VGB❤

I'm a sucker for male bellies, but like female bellies, too. || she/her || 30 yo || Ace || SFW ONLY

[vgbellylover]

Reminder that commissions are still open! I added a few details, like from now on, if you want a detailed bulge or face imprint, it'll cost extra.

[916gawd-deactivated20190411]

Reblog if you think public libraries are important and should be maintained.

[kismetslut]

i love guys who can never eat a normal amount of food and always end up losing control and making a pig of themselves until they're too stuffed to move <3

[vgbellylover]

A birthday present for my friend @twistedtummies2. I had a lot of fun drawing this, and wanted to try a different way of coloring this time. I think it turned out rather well.

[twistedtummies2]

I hope this isn’t stupid to ask…is it ok to interact with stuffing and vore blogs if you aren’t into it as a kink or fetish? It’s more of a strong interest for me (I enjoy stuffing in more of a fluff context) rather than a kink/fetish. Most blogs for it are kink-related though, and I feel like I’m encroaching on some kind of “sacred space”. Idk.

I don't know about others, but as for myself...as long as you abide by My Seven Commandments, I don't really care if you're into the kinks I'm into or not. Just know what you're getting into. XD

[vgbellylover]

I like wholesome stuffing, too. Kinda sucks that it's kinda rare.

[teal-fiend]

having an attack dog pred. A pred where you can point at someone and be like 🫵 eat them

[teal-fiend]

a pred who's really into 'sleeping off' their prey

After eating someone, they rush home so they can go to bed. Being tucked under the covers, with a cold pillow and a warm belly, its their favourite activity.

Though the pred doesnt mind sleeping in public either. It does make them feel more vulnerable

(though, no one is messing with a pred, certainly not one with a fresh prey tucked away in their stomach. Preds are defensive of their meals, they worry that, unless its already well digested, it can still be taken away)

But they like being outside, sunning, feeling the breeze on their still-wriggling belly.

Thr pred likes to dedicate time to their values, and they value savouring prey and giving their body all the time it needs to digest lunch in a lesuirely fashion

[vgbellylover]

OMG EGGS

You were in the kitchen when you heard the front door open and then close.

"Oi! Hench-human! I brought the two numbskulls, now let's get this party started!"

"'Ey, who you calling a numbskull, you damn stray cat?"

You set a frittata in an iron skillet down on the table. "In the kitchen," you call, turning back to the stove, where you had some eggs-in-a-hole frying.

Grim, your "better half", as he liked to call himself, led two Heartslabyul students into the room. You, Grim, Ace Trappola, and Deuce Spade, your boyfriend, had made a wager. You had told the two of them about an old movie from your world where, in one scene, the protagonist consumed fifty eggs in an hour. Of course, Ace and Deuce had bet each other that they could do it faster. Typical.

Obviously, you had sided with your boyfriend. To make things fair, you had convinced Grim to side with Ace by promising many cans of tuna.

When they entered the kitchen, you realized they were both carrying a dessert; Ace a strawberry roll cake and Deuce a plate of chocolate éclairs. Likely courtesy of Trey. That meant you could cut two items from your menu. You made a mental note to thank him later.

"He insisted we bring something," Deuce explained when you asked. "Said it would be unfair to expect so much from you and not give anything in return."

The two of them glanced around the kitchen when you told them to put the sweets in the fridge. Nearly every surface in the kitchen had food on it.

Ace gaped at you. "You made all this yourself?"

After a moment's debate, you answered. "Yes, but I had to enlist Tsunotaro's help, otherwise I never would have been able to afford this." You turned to your boyfriend. "So you'd better win, because now I owe him."

Swallowing hard, Deuce nodded. His stomach rumbled. Pushing him into a chair, you lean down to brush your fingers across his empty belly. "Well. Let's get you filled up, then." You place the first set of dishes in front of the two competitors: the pesto eggs you had just finished, a soft boiled egg marinated in soy sauce, a slice of cheesy frittata, a breakfast burger with a fried egg and cheese, and a chunk of savory monkey bread. Oh and a stopwatch for each as well.

Deuce sliced off a piece of frittata with his fork as Ace picked up the burger and bit into it, his teeth treating through bread and meat and egg, chewing sloppily before gulping that large bite down. At least your boyfriend had slightly better manners, keeping his mouth closed and clutching a napkin to wipe his face. At least, he tried to mind his manners, he did slip up once or twice.

You knew it wouldn't be long before they were finished, so you turned back to the counter to prepare the next set: a pair of deviled eggs, bacon, egg and cheese rollups, scrambled eggs and steak, breakfast stuffed portabella mushrooms, and a rebel within muffin for each. You clear and replace their plates and watch them dig in again.

Actually, you mostly ignored Ace to focus on your boyfriend. He swallowed his last bite, wiped his mouth, and downed half the glass of water you had placed out, breathing heavily. Holding up his glass, he asked politely for a refill, to which you happily obliged.

UUURRRRRPPPPP!

As you returned, the dark-haired student loosed a sharp, but surprisingly robust belch. Ace laughed, taunting his friend– "You call that a belch? That was pathetic–" and proceeded to upstage your boyfriend.

Your lover sighed. "That's not the point of this contest Ace."

"No, but I bet the Prefect wouldn't mind hearing something more substantial from you. Isn't that right?"

You gave the other student a hard stare. He lost that contest by looking away. It was time for the next round anyway. These plates each contained a bacon breakfast burrito, cloud egg, a slice of crescent breakfast tart, a ham and cheese egg cup, and a serving of corned beef and egg hash. As you sat back down to watch, your eyes wandered down to Deuce's belly. His meal still hadn't begun to show on him. Sigh. How long would it take?

When his third plate was finally empty, Deuce paused, taking a deep breath with a hand resting on his stomach.

A light giggle bubbles up between your lips. "What's the matter? You're not full yet, are you?"

"Of course not," he said, leaning forward as you placed the fourth plate in front of him. This one contained a bacon breakfast taco, a hard-boiled egg, a slice of quiche lorraine, a small bowl of Indian egg curry, and a serving of breakfast casserole. You scoot closer as your boy popped the whole egg into his mouth, cheeks bulging. As he picks up the bowl of curry, your take the opportunity to brush your fingers over Deuce's finally-protruding belly, his shirt beginning to stretch to accommodate his growing form.

"Mmm... You're rounding out nicely," you murmur into his ear. He paused, blushing, a spoonful of curry halfway to his mouth.

He turned back to his food, glaring and muttered a "Quit distracting me" in your direction. You didn't promise anything. You couldn't. Not when he was this adorable. He tore through the taco, practically inhaled the quiche, and licked his plate clean of the casserole. He sighed, taking a drink.

Round five consisted of a homemade crunchwrap supreme, three bagel breakfast sliders, a serving of extra egg and bacon fried rice, a cup of steamed egg custard, and an eggs benedict. Deuce cut into the benedict, stuffing nearly half the stacked muffin into his mouth. You watched as he struggled to chew such a large bite.

GUUULLLP!

Gasping faintly, he loosed another short, but potent belch. He leaned back slightly, rubbing his rounded belly. His shirt stretched tightly across his middle. It was about time. By the Seven, he was so skinny, but it took forever for a big meal to show on him.

He leaned forward again as you continued to rub his belly, quickly chomping down the rest.

Wiping his mouth on his sleeve, he help up his plate. "More, please."

Next up, breakfast pinwheels, a cup of breakfast ramen, pizza eggs, a cheesesteak omelet, and a serving of breakfast nachos. You lay your head on his shoulder as you listen to him chew and swallow, crunching on tortilla chips, and slurping down noodles. What a symphony his hunger made.

You wanted more. So much more. But, you also didn't want him to hurt himself.

Loaded breakfast fries, an egg and avocado hot pocket, a scotch egg, tamagoyaki, and an egg salad sandwich were next. You silently watched as he stuffed another bite that barely fit into his mouth. Sigh.

He never learns from his mistakes, you think to yourself. Smh. You know these two. One braincell between them and usually Ace had it. At least Deuce has the testosterone.

As you continue to rub, you could feel his cute little belly swell further, stretching his shirt tighter against his skin. Such a healthy appetite. If only more of his weight went to his ass.

He stifled another rolling belch. Ace hiccuped and tried to cover it. They glared at each other across the table as you clear their plates to prepare the next batch.

Grim was fuming. "Oi, numbskull, you'd better pick up the pace! I won't let you get in the way of my tuna!"

"Shaddap! I'm tryna' concentrate!"

The eighth plate consisted of Sfenj, a deep-fried egg, and portions of loco moco, doro wat, and huevos rancheros. They dug in again, still forcing dangerously large bites down their throats. You sigh again. Never learn.

You hear Ace snorting through a mouthful, "That all ya got, Loosey-Deucey? I thought you were supposed to be tough, huh?"

"Try chewing, Ace, you’ll need it when you’re choking on my dust." He had egg yolk smudged at the corner of his mouth.

Ace tried to respond, but ended up inhaling bits of what was in his mouth.

You shake your head as he attempts to clear his lungs. "Didn't your mother teach you not to speak when your mouth is full?"

He snorted. "Manners get in the way of victory."

"That won't mean anything if I have to roll you to the infirmary."

Only two rounds left. A portion of smoked salmon scrambled egg, a croque madam for each of them, a small mound of omurice, a tempura-fried chicken egg, and a slice of strawberry jelly roll.

You vaguely register Ace hesitating, pressing a palm into his side, with Grim nagging at him to "Go, go, GO!" as Deuce picked up his madam with one hand and bit into the tempura egg in the other. The runny yolk seeping through his fingers and dripping off his palm to pool on his plate. He alternated, tempura, sandwich, omurice, tempura, even scooping up his salmon scramble with the bread. As he dug into the cake, you notice the buttons on his vest and shirt straining to contain the heft of his gut. Mmm… you want to tackle that glorious testament of rivalry and stubborn refusal to give up.

But you couldn't distract him now, he was so close to winning.

Last, but certainly not least, the rest of dessert: a couple cream puffs, a wedge of French silk pie, a small ramekin of crème brulee, a chocolate éclair, and a glass of chilled eggnog.

Here, you briefly join, not wanting to miss the chance at eating Trey's sweets. The difference in skill was apparent, compared to your amaturish attempts. You'd have to remember to ask for some tips later. It was here that, as you returned to the table with your sampler, your boyfriend's buttons finally gave way, popping open, with one flying across to hit Ace in the forehead. You fail to conceal a snort as your "other half" rolls around on the tabletop, cackling like the gremlin he is.

