restricted himself to smoothing his hands over the selkie’s bulbous form. Now he really was similar to a puppy. Saihara’s tail swished once more and he was panting slightly. 

“Sorry I didn’t catch you any fish today, I’m not great at fishing,” Ouma grinned sheepishly. Saihara gently placed a clawed hand on the smaller boy’s head. “That’s alright, I had a few before you got here,” he punctuated with a hearty belch. “‘Scuse me,” he mumbled. 

Hot… But damn, this guy’s appetite was huge! He hoped he wouldn’t eat the remaining fish in the pond, otherwise he’d lose one of his favorite hobbies. Maybe he could get him to eat more human food once he got used to it. Ouma was brought out of his thoughts when the selkie pulled him into a tight hug, squeezing him against his belly. 

“You’re so nice, Ouma-kun. I’m glad we’re friends.”

Part of Ouma was surprised that he was considered a friend now, but something told him that their previous actions far surpassed that of “friend territory.” His face being pressed into Saihara’s soft tummy was further proof of that. Gripping his love handles, Ouma returned the embrace and nuzzled into him. 

“Um, we are friends, right? I don’t know about human customs, I’m sor-”

“Hush.” 

That was the only word Saihara could make out of the muffled boy, so he left it at that. 

Many weeks went by, with the two regularly meeting up in their usual spot. They took great care in not being spotted by anyone, and Ouma would bring Saihara new foods to try. Ramen, sushi, dumplings, chicken… Saihara effortlessly ate them all. He was, of course, especially fond of sushi. After finishing his meals, Ouma was more than happy to ease his stomach with delicate rubs. 

After finishing today’s meal, Ouma was busy taking care of Saihara’s belly as usual. The taller boy was about to fall asleep again, until he felt Ouma plop onto his stomach. Saihara leaned forward to check on him, but the purple-haired boy merely let out quiet snores. The selkie gave a soft chuckle before petting the human’s mop of hair gently. He could only imagine what school was like for Ouma, and he was deserving of a good rest. Selkies were supposed to be beautiful creatures, but Saihara was always the odd one out among his peers. He was frequently picked on for his weight… but he never imagined he’d meet someone who not only accepted him for his body, but loved it. Even if the smaller boy didn’t say it, it was obvious with how he allowed Saihara’s flirtatious actions. 

The sun was starting to set. He didn’t want the human to go home in the dark… but there was still something he wanted to show the other. Mentally apologizing to Ouma, he slowly shook the boy awake. In response, Ouma mumbled inaudibly and attempted to bury himself deeper into Saihara’s gut. 

The taller boy tried to pry him off. “Ouma-kun, it’s getting late. You should return home before it gets too dark.” 

Ouma rose up and looked at Saihara drowsily, stepping off of the other with a pout. 

“By the way, there’s something I wanna show you.”

The smaller boy was brought out of his tiredness when he saw Saihara’s tail begin to glow. The white shape steadily began to morph into… a pair of human legs? When did he learn to do this? Once the shape was complete, the glow faded and Saihara knelt before Ouma. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about this before. To be honest, we all have this power, but I’ve never felt the need to do it before,” Saihara extended his arm. “I’d love it if you could show me more of your world.” 

Words tried to form in Ouma’s mouth, but his voice box refused to produce sounds. Saihara was certainly passable for a human, except for his protruding fangs and claw-like fingernails. What he would give to be with Saihara all the time… and was this his way of asking Ouma out? He accepted Saihara’s hand in his own with a smile. 

“I’d love to.” 

He began lifting Saihara up on his shaky legs, until he dropped him with an embarrassingly high-pitched scream. 

“W-wait! You’re naked…!” 

Saihara lazily looked down and back up at Ouma, his expression unchanging. “Oh. Guess I am.” 

Ouma, on the other hand, was beet-red once again and scrambled to his backpack, trying to keep himself from staring at Saihara any longer. He usually brought a towel with him in case Saihara decided to splash water on him (something he loved doing, the jerk). It wasn’t terribly big, but they’d have to make do. 

Turning his head the opposite way, he presented the towel to Saihara. “Please p-put this around your waist.” 

Saihara complied with a confused expression, then shivered slightly. “It’s getting colder,” he murmured. 

“I’ll take you to my house, okay? My dad is gone for the weekend.” Ouma took his hand and helped him rise up once more. 

Ouma was immensely thankful no one could see him and a half-naked not-human scurry along in the dark. It took Saihara some time to learn to keep pace with his new legs, and Ouma wished he was strong enough to carry him instead. Ouma’s house was akin to a small shack; but Saihara’s eyes were gleaming with interest nonetheless. They made it upstairs to Ouma’s room, and Saihara plopped himself on his bed with heavy breaths. 

“How *huff* do you humans walk *huff* everywhere?” 

Ouma simply laughed. “We have cars and other vehicles.”

Saihara gave him a puzzled look, expectating an elaboration, but Ouma waved it off promising a lesson on human transportation later on. For now, he tossed aside various clothing items in his closet looking for something Saihara could wear. All the clothes were too small, of course, but that didn’t stop him from having the taller boy try on a white button-up and jeans. Saihara’s belly button jutted out underneath the shirt, and the buttons were threatening to pop off at any minute trying to restrain his girth. That, along with his pants being unable to zip up made Ouma feel like he would burst into flames. 

Before he could risk that happening, he had Saihara change into a T-shirt and sweatpants for the night.

…Which were still too small for him, but alas. They’d have to worry about clothes shopping tomorrow (or not, according to Ouma’s naughty brain). 

Saihara noticed a strange, black bowl-shaped object next to the bed. “What’s this?”

The smaller boy turned to face him. “Oh, that’s just an old hat I used to wear. You’re supposed to put it on your head. You can have it if you want.”

The selkie grasped it with starry eyes, placing it on his head. With the brim covering one of his eyes, he looked too adorable for his own good. “You’re really giving this to me?”

The smaller boy shrugged. “Sure. It looks better on you anyway.” Wait shit I did not mean to say that part out loud-

“Thank you… thank you so much,” Saihara whispered with tears threatening to form in his eyes. 

Ouma gave a soft smile. “Of course.”

He wanted to tell Saihara that he wasn’t supposed to wear it to bed, but the taller boy was already bundled up in his blankets. This boy was going to be the death of him, wasn’t he? Death by cuteness. What a way to go. 

Ouma crawled into bed with him, trying not to think too hard about their current predicament. Saihara remained oblivious and cuddled up next to the boy, careful not to crush him. 

Without warning, Saihara pressed his lips to Ouma’s. The smaller boy’s eyes widened, and he expected his body to cooperate and push the taller boy away. Instead, he leaned into it and wrapped his arms around Saihara’s neck. The selkie pulled away after a few seconds and looked at him with his weirdly innocent eyes. 

“I love you.” 

Ouma couldn’t help but snort. “I think you’re supposed to say that before you initiate a kiss.”

“I am? S-sorry…” Saihara panicked. 

The smaller boy pulled him back into a hug. “I love you too, you dork.”

[chili-kinks]

I can’t believe I forgot to wish you all a Happy Thanksgiving so… Happy Gobble Gobble Day! 🦃🍂

I don’t have a funky stuffedronpa drawing to celebrate but I bring the promised audio from yesterday after my little soda bloat adventure. This was recorded right after I finished and I needed a second to process it all. There’s a lot of burps and some moans in there so… I hope you guys enjoy it 🥺

[chubkichi]

Anyone up for a chubby Ko.kichi this exquisite evening? 👀 Sai.hara is definitely gonna be sore after that last one. 😳🤚