Maul groaned in pain. He had fallen asleep on the couch in a position that made his body ache.
Not hard to do since his accident. Everything made him hurt. Everything except food. He'd begun to find comfort in feeling full of foods he'd enjoyed in moderation.
Just the thought made his stomach rumble and his mouth water as he reached for his phone. He'd order some lunch for delivery and when his brother came home, he'd grab it from the steps. Until then, he would get a quick shower and a fresh pair of pants.
The shower did dull the aching in his body. He sat for a moment in the shower chair, eyes closed soaking in the heat of the water. Once satisfied that he had enough time under the water, he turned it off and made the transition back to his chair.
Standing briefly, Maul gazed towards the mirror. He'd begun noticing recently that his chest had softened into small doughy mounds. And it seemed now they weren't alone. Further down he noted the not so flattering love handles collecting above his towel.
"Adding insult to injury I see," he sighed and sat back in his wheelchair. Had it always creaked like that when he sat down?
After finally finding a pair of pants that fit and a shirt that barely stretched over his softer chest he returned back to the couch to await his food.
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Ben gazed at the pile of takeout on the steps. It was enough to feed a small group. He grabbed all the deliveries and then carefully opened the door. He could hear the low murmur of the television drowned out by what he could only guess was Maul snoring. Maul was asleep in a recliner sprawled out on full display. Savage was right, to a casual acquaintance he would be unrecognizable. His shirt tight across his chest was riding up past the soft dome of flesh that now covered what used to be a hard physique. How he wanted to reach out and press a hand into the exposed flesh. Was it taut? Or would his palms simply sink into it.
Ben was so distracted he failed to realize the snoring had stopped.
"I'd better be having a nightmare and if I'm not you have thirty seconds to leave."
He raised an eyebrow before boldly straddling Maul. The swell of his stomach pressing against his inner thighs.
"And what exactly are you going to do about it? You look like it takes more than that to sit up."
Maul growled in warning. The visible discomfort sending a new sense of urgency to Ben's next move.
"I see. Did you declare that if you can't ride a horse you may as well eat enough to weigh as much as one? Look at this jello you're sporting. That can't help your body at all."
Maul pushed him away and reached for the takeout beside him. He groaned as the effort was halted. Between the pain in his back and the fat resting on his lower half, the food was just out of reach. Ben's face reddened further watching his adversary struggle with such a simple task.
"well don't just stand there gawking Kenobi, grab something for me. Preferably the pizza I don't like it cold."
Without hesitation he grabbed the box of pizza and opened it. A large greasy pie covered in at least a dozen toppings awaited. He grabbed two slices from the box.
"I didn't invite you to eat my food" maul hissed.
Ben took the slices and placed them face to face before shoving them into Maul's mouth.
"if you expect to eat it before it gets cold, you need to double up your portions. And stop talking the less you do that the more pizza you can enjoy."
The two soon got into a rhythm. Maul eagerly chewing the serving he was given and Obi wan, ready with the next bite. At least two thirds of the food had disappeared before Maul began to show visible discomfort.
"Need a moment to digest?" Obi Wan paused as Maul placed a hand on his taut bloated stomach. The other hand stifled belches from the small ministrations relieving pressure.
"Just grab me something to drink and keep going. If I stop now I won't be able to finish." Maul groaned as he reached for the bottle of soda beside him. Usually, he paced his binging through the afternoon. By the time the first few things had digested he'd move on to the remaining and finish with ease. But he wasn't going to admit that to Obi wan. The sooner the food was finished, his rival would leave and he could be left alone to sleep it off.
Obi Wan hesitantly handed him the remainder of the food until he was scraping the last of the tiramisu from its container.
Maul was panting from how stuffed he was. His stomach full and pressing down on his crotch in a way that made him surprisingly aroused.
"are you going to be alright alone? You look like you can barely move," Obi Wan's hands hovered carefully over the other's inflated stomach. So tightly packed with enough food for a week. If this was a regular occurrence, no wonder he's grown so much.
"I'm not going to deny this was impressive but in all honesty I am quite concerned for your well being. I was hoping your brother was exaggerating his concerns and maybe I would have my partner back next season."
"partner?" Maul looked at him skeptically. " I thought you didn't like me?"
"I've been fascinated with you since Day one. Storming into the auditions, black and red face paint on, demanding to fight the strongest warrior and simply running at me with no plan."
Both men realized they were speaking out loud. And went pale.
"I thought you and Princess Satine were...." Maul trailed off. Had he been misreading this relationship.
"we were once." Obi Wan sighed. "But she's very insistent on rules and how we need to be professional."
"She does have quite the stick up her ass doesn't she" maul chuckled. The movement sending pain through his aching middle. "If I laugh again I'm either going to throw up from the movement or burst from the friction."
Obi Wan reddened before smirking.
"well now all this gluttony has you that aroused? Do you like feeling like a beached whale on your couch? Can you even relieve yourself?"
Maul was silent. Why did this situation make him feel this way? Would he feel the same if Obi Wan weren't here? Was he just that pathetic. He tried to make a point and reach for his dick. He whined in pain and frustration. As he sunk back against the couch he gasped feeling firm hands beneath his stomach.
"Relax I am the strongest warrior in the realm for a reason."
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