"Pfft! You're gonna get it from Trey, now!" Ace's breath came short, panting. Sweat trickled down his neck to disappear into his loosened collar.

You didn't miss the flash of relief that crossed Deuce's face. "Whatever. At least I know how to sew."

"Shut up, both of you. Let's finish this already."

Deuce pushed on, but Ace faltered, his stomach loosing a sickly sounding gurgle, cheeks ballooning outward, as he pressed a fist to his lips.

"Hey, if you puke, that's an automatic DQ. And I don’t wanna have to clean that up."

The rival nodded. "Jus..needa…minute…"

Taking advantage of the lull, your boyfriend shoved the last cream puff into his mouth and scraped clean the dish of crème brulee, reaching for the glass of eggnog. He took a couple deep breaths, then raised it to his lips and began to chug. A bit dribbled out of the corner of his mouth. Without thinking, you lean forward, licking it up. Deuce didn't flinch. At long last, he pulled the cup away, slammed it down on the table, and let fly a belch so full and glorious you felt your face heat up.

"Done!" he exclaimed, panting, letting his head fall back against the chair.

Ace slumped in his chair. He only had a few bites left. "Damnit!"

Grim was in a similar state of disappointment. "Gyan! My tuna…"

You did remind him that you still owe him a few cans for supporting Ace.

"That's not the saaammme!"

Helping the winner to his feet, you cautiously start leading him towards the staircase. "Maybe next time you'll be a better cheerleader, then."

As you pass, Ace appealed to you. "I don't think I'll make it back like this," he said. "You mind if I crash on your couch?"

"That's fine with me, but we have an actual guest room, now. You're welcome to use that instead."

He flashed a grateful smile. "Thanks." He hesitated as you take a few steps beyond him. "You're not gonna come back for me, are you?"  

"Sorry, Ace," you call over your shoulder. "Assistance is for champions."

"Tch. Next time, we're doing cherries."

  🥚🥚🥚🥚🥚

You lead your champion to bed for some much-needed TLC, completely missing the horned shadow lurking just outside your kitchen window. Slitted emerald eyes, glowing in the midst of gnarled tree branches and thick ivy, crinkled with amusement. Humans had such…peculiar ideas regarding entertainment. The three of you certainly seemed to enjoy yourselves, however. He couldn't deny the pang of envy that twisted in his chest. He had always been taught that the noble couldn't ever be seen as crass.

You did owe him a favor, though. Perhaps he could use it for his own private feast made by your hands. The more he thought about it, the more the idea appealed to him. He knew you wouldn't judge him. By the Seven, you might even encourage him. The thought delighted him.

Yes. He would do that.

Perhaps, in time, he would ask for a place in the competition.

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A/N: My first TWST piece. Thanks to my friend @twistedtummies2 for proofreading it for me. Inspired by a convo they had with someone else, idr who. Also, meant to post this like, two weeks ago...

[vgbellylover]

Victory Feast (Fire Emblem Heroes Stuffing)

WARNING! Contains crackships, stuffing, burping, vore, and one instance of the f bomb. If you're not interested in that, find something else to read. I don't want to see any bitching about it.

When Byleth Eisner first arrived in the Kingdom of Asker, she never would have expected to meet so many myths and legends, let alone score a date with one. The Radiant Hero Ike had been one of the first to accept her for who she was. Over the course of about two months, she found she enjoyed his company. She also realized he reminded her of her father. That may have been part of why she was attracted to him.

When she first saw him in person, he was in the middle of a weekly event where he crossed swords with any fighter who wanted to try their hand against him. When the Asker royal siblings had pointed him out, she had been instantly enamored by the powerful grace he seemed to wield.

He had just finished a skirmish against a young man with bright red hair and blue armor, helping his opponent up and offering a few words of advice before clapping the warrior on the shoulder as he turned to leave. The hero then turned to the spectators, asking if anyone else wanted a shot. Byleth had immediately volunteered. She didn't want to pass up an opportunity like this. The legend looked slightly amused as she approached him. He asked her name and she gave it.

"Another one?"

"Excuse me?"

The Hero turned to a section of spectators, opening his mouth to address one, but his eyes stopped on a pair standing at the railing. She recognized Lady Rhea immediately, but the man standing next to her... He was about her age and his hair and clothes were so unnervingly similar to hers that she wasn't sure what to make of it.

"Who's that?"

The legend turned back to her, one eyebrow cocked. "You." He shrugged. "In a way. I can introduce you after our spat."

She looked back at him. Right. She wanted to spar with him. She produced her weapon, stepped back several places, and assumed a battle stance. Ike didn't. He was eying her sword. He glanced again at the archbishop and the young man with the disturbing resemblance to her.

Byleth's combat instincts reasserted themselves at that point. Her opponent was distracted, now was her chance to get at least one hit in. She segmented her blade, whipping it towards the legend. He must have heard it whistling. With astonishing speed, he returned his attention to her, seized the cord that held the segments of her weapon together, and yanked it back, hard. The hilt was ripped from her hands and she stumbled forward, crashing to the ground. She hadn't been disarmed since she was a child.

I shouldn't have expected anything less, she thought, looking back up at her doppelganger. He had his eyes closed and was shaking his head. He must have tried something similar.

She hadn't noticed the Radiant Hero approach her. He gripped her by her cloaked shoulder and hauled her to her feet. "The ground is far from the best place to end up in a fight."

She glared at him. "I know that," she snapped. A resplendent smile crossed his face and she felt her breath catch in her throat. Moving past him, she went to retrieve her blade. How long had it been since she'd seen such a genuine smile? Her body felt hot and she touched her cheek. Was she... blushing? That was new. She shook her head, trying to clear it. Now wasn't the time to explore new emotions.

Turning back to her opponent, who was still grinning, she resumed her battle stance. Ike's expression didn't change, but he sidestepped back to the center of the arena, brandishing his sword.

"Well," he said, lifting his sword. "Shall we get started?"

The professor learned a lot from crossing blades with the Radiant Hero Ike. Their bout had ended with her on the ground, again, at sword point, looking up at him. When was the last time she had lost? She couldn't remember. After helping her up, he explained what she did wrong. She studied his features as he spoke. They were so clear-cut and handsome, she couldn't imagine why he was still single. He could probably have anyone he wanted. As she resisted the urge to reach up and trace his strong jaw, his stomach produced a rumble loud enough that she actually jumped back slightly. That made her giggle for some reason. The crowd echoed her laughter.

"You must be hungry."

He looked at her, embarrassed and annoyed. "Ya think? I've been at this for hours, of course, I'm hungry." He resheathed his sword and placed a hand on his grumbling belly, looking her up and down. "Why don't you eat with us?"

"Us?"

"Me and my mercenaries. You grew up one, so you might be more comfortable with us. My sister's about your age, maybe you'll get along."

She agreed as they exited the arena. "I should probably warn you though; my appetite is extensive. I can out-eat the biggest men in the Fodlan army."

Ike just laughed. "Sounds like my kinda woman."

She stopped and stared. His… kind of woman? She felt blood rush to her face again. What was this feeling? She wasn't sure. But she followed him to his apartments anyway, where he removed his armor and stacked it on a chair. They stopped by the library to half convince, half drag his tactician, Soren, out with them. 

The cafeteria, as usual, was busy. The Greil Mercenaries had ordered a couple dozen dishes to share. Luckily, there were three empty seats at the end of the table. Ike took the one in the center, with Soren on his right and Byleth to his left.

"Brother! There you are. We were wondering when you were gonna show."

"Sorry, I had to drag this one away from his books again," he apologized, jabbing a finger at Soren while reaching for the last half of an extra large meat lover's pizza, one of his favorites.

Byleth nudged him. "Would you be willing to share that? I want to try."

"Mmm? Sthure," the hero said around a mouthful of food, plopping two slices onto her plate.

"Ike, don't talk with your mouth full," his lieutenant chided. He smiled at her but didn't respond.

The professor struggled to focus on her own meal, as the hero beside her was a constant distraction. Every time he stifled a belch, licked his lips, or asked for the remnants of a dish to be passed, drew her attention. He would always ask the rest, including her, if they wanted any of what was left. She politely declined, wanting to see him finish everything off himself.

When he pushed his chair back, stretching out a bit, and folding his hands over his distended gut, she was a little disappointed he wasn't bigger. However, the more she thought about it, the more she found the curve of the glutted organ beneath his clothes attractive. She was in the process of thinking up a way to get him to eat more when her fantasies were answered for her.

As it turns out, the Kingdom of Asker, and by extension, the Order of Heroes, discouraged food waste. Early on, the kitchen staff had taken note of the Radiant Hero's immense appetite and had offered him a deal: he could decide a day's worth of meals during the week in exchange for helping dispose of leftovers that weren't consumed in the last seven days.

To Byleth's delight, that day was today. In addition to the several dozen heroes asking him to finish what they couldn't, he also polished off an assortment of serving dishes that the kitchen and serving staff brought him. She watched in fascination as his stomach doubled, then tripled, in size. Every once in a while, he would pause to massage the mound of flesh in his lap, or others would do it for him if they asked.

Byleth's fingers twitched to sink into his exposed, swollen midriff. It looked so round and heavy. The curvature was a stark contrast to the rest of his thickly muscled frame, but for some reason, the combination worked on him. It gave him an undeniable sense of power and stability, like an impenetrable castle wall topped with devastating war machines; terrifying to an opposing force, but a sign of comfort and security to those under its protection.

She glanced up at him. He was watching her, chin propped up on his fist, with a slightly bemused expression on his face. "You've been staring for a while now, you know that?"

Her cheeks went hot again and she quickly dropped her eyes to her empty plate. "Sorry…" Gods... An image of him holding his full stomach was etched into the back of her eyelids and she saw it every time she closed her eyes.

"I mean, I don't mind, it's just..." the hero trailed off, unable to find the right words.

Soren finished for him, "You seem oddly enamored by Ike's appetite."

The professor gaped at him briefly, before her eyes trailed back to the Hero's hefty belly. He had just downed his umpteenth tankard of ale to wash down his massive meal, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. As he set the flagon down, the strain could be heard building inside him. His bowels burbled and creaked as the pressure climbed through his guts. But then, his face contorted in pain as it seemed to get stuck.

"Are you okay?" she asked, moving to try and help relieve his discomfort, but he held up a finger. She sat back and he pressed his fingers into his flesh. After a bit of probing, his cheeks ballooned outward briefly and what followed were some of the raunchiest and most obscene eructations Byleth had ever heard in her life. Some were deep, seeming to come from the very pit of his belly:

“HHHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRR- BRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRP!!!! "

There were those that were short and heavy:

“UUUUUUUUUUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRP!”

“HHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEEUUUUUU-AAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUURRLP!”

“GRUUUUUUUUUUOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRUUUUURRP!!”

And, of course, the ones powerful enough to rattle the dishes halfway down the table:

"BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRP!!"

It was that last one that made her body feel hot, especially a particular area in her lower torso. "....Ffffuuuckk...." she breathed as the mercenaries around her laughed and congratulated and cheered. Ike had slumped back in his chair, panting heavily and smacking his gut with a look of immense satisfaction on his face. It gave a satisfyingly ripe thmp sound with each contact. He caught her gaze again and she quickly looked away.

"You think she liked that?" she heard him ask his tactician.

"It would seem so," the mage replied.

She sprang to her feet, glaring down at the two of them. "Shut up!" she nearly shouted with uncharacteristic heat– "What do either of you know?" before fleeing the cafeteria.

By the Creator, what had gotten into her? She sprinted through the halls back to her room where she locked the door behind her and slid to the ground with her back to the wood. The Radiant Hero Ike was all she could think about. Why? Why did she feel this way?

I think it's pretty clear you like this guy, her friend said.

"Oh you be quiet," she said absently, trying to ignore the sense of smug amusement.

She spent pretty much the rest of the afternoon in her room, trying to sort out her feelings regarding the Radiant Hero. He was good-looking, that was certain. But, what was it about his appetite that appealed to her? Watching him eat turned her on, she knew that much, but why? Was it because he didn't seem to care what others thought while stuffing his face? Was it the look of proud satisfaction at his own gluttony? Was it simply because the shape of his swollen gut was aesthetically pleasing? The image of him holding his fat belly appeared in her mind again. Gods, why was that so hot...

Before she knew it, she had fallen asleep.

She opened her eyes to near-complete darkness, curled up in the fetal position, bouncing gently. Was she... in some kind of sack? Feeling around, she discovered the walls were slimy and pulsating. The sound of a beating... drum?... echoed around her. Was she being kidnapped? Panicking, she began to struggle violently, trying to break free.

Her captor stopped and she felt something pressing at her from below. "Oi," a familiar voice said. "Settle down in there."

A wave of relief washed over her. "Ike! Thank the Creator! What's going on? Where am I?"

The hero was silent for a long moment. "You're... in my stomach."

Byleth froze. She couldn't have heard that right. "W-what do you mean?"

"What do you mean 'what do I mean'? First, you come to me, practically begging me to swallow you, going on about how badly you wanna be a part of me, now you act like you don't know what's going on?"

She... couldn't answer that. She was too busy wondering if she should be horrified by the situation she was in, or aroused by the intimacy of it. Pressing her cheek to his stomach wall, she closed her eyes, listening to what she now knew to be his heartbeat. It was so steady. And calming.

She was too preoccupied with her fantasies to register the impossibility of the situation. At least, not immediately.

He couldn't possibly swallow her. Sure his stomach could hold her, she's seen how massive he could get. But even though he had a big mouth, it wasn't big enough to fit her. And she'd never heard of a spell that could shrink people. Not that she was very knowledgeable in that area. She had to be dreaming.

But she didn't have time to worry about that right now. 

Ike began walking again. She could tell by his movements that he was cradling his belly.

"What now?"

"I'm gonna work out for a bit, then get something to eat."

"You already ate me, though."

"But I'm not gonna digest you. You owe me for this, don't think I'm gonna let you off the hook that easily."

"So you'll let me out? How?"

"I figure I'll just have Soren psychic you out. You were pretty difficult to get down, so I don't think I'm gonna burp you back up."

The professor flushed. She wasn't sure she wanted others to know she was developing an obsession with the Hero's belly.

I suppose there's no help for it, she thought. She had expected a snarky reply, but none came. Her friend must be sleeping. Which was fine, Byleth wasn't in the mood to deal with her right now.

As Ike made his way to the training arena, just about everyone he encountered commented on his massive gut. Some even jabbed their fingers into his flesh, and her by extension. She had to bite her knuckle to keep from moaning audibly.

Ike's typical response to their digs was, "Oh, you know me. I can't turn down good food." Then he would give his paunch a harsh smack, roughly jostling her around. Even that turned her on.

She had to get used to it, though, as it would happen to her throughout her captor's training session. It wasn't hard to tell he was struggling while carrying so much extra weight, but he always managed to pull through. As expected from such a legend.

On his way back to his quarters, he stopped by the kitchens to tell them he'd be taking his lunch in his rooms. They agreed and Ike left. After stripping off his armor, he collapsed onto his couch, his gut bouncing and jiggling. "Man, you're heavier than you look."

That irritated her. "There a problem with that?"

The hero laughed– "Nah, it's just extra training–" then muttered under his breath, "Sure were filling, though."

She punched him. That only made him belch, his stomach walls vibrating around her. That was hot. "Do that again," she breathed.

"Hmm? What was that? You want me to burp more?"

"Yes..."

He laughed again, patting her back through his flesh. "Wait just a bit longer. I'll be belching uncontrollably soon enough."

As if on cue, there was a knock at his door. "It's open," he called. His little sister rolled a cart absolutely laden with food into the room. "Ah, Mist. Bring that over here, if you would."

She did, quickly setting the dishes on the table in front of her brother, and asked if she could feel his belly. She was told she could and Byleth felt a light touch near her shoulder. Ike told her to leave the cart, he'd bring the dishes back later. 

She left and Ike smacked the mound of flesh in his lap. "Well, I hope you're ready for this," and dug in, gulping down large bites and greedily chugging anything that was a liquid. Byleth shifted inside him, hoping to keep as much of his meal out of her hair as she could.

She only wished she could watch as he stuffed his face, giving him the belly rubs he deserved. She realized she didn't even know what his belly felt like. Not from the outside, anyway. She was acutely aware of what it was like from the inside. Dark. Damp. Tight. But also warm and... comforting? Pretty sexy, too. 

She thought back to his post-stuffing roundness. She regretted not asking if she could rub his belly. How big had she even made him? How big would he be if he digested her? She wouldn't mind blanketing his glorious abs or plumping up his deliciously firm ass. Her body quivered at the thought.

Ike's voice and a deep belch broke her out of her reverie. "Hey. -UURRRP- You doing okay in there? You're being awfully quiet."

"Oh, yeah. Just thinking, that's all." At this point, his stomach was more than half full with masticated food and drink, all sloshing against her.

He gulped down another tankard of ale and belched again. "Yeah? About what?"

Byleth hesitated. "I... was just wondering where I would end up... if you... actually happened to digest me."

Laughing, he rubbed the peak of his swollen gut, about where the top of her head should be. "And where would you want to end up?"

"I don't know. I'm torn between fattening your belly and padding that ass of yours."

"Maybe next time."

She noticed he had stopped eating. "Next time? You would swallow me again?"

"Sure, being so full feels pretty good."

She was about to respond when he shifted in order to lay down, tossing her against his stomach walls. "Hey!"

"Oof, sorry."

"Are you done, then?"

"Hmm? I already ate everything that was brought here, if that's what you're asking," he said, then muttered, "Dear Yune, I'm huge now..."

Byleth felt her insides twist and flutter at those words. She shifted so she was facing the direction his voice came from and pressed her hands and forehead into his flesh. "I like huge..."

She felt him press back. "Is that part of why you wanted me to swallow you?"

"Yes," she said after a moment. "But I wish I could see just how big I made you..."

"Well, I don't know what to tell you, but I'm tired. I think I'll sleep now."

"Wait, shouldn't you let me out first?"

He traced the curve of his belly with his fingertips, which was at Byleth's back. "Relax. I won't digest a beautiful badass like you. Don't you trust me?"

"Well, yes, but..." She hesitated, feeling his muscles writhe and contract around her. She shook her head. "Nevermind. Sweet dreams."

To Byleth's surprise, Ike was right. When she woke up the next morning, she was completely fine, but the Hero's stomach was empty otherwise. She noticed the pressure surrounding her was heavier. The padding seemed thicker. Must be the result of the Radiant Hero's massive meal.

Judging from the rhythm of his breathing and heartbeat, he was still asleep. She gently pressed out against him. He stirred, stretched, and sat up. "Guh... 'morning..."

"You're not much of a 'morning person', are you?"

"No, not really." He heaved a heavy sigh. "Soren should be here soon. Then you can make good on your promise to feed me like the pig I am."

Her breath caught in her throat and her chest tightened. Was that what their deal had been? Whose idea had it been? Hers? That would make sense, though she couldn't decide if feeling him get harder or softer would be more arousing...

Someone knocked on the door, then opened it before Ike could answer. That must be Soren. The hero didn't even say anything before she was sitting on the floor in front of him, still covered in gastric gunk.

"Welcome back," he said, grinning. "Looks like you're gonna wanna shower before we get going, huh?" He stood up and began loading his empty dishes back on the cart. "You left a change of clothes in my bedroom."

She could only nod and head in that direction.

"I always knew you were a fatass," she heard Soren say. "But I never expected you to swallow a person."

"It was her idea."

She could practically hear the tactician rolling his eyes but didn't catch the rest of their conversation, the running water drowning out their voices. She was in the midst of scrubbing her hair when there was a knock at the door. It was Ike.

"I'm heading to the mess hall. I'll wait for you there."

"Oh, okay."

As much as she wanted to stay under the hot water, her body was eager to fulfill her promise to Ike. She wanted to see and feel his body expand, he always looked so happy when he was eating. His belly always sounded happy, too. She couldn't wait to hear it up close.

Her own belly grumbled as she stepped out of the shower. It had been a day or two since she'd eaten, but she was sure Ike would be willing to share. She quickly pulled on her clothes and boots and made her way to the canteen.

She made an... odd observation on the way. The halls of the castle were unusually empty and the windows exuded a pale radiance that obscured the outside world. She shook her head. She didn't have time to worry about that. Ike was waiting for her. Ike and his unexpectedly sensual appetite.

She practically burst through the cafeteria doors and was greeted by the sight of the Radiant Hero sitting at the head of a banquet table groaning under the weight of how many dishes were on it, many of which were steaming hot.

"There you are," he called. He had taken his shirt off to show off his muscles. Holding out his hand, he ushered her closer. "What are you waiting for? Come over here."

Briefly, she broke off staring at his abs to reach for his outstretched hand, gasping as he took her by the wrist and pulled her into his lap, holding her tightly against him. She couldn't help but feel him up a bit, especially not since his thick body was literally at her fingertips.

As she explored his bare skin, his arms tightened around her. She coiled her arms around his neck as he buried his face in her hair.

She would have remained that way longer had the Hero's stomach not decided to remind them of why they were there.

"As much as I enjoy holding you," the legend said, "I'm starving."

"Uh, right." The professor turned to the table. It seems the hero had been snacking while he waited; a half-sliced loaf of bread on his plate, which was surrounded by several open jars of jam, honey, and nut butters. "I see you started without me," she said, looking back over her shoulder with narrowed eyes.

He gave her a sheepish grin. "Sorry, I was hungry."

"I hope you're still hungry. We had a deal, you know."

The Hero's expression went from embarrassed to cocky in a split second. "Of course, I am, who do you think you're talking to?"

She placed a hand on his pale stomach, tracing his toned abs. "Well, I can pretty much guarantee you won't be once I'm through with you."

"What are you waiting for, then?"

She smiled and turned back to the massive feast, still rubbing his gurgling belly. As she was trying to decide where to start, her eyes fell upon a plate with heaps of still-sizzling bacon. That, combined with the remnants of the Hero's snacking, reminded her of something Claude had made during class one day that had earned him a detention.

She cut a loaf of bread in half, emptied the contents of a jar of peanut butter onto one half, and grape jam onto the other, then piled it high with bacon. She turned back to him– "Open up–" and the sandwich quickly disappeared into the Hero's gullet. 

One down, 99 left to go. The table emptied at a rapid pace; everything from smoked brisket, spare ribs, and hamburgers to green beans with bacon and onion, mashed potatoes with gravy, and pasta salad to cakes, pastries, and fudge made their way into Ike's swelling abdomen. He insisted she eat some, too, as her stomach was being very vocal.

She certainly didn't mind being hand-fed or having her belly rubbed by such a heartthrob. In fact, she greatly enjoyed it. He even managed to coax a few well-rounded burps out of her.

Pushing his hands away, she turned her back to the legend. "Stop, I'm supposed to be the one pleasuring you, remember?"

As she bent over, reaching for the next dish, she felt his fingers curl around her buttocks. "Oh, trust me, you are. I'm so stuffed my arousal will probably last several days."

She turned back to him, touching the hand on her rump. Her body was heating up. She unconsciously began twisting a lock of hair around her finger. "So... maybe later we could..." She trailed off, looking back over her shoulder, taking in his vast rotundness. "You know..."

He gave her a knowing smile, trailing his fingers up her back and under her shirt. "Is that what you want?" He asked and she nodded, perhaps a bit too enthusiastically. "Heh, eager are we?"

"Can you blame me?"

"I guess not." He rested both hands on his massive belly. "But we're not quite done here, are we?"

An image of the hero submerged in fat rolls popped into her mind. She shook her head. No, that wasn't what she wanted. Sure, she wanted him big, but that was a bit too... extreme for her tastes. "No, we're not."

Despite her attempts to convince herself of how she wanted things to play out, she noticed that every time she turned her back to him, his body seemed to soften, until what was before her was almost an exact replica of what her imagination had cooked up.

There was only about a quarter of the feast left. The professor tried not to let her disappointment show as she climbed into the Hero's spreading girth. She decided that the one upside to Ike's current state was that she could practically drown in him now.

This is nice I suppose, she thought to herself. Though I do miss his muscles...

In an instant, the legend's soft, pudgy body was replaced with one consisting of hardened sinew. She jerked back. She didn't want this either, but at least she was comfortable before.

"What's wrong?" her date asked.

"Let me go!" She was immediately released. "What happened?" she demanded.

The hero seemed genuinely confused. "Isn't... this what you wanted?"

"I liked you with a gut. Why else would I put so much effort into stuffing you senseless?"

He reverted back into a formless blob. "So this is what you want?"

"No!"

He stared at her. "So... you don't like my muscles, but you don't want me fat either?"

"I want both!" She nearly shouted, closing her eyes and picturing him with a big, fat belly on a slightly thicker frame. When she opened them again, that's what was waiting. Even his abs were visible, despite his stomach's size.

That was more like it.

She mounted him again, nuzzling his neck and chest. She knew they still weren't done, but she felt he owed her for not turning out how she wanted. He didn't seem to mind. More than that, he encouraged her to touch him, at times guiding her hands. He moaned at her touch and weight, belching in her face several times.

When Byleth had her fill of the Hero's pudge, she went back to making the most of his appetite. He was big enough now that the last two dozen dishes didn't show, but left him with a belly so tight there was virtually no give when she touched him.

"Perfect," she muttered to herself.

Ike didn't respond but held her close, the sounds of his digestion filling both their ears.

When the professor opened her eyes again, she was lying in her bed, staring up at her ceiling–

Rap, rap, rap.

–and someone was at her door. She lazily sat up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. "Who is it?"

There was a moment of silence. "... It's Byleth."

It was clearly a man's voice, so it must be her "twin." She quickly dressed and opened the door.

"I thought you'd want to know, breakfast is almost over."

She gave him a curt nod, which he returned before leaving. She watched him for a moment, then headed to the mess hall.

As she stood in line, gut rumbling, she absently rubbed at it while she contemplated her... actually she wasn't sure what to call it. It couldn't have been a dream, it was too real. But at the same time, some of the things that happened… they didn't happen in real life.

Right? Her skin still tingled with sensations. What did it mean?

She glanced around the mess hall, looking for him. The more she thought about it, the more the idea of being surrounded by him, being a part of him, adding to his strength... It made her feel hot and cold at the same time.

Deciding against sitting near her crush, she loaded up her tray with crepes, chicken and waffles, a parfait or two, ham, eggs, bacon and croissants, not to mention smoothies and coffee. Her stomach gurgled quietly.

She needed time to work this out.

She was flagged down by Marth, the Hero-King, and others from his world. They made idle small talk until one asked which house she taught; one of the few subjects that could really get her talking. The great hero was an excellent listener, asking questions and offering some advice.

The professor caught Ike watching her, but she did her best to avoid his eyes. It was difficult and it didn't evade Marth's notice.

He followed her gaze. "Tell me," he said, a teasing grin on his face. "How hard have you fallen for him?"

She stared at him, a deep flush creeping into her face. "How did you...?"

"I've encountered many kinds of people during my travels. I do my best in learning how to read others, especially those as complex as you Eisners."

"You... think we're complex?" she asked, blinking.

"You're certainly harder to read than most. Besides, you're not the first person to develop feelings for the Radiant Hero. Hell, I'd probably have gone after him myself if I wasn't already engaged."

She stared at him, slowly processing what he had just said. He also seemed to realize the implications of his words, as his face slowly flushed. Unable to help herself, she laughed at his flustered reaction.

"That... didn't come out quite the way I'd intended."

Her eyes wandered back to her crush. He was cradling his rounded belly while Soren ignored his taunting.

Turning back to the Hero King, she asked, "Do you know what his favorite food is?"

"Pepper steak and spicy ribs."

As they finished their meal, Marth helped her formulate a plan to win over the Hero. It was rather simple: feed him plenty and invite him to participate in a couple tournaments. Throw in a few good belly rubs and he should be very open to a relationship with her. The first part would be fairly easy, considering the Hero's obvious love of good food, and the Asker siblings should be able to help with the tournament part. Getting him comfortable enough around her to not resist her touch might be a bit harder, but she was certain she could manage.

Now all she had to do was work up the courage to ask him out.

The day she did, Camilla had finally managed to drag the summoner Kiana out of her cave and was trying to convince her to eat something. The professor was sitting across from Ike, between Marth and Princess Corrin. The Radiant Hero had just finished a plate of deep-fried fish, six sliders, steak fries, and a pair of roasted turkey drumsticks, his stomach's evident bulge a testament to how much he'd already eaten. Byleth struggled not to stare.

Encouraging her to eat more, the legend was relentless in his teasing. He was right though, the summoner could certainly stand to put on a few kilograms, she was so tiny. One could almost mistake her for a child. She reminded the professor of Lysithea in a way. Byleth absently wondered if they would be friends if they knew each other.

She was, of course, interrupted. Once again, Ike belched loud enough to rattle the empty plates on the table, and all thoughts not pertaining to the Hero's appetite were swept from her mind. Gods, that was beautiful, he sounded so satisfied. She was about to comment when Marth expressed his distaste. She considered countering with one of her own, but the princess Corrin spoke up, saying she thought it was sexy.

Byleth resumed staring. Catching his eye, she extended her fist towards him. It was something she'd seen some of the younger heroes do, and she hoped Ike would understand what she was doing. To her relief, he completed the gesture, smiling.

Her attention was split between her own meal, which consisted of spicy beef curry, fried rice cakes, a bacon tofu wrap, vegetable tempura, a couple egg rolls, and some fruit dumplings, and the Radiant Hero's while he argued with the Summoner and the Hero-King.

She had just bitten into one of her fruit-sauce-dipped egg rolls when she noticed the chair to Ike's right had been vacated. She quickly pushed her tray into the spot and hurried around the table to take Soren's empty place, threading her arm through his and laying her head on his shoulder.

He briefly smiled at her, patting her hand and turning back to Kiana, trying to get her to eat more.

Munching through the rest of her meal, Byleth pulled up the hem of Ike's shirt and pressed her hand into his distended flesh. It was warm and supple, and it churned softly beneath her fingertips. The more she stared, the more she wanted him to stuff his face, and the more she wanted to take part in his gluttony; for him to get bigger for her, because of her, and she wanted him all to herself.

She watched the legend refill his plate again, filtering out Marth's irritated remark about the Hero's appetite, feeling his stomach stretch with every swallow. She moved her hand closer to his navel.

Looking up at him just as he turned back to her, she told him what she thought of his appetite, despite her nervousness. He grinned at her, reaching down to finger her navel a bit, saying he thought hers was cute, too.

Flushing slightly, she glanced down at her stomach. She hadn't realized just how much she had eaten until then. The curve of her belly obscured her upper thighs and had pushed up her shirt until it was resting just below her breasts. She glanced back at him. His expression was amused.

Squeezing his bulging muscles slightly, she closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and voiced her question. He had a few questions of his own, but when he agreed to go out with her, she was suddenly glad she was sitting down. She probably would have collapsed otherwise.

When the hero and Princess Camilla decided that the summoner was done eating, they apparently decided they were done, too. They returned their dirty dishes to the kitchen and left the mess hall. As they headed back to the residence wing of the palace, Byleth slipped her hand into Ike's. Hers were so small compared to his. She wasn't sure why she noticed that, of all things, but as they walked, she wondered how it would feel if he were to press those large hands into her swollen stomach.

Sooner than she wanted, they were standing in front of the door to her room. They stood, staring at each other for several moments, as the professor twirled a lock of hair around her finger. She took a hesitant step towards him and raised up on her tiptoes to plant a quick kiss on the Hero's cheek. Then, she quickly retreated to the safety of her quarters, leaving the hero stunned and confused.

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For the next week, Byleth spent as much time as she possibly could with Ike. He never expected he would feel this way about a woman, and yet, here he was, actually looking forward to spending time with the Proven Professor.

Maybe it was her appetite, he could definitely get along with anyone whose gluttony matched his own. Maybe it was her strength, facing someone with that kind of skill and power always got his heart racing. Her determination was also admirable. Or, maybe it was something else. She was pretty cute when she blushed. Also, she didn't seem to care much what others thought of her. He always thought that was pointless. And the fact that she also seemed more concerned with what people do rather than what they say relieved him. He appreciated that.

He'd met her on the battlefield before when she was contracted to the Kingdom of Embla, so he already knew she was strong. Back then, he'd found her lack of expression a bit unnerving. It didn't last long, however, as shortly after, another professor, a man in this case, had been summoned by Kiana, the summoner of the Kingdom of Asker. Gendered variants of heroes weren't unheard of, so it hadn't surprised Ike that Byleth was another one. Though, he didn't think much could surprise him at this point.

Unsurprisingly, Ike and the Tested Professor got along very well, so it was only natural that he and the female version quickly became friends. Though, he still wasn't sure how he felt about the fact that his feelings for her seemed to be growing into something more. After she caught his attention one day in the mess hall, he realized that these feelings were probably the result of her asking the kitchen staff for cooking lessons a few days into her stay here, claiming that the food here was infinitely better than what was served at the monastery. She said that she wanted to share the experiences she enjoyed with others back home. It was the fact that she always asked him to try her cooking that confused him at first, but Soren's offhand comment about how the way to a man's heart was through his stomach made him realize what it was she was doing. Fortunately, or unfortunately, he hadn't decided yet, that phrase had rung quite true for the Radiant Hero; he found it difficult to turn down a good meal, especially the ones that looked and smelled as good as what she usually offered him.

"It shouldn't surprise you, you know," the tactician had told him after they had turned away from the serving counter where Byleth and Flayn, a girl from Fodlan who was trying to catch Soren's eye, had given them their heavily laden trays. "You saw how she watched you the day she came here. She obviously finds your gluttony arousing."

"Did you give her this idea?"

"No, as a matter of fact, I didn't. Why?"

"I was just wondering, considering you were the one who gave Aimee that idea. What possessed you to do that anyway?"

Soren shrugged. "She had a staff that I wanted," he said, without the slightest hint of shame.

Ike shook his head as they sat down. "What about you? What do you plan to do?"

"About what?"

"Flayn. She certainly seems to have taken a liking to you."

Making an indelicate sound, Soren lowered his fork. "I wish she would find somebody else to bother. I have no more interest in her than you had in Aimee."

The hero dropped the matter but noted that the tactician's voice didn't have its usual edge. "If you say so." He had suspicions about the tactician's feelings for the young healer but thought it'd be best if he figured things out on his own. "Though you didn't seem to have much interest in me at first, either."

"What are you getting at?"

"I'm just saying, opinions are subject to change, even if you don't want them to be."

Soren glared at him and proceeded to say nothing for the rest of the meal. Ike suspected he wasn't being entirely true to his feelings, though he decided not to pry.

Ike and Byleth trained together every day in the week or so leading to the tournament preliminaries to familiarize themselves with each other's fighting styles. Ike was a little surprised that she was able to use magic. That would be particularly useful, considering he couldn't.

When tournament day arrived, the two of them suited up, ate a massive breakfast full of eggs, bacon, and sausage in the mess hall, and headed hand in hand to the combat arena.

Ike happily rubbed his fat gut almost the entire time. "It sure is nice to have the option to gorge yourself before combat. Going into battle on an empty belly is never fun."

"I won't argue with that, but I've noticed that going in hungry can give you a bit of an edge."

The hero looked at her quizzically. "Why would you do that to yourself?"

"Don't get me wrong, I'd much rather fight stuffed to my limits, but there have been a few times when our mealtimes were interrupted, so..." She trailed off.

"Uh-huh."

The tournament staff had the pairing brackets up, covering an entire wall, with many other participants crowding around to find out who their opponents would be. Ike and Byleth were in the third bracket, against a pair neither of them recognized.

"Oh man," someone in front of them said. "You're up against Ike right out of the gate? I don't know if I should be jealous or glad it's not me."

"Dude... we're so screwed. There's no way we're gonna win."

"Well, you certainly won't win with that attitude," the hero said. All the gathered participants turned to him, whispering amongst themselves.

His opponent-to-be gulped nervously. "S-sir, I-"

Ike held up one hand. "Please," he said, a pained look on his face. "Don't. 'Ike' will do just fine."

Before they could continue, a group of the organizers came to lead them to the spectator section reserved for participants. Byleth led Ike to a couple of the higher seats in the back. They set their weapons aside and sat down, fingers interlocked. As the announcer began the tournament, she rested her head against his shoulder, absently stroking his bulging muscles.

The two of them disassembled every wrong or poor move the contestants made. Byleth was somewhat surprised by his critique, though she probably shouldn't have been, all things considered. He'd probably make a decent teacher. She'd have to ask him about that later.

When their turn came, their opponents were young, so they didn't stand much chance. To Byleth's surprise, they only expressed their thanks to her and Ike. She... definitely hadn't expected that. Most found her stoic nature unsettling and simply avoided her. She glanced at her date. There were only a handful of exceptions.

"I... You're welcome?" she replied as a pair of healers escorted them from the arena.

Ike turned to her, grinning impishly. "You seem so uncertain."

She flushed at him. "No one's... ever thanked me for fighting them before, how was I supposed to react?"

"This is a tournament. Respecting your opponent is part of being a good sport."

After round one finished, the participants were given keys to local inns, with teams sharing rooms to save on money and space. When Ike was handed his key, he was given directions to one of the most expensive lodges in the area, and he and Byleth went their way. He sighed.

"Is there... something wrong?"

"They're still treating me like I'm more special than I actually am."

The professor stopped to stare at him. "What? Of course, you're special. You're a real hero and an outstanding swordsman. So many people look up to you." She paused. "Myself included."

"I never asked for that, you know. I would've been perfectly content living out my life as an unknown mercenary."

"Me, too. But now I'm a professor at the most esteemed academy in the world. There's a saying. 'Some are born great. Others achieve greatness. And then there are those that have greatness thrust upon them.'"

Ike scratched at the back of his neck. "Yeah, I've heard something like that before. And while I believe it, that doesn't mean I have to like it."

Byleth didn't know what to say to that. The two fighters walked in silence for a time. She stared at his free hand, swinging at his side. Then shook her head, reached out, and intertwined her fingers with his.

"I'm sorry, Ike, I-"

The hero cut her off, squeezing her hand. "Stop. It's not your fault."

She opened her mouth to reply, but her stomach interrupted her. The hero stopped. Byleth avoided his eyes, blushing furiously.

Ike laughed. "Let's drop our equipment off at our hotel room, then go find something to eat; I'm pretty hungry, too. How's that sound?"

The professor nodded, placing a hand on her stomach. They hadn't exercised as much as some other days, but she was still starving. "Do you know if there are any good buffet places around?"

"There are a few, yeah," he said, both amused and suspicious.

At the inn, he stripped off his armor, stacking it in a chair. He wondered if the professor was staring at his ass, he'd caught her eyeing his rear end on more than one occasion. He hadn't brought it up though; she was clearly embarrassed, averting her eyes every time.

As he straightened, he caught a glimpse of her retracting her hand to her breast. She had been reaching for something. Ike took the opportunity to broach the subject, taking into account the fact that they were alone. "If you wanna touch my ass, go ahead," he said, as her blushing face came up sharply. He grinned. "But keep in mind, I'm going to assume that anything you do to me is fair game to do to you."

She flushed deeply. "Anything?"

"Just try not to get carried away."

Stepping towards him, she placed her hands on his toned abdomen, sliding them upward– "So you won't mind if I–" and took hold of his collar, pulling his face to hers for a quick kiss.

He stood stock still for a split second, then relaxed and began to kiss her back, folding her into a tight embrace. She could feel his gorgeous body shifting beneath his clothes. Releasing his collar, she traced his shoulders and biceps. It felt good, being held like this. Safe. Warm. Solace from the chaos of the world.

She didn't even bother opening her eyes when they parted, opting to bury her face in his neck and collarbone. She would have held him longer had his stomach not started complaining.

"Hm. Hungry, are we?" she asked, half smiling.

Blinking, he stared at her. "Well, I don't know about you, but I'm always hungry. You should know that by now."

He kept holding her, though. She waited, unsure of what to do. "Um, Ike-?" she never finished, because now it was her stomach's turn to complain.

The hero gave her a wry smile. "Maybe we should eat..." he mused. She nodded and he let go of her. Taking him by the hand, she dragged him back downstairs and out the door. "You know they serve meals in the common room there, right?"

"Yeah, but I'm in the mood for something other than tavern fare, I want something fried."

"In that case, there's a place on the high street that specializes in fried foods. They call it 'fast food' and it's run by a group of heroes from Muspell."

"'Fast food', huh? You don't have to wait long, then?"

Ike nodded. "One order is usually done in just a couple of minutes. It's pretty impressive."

"Sounds good."

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They had ordered at least two of just about everything on the menu, one for each of them: a dozen orders of chicken wings various sauces including, but not limited to, sweet and spicy, honey barbeque, cheesy garlic, and blue cheese, several sandwiches, including one with bacon and cheese, sides of pasta with cheese, spiced fried potatoes, mashed potatoes with gravy, beans with rice, coleslaw, biscuits, jalapeño poppers, and sweet potatoes. For dessert, there were iced strawberry biscuits, apple hand pies, chocolate chip cookies, and a rich chocolate bake called "brownies". Not to mention all the beer they were likely to order to wash everything down.

What should she start with? A sandwich? Wings? Dessert? Ike made a decision and selected a box of sweet'n'spicy wings, so she picked the blue cheese ones to start. Biting into her first, it simultaneously burned and refreshed. Bold, tangy sauce dripped from her lips and fingers. She'd never had anything like it. It didn't take her long to finish her first serving and move on to a second, opting for honey BBQ, which disappeared just as quickly.

Ike set down an empty container of mashed potatoes and gravy and reached for a few of the peppers, watching her lick her fingers and decide on one of the bacon and cheese sandwiches. He seemed oddly fixated on her mouth and throat as she tore through bread and fried chicken, as crumbs cascaded from her bulging cheeks and melted cheese refused to break.

"You seem to be enjoying yourself," he said, smiling.

Swallowing, she opened her mouth to respond, but her stomach gurgled faintly and she burped heartily instead. Ike laughed, picking up his tankard. "There's a good girl," he teased, draining his mug.

Byleth looked up sharply, her sandwich halfway to her mouth. Good girl. Her face flushed. He called her a good girl. She wouldn't get over that one for a while. Lowering her head, she finished her sandwich, trying to hide her blush.

She took a couple biscuits, tore them in half, and topped them with various combinations of side dishes, mixing them with wings, sandwich, and beer. When they finished off the sides and entrées, the two fighters leaned back before starting on dessert, rubbing their full and bulging bellies.

Byleth's fingers itched to sink into his gut and her flesh craved his touch. She slid out of her side of the booth and squeezed in next to the Radiant Hero, snuggling up to him the way she had when she asked him out. Once again, she pulled up the front of his shirt, revealing his taut, burbling stomach, pressing her palm into his side. The heavy organ quivered slightly beneath her hand and the slight give told her he still had plenty of room. He wasn't nearly as big as she'd seen him get, so that was a little disappointing. Oh, but they still had those confections left.

Ike put an arm around her waist and rested his chin on the top of her head, sighing deeply. Byleth fingered his swollen midriff, trying to figure out what to do next. She didn't want to let go of him, nor did she want him to let go of her. She closed her eyes, lazily running her fingers over his glutted abdomen.

Gods, she wanted to tackle him. To feel his strong, supple body against hers. She wanted him to kiss her and pin her to a wall or a bed or a couch with his significant weight. She wanted him to touch her the way she wanted to touch him. She wanted to feed him and...

She stopped. Glanced at the table. They still had those desserts. Sitting up, she heard Ike start awake with a snort. She turned to him as he wiped at his eyes. She hadn't even realized he'd dozed off. "I think we should take the rest of this back to our room. We can finish it there."

"Mmm... Good idea. Otherwise, I might fall asleep here."

Byleth took the pastry boxes to the counter to ask for a bag to help carry them as Ike cleared the table. She even asked for a few more. And a few jugs of milk. Ike waited for her by the door, both hands resting on his bloated gut.

"You got more?" he asked, opening the door and following her out.

"I decided there were more I wanted to try." She shrugged, leaving out her plan to feed most of it to him. She couldn't wait to finally feel him get bigger because of her.

She felt him sling an arm across her shoulders, holding her close. Close enough to listen to him digest. What a glorious refrain it made. Each glorp and burble was music to her ears. One even clawed its way up the hero's throat, resulting in a splendidly beefy belch that echoed off the buildings and made Byleth weak at the knees.

It also earned him a few outraged looks from passers-by. Not that he seemed to care. He walked on, head high, patting his belly and licking his lips.

"Mng... That's better," he said with a satisfied breath.

By the Creator, she loved listening to him belch so openly.

He gave her a curious look. "Do you?"

She stopped dead. "Did I... say that out loud?"

"Yeah, you did. To be fair though, I've heard your burps, too, and so far, you haven't failed to impress me."

A shy smile played about her lips as her face flushed. Again. Bones, being around him did so many things to her, she wasn't quite sure what to make of it all. But she liked it. And she didn't want to lose it.

Back at the inn, Byleth placed the paper bag in her arms on one of the nightstands and sat down on one of the beds as Ike collapsed opposite her, his distended paunch bouncing lightly against his meaty thighs, sloshing faintly. She stared. The hero grunted as he hoisted his ankles to his knees to untie and remove his boots. First one, then the other. He wiggled his toes, then groped beneath his fat belly to pop the button of his pants. The happily gurgling organ surged forward into the newfound space. Ike's expression was one of relief. He reached up to pull off his headband and tossed it into the nearby nightstand. Then he started drumming his fingers on the upper crest of his swollen abdomen as he leaned back and stretched out his legs a bit. The professor continued to watch him.

"Ike?" she asked after a minute or two.

He opened one eye. "Hmm?"

Glancing at the bag of milk and sweets, she barreled on. "Can I feed you?"

He opened his other eye to look at her, then down at his full stomach and smiled. "Heh, why not? I still have plenty of room left."

She finished taking off her boots and moved their desserts to the other end table. "Take off your shirt, first," she demanded, unpacking the bag. "And turn so your back is against the headboard." She folded the empty bag and turned to him. He hadn't moved. "Please?"

Cocking his head, he countered saying he'd take his shirt off, on one condition. He didn't answer when she asked what that was but slipped his fingers into the navel window between the hem of her shirt and the straining waistband of her shorts. His large, rough hands slid over her supple skin until the tender nadir of her ample midriff rested in the palm of his warm hand. She looked at him a little startled. He was touching her. As they held each other's gaze, she remembered him telling her to expect him to assume that whatever she did to him was fair game to do to her.

Breathing heavily, she took hold of opposite sides of her shirt hem and pulled it off over her head, flinging it behind her. Despite her attempt to hold his hand to her body, he pulled free, yanked off his own shirt, and tossed it to the foot of the bed. Then, almost as an afterthought, he undid the fastening at the front of her shorts. A sudden belch escaped her.

"That's better," he said, swinging his feet up onto the bed, scooting away from the edge.

Seeing him move away from her snapped her out of it and she didn't even wait for him to settle before climbing on top of him, straddling his hips, inching closer until her softening belly pressed into his. She put her palms to his gut, gently stroking to either side of his navel, feeling it expand and contract expansively as he sighed gustily. He rested his hands at her waist, his fingers curling around her buttocks. She looked up just in time to see his tongue across his lips, which reminded her of what she wanted to do.

She reached for the first box in the stack on the night table, setting it on the bed next to her for easier access. Opening it, she found it contained the cut block of brownies. They were fairly sizable, bigger than her palm. Thicker, too; dense and cake-like. She picked one up, tapping the hero on the chest, holding the treat up. His lips curled up and he opened his mouth to accept it, tearing it in half with his teeth. Byleth bit the remainder in half as he chewed and swallowed. They repeated the process for nearly the entire box when Ike held up a hand for a pause. She guessed what he wanted as he swallowed dryly and offered him one of the milk bottles. He took it, gratefully twisted off the cap, and tilted the contents down his gullet. She watched his throat bob as he chugged half the bottle. He pulled it away and burped lightly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, then replaced the cap, and set it aside again. Then, he polished off the rest of the brownies. Finished the milk, too, after Byleth snatched it from him for a turn.

He had put his hands on her stomach again. Even as she closed her eyes, basking in the physical contact, she rubbed small, slow circles into the hero's flanks. He seemed to enjoy the belly rubs. Almost like an overgrown puppy. She laughed.

"What's so funny?"

She shook her head.

He gave her a speculative look, which she ignored, opening the second box. This one contained a half dozen large chocolate cupcakes that were advertised to be spicy. They even had chili peppers stuck into the frosting, poking up like horns. Ike laughed when she explained that to him, plucking one of the peppers off the pastry in her hands and popped it into his mouth. And the dessert subsequently disappeared into the hero's esophagus and squeezed into his belly. His gut expanded slightly beneath her fingertips. Another one vanished. Then another one. And another. With a mischievous little smile, as she lifted the fifth, he scooped up a bit of icing and wiped it off on the tip of her nose, laughing at her startled expression.

She glared at him. Then unintentionally shocked him as she used her surprisingly long tongue to lick it off. When she realized his blue eyes were locked on her face, particularly the area around her lips, it made her a little self-conscious. She also noticed the faint pink cast to his cheeks as well as his faintly perplexed expression. She shook her head to clear it and commanded that he open up. He obeyed and she shoved the entire fifth cupcake into his jaws, smearing his lips with the same frosting he'd stuck on her nose. She watched as he chewed, cheeks bulging as he struggled to grind the confection into a paste. He finally swallowed and a sizable lump rolled down his throat and disappeared behind well-muscled pectorals.

The sixth and final cupcake disappeared the same way and Byleth scraped the remnant icing from his lips and sucked it off her thumb and forefinger. When he gulped down his large mouthful this time, however, his expression twisted into a slight grimace of pain. She opened her mouth to ask if he was okay when his stomach emitted a kind of burbling whine. She began digging her fingers into his protesting flesh, searching for a tightness indicative of a trapped gas bubble. When she finally found it, she put her weight into trying to work it free.

The resulting belch that exploded from Ike's mouth carried with it the power to blow her hair back and the odor of spiced chocolate and beer and fried chicken. The fetid gas stung her eyes, but the experience of the Radiant Hero burping in her face still raised her internal temperature. She let out a shaky breath, looking away to avoid meeting his eyes.

"Heh, you liked that, huh?" he asked, amused.

"And what if I did?" she reported hotly, blushing furiously.

He laughed again. "You're so weird."

Blinking, she felt her temperature rising again. This time, however, it wasn't excitement, but anger. Who was he to accuse her? He wasn't any better, stuffing himself into a near coma as often as he could, belching shamelessly, and showing off the results of his feasting without a care in the world. She couldn't help that she found his brazen behavior attractive. Her confidence in doing the same had increased exponentially thanks to him. How dare he?

Ike, apparently catching the danger rising in her expression, decided to expand on his words. "There's nothing wrong with that, you know."

The professor's anger dissipated, suddenly robbed of its target. She stared at him. He continued. "Life would be pretty boring if everyone were the same." He smiled. "Besides, I'm probably just as weird as you are. All things considered." He glanced at the dwindling stack of pastry boxes. "Now, how about we finish this? I'm getting pretty tired, and I'll probably fall asleep again before too long."

She nodded, bringing over the remaining boxes, and opened one. Apple pie. The sweet, faintly spicy scent filled the room. The fact that they were still steaming surprised her. When she mentioned that, Ike said one of their packers was a mage who casts a simple spell to keep the food hot longer. At least, that's what Soren told him.

Removing two pies from the box, she handed one to her date and bit into the other herself. The buttery, flaky crust melted on her tongue, and the sweet but tart cinnamon apples filled her mouth. The Radiant Hero finished his in just a few bites and reached for another one. He ate four of them. Byleth had the other two. She wished they had some ice cream. Oh, well. They'd have to make do with milk. She popped open a second bottle and downed maybe a third before handing it over. Her belly felt cool and heavy with all that dairy sloshing around inside her.

UUUUURRRRRRAAAAAAPPPPPPP!!

A surprisingly robust belch escaped her when Ike dug a finger into her belly button, wiggling it around a bit. Panting, she leaned forward, both hands on his stomach, and gazed boldly into his blue eyes. "Keep doing things like this, and I don't think I'll be able to control myself around you," she whispered in the most sensual way she could muster before sitting back.

Tilting his head, he gave her a confused look. "So... don't? You know I don't really care about what people say. What they do is far more important to me."

"Alright," she said, handing him the box of iced strawberry biscuits– "Go ahead and eat these but don't touch the cookies or the milk. I'll be right back–" snatched up the key and bounded to the door, heading back downstairs. Heading for the bar, she asked for two empty mugs. While the bartender fetched them, Byleth looked around. At the far end of the room sat a pair who could have passed as twins, but were probably just a pair of gendered variants. Violet hair, wearing dark uniforms with red or orange accents. She and the young man locked eyes and his eyebrows drew together in an expression of hatred. She'd never seen this boy before. Why would he give her a look like that?

She finally looked away when the barkeep returned with two steins in his hand. She took them, nodding curtly, then turned and took them upstairs to the room where Ike waited. The Radiant Hero hadn't moved, sitting with his back to the wall, eyes closed, with his fingers interlaced atop his swollen gut. His eyes remained closed until she clambered over him to sit cross-legged to his left. She handed him one of the cups, reached across him for the last milk bottle, giving the hero a quick kiss on the cheek on the way, then filled the two tankards.

Byleth's actions seemed to confuse him, as he looked up at her. She opened the box of chocolate chip cookies and took one out and broke it in half, because, like everything else, they were rather large. This was by far the best way to enjoy fresh chocolate chip cookies. Some of her students had introduced her to this method, and now she refused to eat them any other way. Ike watched her chew up the first one. When she pulled out a second, she noticed he'd made no move to take one. She offered him the one in her hand, and he took it, following her example.

As it disappeared, she asked, "Do you not like them?"

He shrugged, licking the chocolate remnants off his fingers. "I can't say I have much of an opinion either way. We couldn't really afford sweets growing up, and now that I'm an adult, I don't really bother buying them myself," he said, reaching for another.

She watched him polish off three more, then ate another herself. Pausing, he took a long drink and burped, pawing at his belly. He chomped down on another but stopped when he caught her ogling his gut again. Sticking the remainder of the confection in his mouth, he motioned her closer. Hesitating, she leaned forward. He watched as she took the sweet wafer from his lips and crunched it down. They stared at each other for a moment as she started moving back. With astonishing speed, however, he seized her jaws in his strong hand and forced her mouth open. The movement caught her so off guard that she couldn't resist him. Had her tankard been more full than it was, the contents would have sloshed out onto the bed. As the hero gazed into her mouth, seeming to inspect her pearly whites, she silently thanked her father for teaching her to take care of her teeth. Then, apparently satisfied with the condition of her chompers, he began running his thumb over the surface of her tongue. Blood surged to her face. It was his turn to fluster when she sealed her lips around the digit, his blush deepening as she took hold of his wrist and treated his extremity like a piece of hard candy, sucking heavily and even lightly chewing.

Her expression upon release was mischievous, even faintly naughty, as she had just imagined sucking on a very different part of his body. She shook her head. Where had that come from? It was far too early for that kind of fantasy. Right?

Turning away, she struggled to sort out her thoughts. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Ike insert the thumb she had engulfed in her jaws into his own mouth, licking his lips afterward. Shivering, she couldn't help but wonder if he liked the way she tasted. Bones. Now she wanted to kiss him again.

"Hey, are you okay? You're not too cold, are you?"

She turned back to him. "Well... maybe a little..."

The Radiant Hero offered her a hand. "Come here, then."

Hesitating, she glanced around. Her mug was half full and there were still six cookies left. She quickly downed the rest of her milk and set the tankard aside, taking the box of sweets, and crawled closer to him.

"You're not regretting anything, are you?" she asked, pressing her palm into his flesh.

"I'm stuffed to the gills with good food with a beautiful badass by my side feeding me even more, what's there to regret?"

That made her blush, hard. "A beautiful... badass?" Ike nodded. "You like me, then?" The hero nodded again. "How much?"

Ike blinked. "What do you mean?"

"Well, is it just as a friend, or...?" she trailed off.

"No," he replied cautiously, rubbing at his jaw. "I don't think so. I can't say exactly what my feelings for you are or how deep they go, this feeling is still new to me. I do like being around you, though, and I've been thinking about you a lot since we met, if that means anything."

She didn't know what to say to that but held up another milk-dunked cookie. He obediently opened his mouth and she diligently fed him three more. As the professor munched on one herself, Ike reached over to wipe the crumbs from her lips and cheeks. She fed him another. To her surprise, he took the last one from her fingers, dipped it into his cup, and held it to her lips. She took a hesitant bite and he grinned at her. One bite. Then two. He stuck it into his milk and held it up again. Three bites. The fourth and final bite vanished into her mouth and the Radiant Hero traced its path down her throat, between her breasts, until his fingers reached the much subtler curve of her own belly.

He chugged the rest of his drink, discarded the drinking vessel, then shifted so he was lying half on his side so he could more easily hold his hands to her stomach. "Do you like it?" she asked nervously. He looked up at her but said nothing. A wave of disappointment washed over her which broke as her crush leaned forward to press his lips to her bloated flesh.

That did it. Now she had to kiss him again. She had to shift a bit herself to reach, but that's exactly what she did. His lips moved sloppily, almost clumsily, indicating his exhaustion. She stared into his half-open eyes, running her fingertips over his strong features. "Sleep now, handsome. I'll still be here in the morning."

Soon enough, he was snoring away. Byleth watched him for a minute or two, snuggling into his thick body and laying her head on his broad chest. The view of his rising gut was glorious; pale and round, it filled the now-quiet room with the choral melody of the Hero's digestion. She listened, mesmerized as the swollen organ churned and gurgled and bubbled as it worked to reduce its contents into a thick, syrupy chyme.

She shivered as sensations filled her mind, thoughts of being simmered down into a hot, gelatinous slop inside him by that provocative and intoxicating body of his...

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His stomach was rumbling again. Of course, he was used to it. He was always hungry. However, he had noticed that his belly had become considerably less vocal since coming to the Kingdom of Asker. Probably because he could always eat his fill. That wasn't always possible growing up, considering his father's difficulty in accepting payment for services. Not that he was any better.

The Order of Heroes, however, made a point of making sure all its members had access to the most basic rights all people should have, food, shelter, medical care, privacy, and education, among others. The royal siblings also insisted that everyone be given a job. With how many they've summoned, they couldn't really afford to pay all of them on their own. Ike himself worked as a trainer of sorts in the arena at the barracks. He smiled. That was how he met the woman currently snuggled into his side.

She was a strange one, that was for sure. But, he'd been consorting with strange people his whole life. Besides, he liked her. For her strength, certainly; he always found fighting strong opponents thrilling. But lately... well, it seemed to be more than that. After several months of spending time with her, he found himself wanting to do other things with her, most of them involving food. She had quite an appetite herself, so he didn't think he'd have much trouble convincing her to try them with him. Just like in his dream.

He already knew she enjoyed the result of him eating big. Now all he needed to know was whether or not she'd enjoy the process of making him big. Oh, and if she'd be interested in putting on some weight herself.

GUuUUOooooRRRggLLEeeee

That wasn't his belly this time.

Byleth stirred. She didn't bother opening her eyes as she sat up, yawned, and stretched, making delightful little cooing noises. Dear Yune, she was adorable. He sat up as she probed her gurgling gut. His fingers itched to trace down her well-toned muscles. He finally slid his hands under hers to feel her body demand to be fed.

"Sounds like you could use something to eat."

Apparently, he startled her. If she wasn't awake before, she certainly was now. She leaned against him, glancing down at her stomach, then back up at him, nodding.

"Good, because I'm starving." The hero climbed out of bed and pulled his clothes on. "C'mon."

The professor followed suit and quickly followed after him.

Thankfully, the inn's breakfast buffet consisted of just about everything one could want for breakfast, from conventional to exotic. Of course, Ike had tried everything on previous visits, so he highly recommended several dishes to Byleth. She filled her plate with a wide variety of things, while Ike served himself larger portions of some of his favorites; steak and eggs were obviously a must, sausage links wrapped in flaky pastry, a thick sandwich loaded with bacon, lettuce, tomato, and avocado, fried chicken and waffles smothered in Niflin maple syrup, several servings of eggs benedict, and a full plate of a new favorite, consisting of several hamburger patties on a mountain of steamed rice poured over with thick, mushroom gravy and topped with fried eggs. He needed three large plates to carry it all. Then went back to get himself a beer and orange juice.

Byleth was already seated, chowing down on a bowl of shrimp and grits. There were also two plates with a highly stacked lox bagel, a helping of maple chorizo breakfast skillet, a steaming croque monsieur, a pair of buttermilk biscuits covered in sausage gravy, a large blueberry muffin, and a short stack of chocolate chip pancakes with strawberry preserves and syrup. She had also gotten herself a fruit smoothie and a mug of coffee.

She eyed the glass bottle suspiciously. "Isn't it a little early for that?"

"For alcohol?" Ike shook his head. "Nah."

The professor paused halfway through her grits to try some of her other samples, subtly surveying her date's selection.

"He," she said, interrupting the termination of his first plate, "would you feel up to sharing your choices? There were so many things I wanted to try, but I didn't have room for them all."

He stopped, too. "I could, but what will you give me?"

Looking over the remains in front of her, she thought about that. Finally, she pointed at her half-empty bowl. "Would you accept this?"

"Hm." He tapped the end of his fork against his jaw. "That, and–" his gaze lifted to meet hers– "a kiss."

She stared, flushing. Ike could almost hear a tea kettle hiss. "Now? Why?"

"Maybe we should wait until we don't have a table between us. And I think I liked you shoving your tongue down my throat."

"Ike!" Now, she almost had steam coming out of her ears.

He smiled, holding out his hand. "Alright, hand it over." 

She did, and as he tipped the contents past his lips, she stole bites of everything she could get forkfuls of and crammed her utensil into her mouth. "Mmm... Why is the food here so -urp- damned good?"

Ike lowered the now empty bowl, belching heartily. "Take it easy. You'll have plenty of time to try everything. Tomorrow, if not today."

"I can't help it. Every time I see or smell good food, I just want it in my belly ASAP."

"I get it, believe me, I feel the same way. But you might find it a little hard to fight when you're stuffed to the gills. Besides–" he grinned at her– "it'll taste better with victory, right?"

"Oh, that is true," she mused, giggling. "Victory is a hell of a spice, isn't it?"  She watched, enraptured, as he continued to pack it away, his gut pushing outward.

He'd probably need to get bigger clothing soon, what he had was getting a little tight, both across the gut and in the ass. Oh, but he liked the fact that he was outgrowing his clothes, the mute evidence of his gluttony. And, of course, Byleth seemed to like it, too. The professor wasn't even trying to hide the fact that she was staring. Quite dreamily, too; she practically had stars in her eyes.

"You like what you see?" he asked, smiling.

She nodded, enthusiastically. "Mm-Hm."

"So, you wanna rub it for me?"

Her gaze came up startled, but she quickly recovered and slid out of the booth, squeezing in next to him. Resting her head on his shoulder, she pressed a hand into his flesh. His stomach groaned and churned at her touch, but he relaxed as she began rubbing in big, slow circles. Even though he was pretty full, he was still far from his limit, so there was still plenty of give, his fatty belly relenting to the pressure she administered. Her probing fingers found several trapped air pockets, which she worked loose.

Apparently, she decided that every belch deserved a kiss, crushing her lips to his in a fierce desperation. She broke away briefly after he burped in her mouth after a particularly aggressive attempt to snuggle into him, but all that seemed to do was increase her hunger for him. She tried to get it to happen again, but there just wasn't any pressure left in his stomach.

After they parted again, they simply sat, eyes closed, holding the other's face in their hands.

"Oh yeah," Ike said, opening his eyes. "There was something I wanted to ask you."

Byleth sat back, leaving her hands to continue massaging the hero's gut. "Oh?"

"It's pretty obvious that you enjoy watching me stuff my face and get fat, but would you have any interest in putting on a little weight?"

Her hands stilled, she thought about that. She finally responded after several minutes. "I'm not sure. I quite like my body the way it is."

Oh. That was disappointing to hear. "Hmm." Oh well. He liked her muscles well enough, too.

He must have been pouting a bit as he traced abstract designs on the back of her hand, because she added, "Why? Are you into bigger women?"

Meeting her gaze, he enclosed one of her hands in his. "I don't think it would hurt if you put on a few pounds, but I don't want to force you into doing something if it makes you uncomfortable."

She gave him a strange look. "Well, when you say it like that I suppose I could be convinced to gain a little–" she looked up at him, an expression as piercing as she could manage on her face– "But, only when I say so."

Ike smiled. Commanding, just as she was in his dream. He propped his jaw on the hand not still clutching hers, imagining her again in that skin-tight leather outfit he'd dreamed up, filling it to overflowing with a plumped-up and shapely figure. "Yes, ma'am."

Another strange look from her. "Ike, what are you thinking about?"

The hero shrugged. "Just remembering a dream I had about you."

She blinked at him, flushing. "You... had a dream about me?" He nodded. "Would you be willing to tell me about it? I'm curious."

"Well," he started, "I woke up tied to a chair. Pretty tightly, I'll add..." He was in his room, sitting before a table creaking under the weight of a feast whose aromas had sent his guts to rioting and his mouth to flooding like a broken dam. "I was so hungry, but it felt like it was more than physical. It was weird."

"Maybe you were hungry for more than just food?" Byleth suggested.

"That became apparent when you showed up in skin-tight leather, carrying a collar with an attached leash." He didn't think she had expected that because her expression turned to one of startled embarrassment. "It was pretty sexy. Anyway, you put it on me, straddled my lap, and stuck your boobs in my face, warning me to be good, or I would regret it."

She lowered her eyes to his belly, seeming determined not to look him in the eye. She was as red as a tomato.

The Radiant Hero laughed, bridging a few errant strands of hair out of her face and behind her ear. "You're so cute when you blush."

That just made her blush harder. "What happened then?"

"Well..." After teasing him for a while with those tantalizing smells until his guts were raging inside him like a pot of boiling water, she force-fed him every. Single. Dish, stretching his belly with everything he could possibly want; spicy pork ribs, roast beef sandwiches, smoked brisket, chicken fried steak, meatloaf, hamburger patties drenched in a mushroom and onion gravy, beef tenderloin wrapped in mushroom paste and puff pastry, meatballs in a creamy white sauce with noodles, pan-seared chicken in an orange glaze, hearty lamb stew with carrots and potatoes, a Hoshidan dish called peking duck, venison burnt ends, and burgers with BBQ sauce, fried onions, cheese, and bacon. And the sides. Roasted potatoes with crisp parmesan cheese. Creamy baked macaroni and cheese with bacon and breadcrumbs. Sausage and gnocchi stuffing. Cheesy garlic biscuits. Green bean casserole. Jalapeño popper potato salad. Brussels sprouts with a spicy Hoshidan sauce. Ham fried rice. Smoky pinto beans. Honey-glazed carrots. Onion rings. Excitement coursed through his veins. He couldn't wait to see how big he would be with all this packed into his belly.

Oh. He couldn't forget dessert. Pineapple upside-down and pumpkin crunch cakes. Orange creamsicle and sugar cookie bars. Ice cream and chocolate silk pies. Key lime pie mousse. Fruit tart. Cheesecake egg rolls. Extra-large milkshake…

Byleth was staring at him. "That's… quite the list. I'm surprised you remember all of that."

He blinked. Now it was his turn to blush. "I, uh…"

"I wouldn't mind seeing the aftermath of that stuffing, you must have been huge…"

Ike laughed. "Oh, definitely. You practically had to climb me afterward." His stomach rumbled inside him. "I rembbbuurrAAAAAAP feeling like I was gonna explode, I was so full."

A shaky breath entered his date's lungs. She looked like she had something to say.

"Hey," he said, lifting her chin. "You okay?"

"Uh, yeah." She swallowed, eying his round paunch. "Is that something you'd wanna try?"

"What?"

"Being tied up and force-fed. Would you... wanna try that?"

"Maybe we should finish this date first, then we can start talking about a second."

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The two of them blew through the ranks of the tournament like a hurricane. The final bracket was them against the violet-haired "twins" that Byleth had seen in the common room at the inn a few nights before. Shez, apparently. So, they were variants. The boy had boldly stated at the start that he would take her on alone, fixing her with the same glare he had given her before.

He moved so fast that she barely had time to think, however, his twin blades lashing out like whips. Shaking off her surprise, her instincts reasserted themselves. However, her opponent's agility continued to amaze her, it was almost too much. She couldn't look away, even for a moment. She needed to find an opening. And soon.

Her chance came after the crowd erupted in applause, belting out the Radiant Hero's chant of "We like Ike!" She could only assume her date had managed to quell his opponent. As expected of such a legend.

She lost her footing then, and tumbled to the ground. The ground was a dangerous place to be during a fight. Any fighter worth their salt knew that. Byleth, of course, was no different. As her opponent raised his blade, a powerful shockwave sliced between them, crashing into the far wall with tremendous force.

"This isn't a fight to the death. Behave yourself."

The young man turned to the Radiant Hero, furious. And Byleth took her chance, using her sword's whip-like state to drive him back, ripping his swords from his hands. The match ended with him on the ground at sword point.

The crowd erupted again. She wasn't known well enough to have her own chant except her name. The Radiant Hero was helping the girl to her feet. She acted like a typical follower of such a hero, bowing and thanking and talking very fast. The way he dealt with her suggested he'd done this before.

Byleth turned her attention back to her opponent. Extending a hand, she thought to help him up, but he slapped it away.

"Don't touch me, you filthy demon!" he practically shouted at her, scrambling backward.

She froze.

That damn moniker persisted even here? What would it take to prove that she wasn't the cold-blooded killer that everyone thought she was? She clenched her fist, retracting it. Then, she spun on her heel and stalked away.

As she neared the archway that led out of the arena, she was astounded to find tears in her eyes. She heard Ike chastise the young man.

"That was uncalled for," was the only thing she heard as she sprinted away, her weapon clattering to the floor in the corridor, as she struggled to keep her emotions in check.

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"It was an absolute honor to cross swords with you, sir, I can't believe how much I learned in such a short time–"

Ike sighed internally as she gripped his wrist, a polite smile plastered on his face. How many more times was he gonna have to go through this again? He was tired of telling people he wasn't as grand as all that, he was just a common mercenary.

Her fangirling cut off when her partner, who had been knocked to the ground, practically screamed at the professor not to touch him. Even going so far as to call her a demon.

Now, that was going too far. He sighed again, audibly, this time, as Byleth fled the arena. He approached the young man, his expression hard as he extended a hand. "That was uncalled for."

He snorted as Ike hauled him to his feet. "So? It's true, isn't it?"

"No, I don't think so." The hero turned and walked away before the boy could respond. He didn't have time to explain himself, he had to find Byleth and make sure she was okay.

As he left, Ike stooped to retrieve Byleth's Sword of the Creator. She must've been pretty upset to abandon her weapon like that. Then, he sprinted after her, pushing through the crowds back to the inn where they were staying. When he entered the faintly smoky common room, the barkeeper turned to him, a slightly confused look on his face.

"Ike, my boy, is everything okay?"

Ike shook his head. "Honestly, I'm not sure. By's opponent said something that apparently cut pretty deep."

"She certainly didn't seem too well when she returned without you or her weapon and sprinted upstairs, crying. I was worried you two had a falling out."

The hero stared at him. "She was crying?" He was stunned. He hadn't heard of either professor showing that kind of emotion before. "Must be pretty serious, then," he muttered to himself, heading to the stairs, taking them two at a time. At the door to their room, he slid the key into the lock and pushed it open.

Byleth had apparently undressed on her way from the door to the bed; her clothes trailed the path. He sighed, standing their weapons in a corner, and stripped off his armor, gathering up her clothing. Tossing them onto the opposite bed, he sat on the edge of the one Byleth had burrowed into, covers pulled up over her head. He placed a hand on her hips, stroking gently with his thumb. He could feel her trembling as she tried to stifle her racking sobs.

"Hey," he started, trying to keep his voice soft. "Did what Shez say really bother you that much?"

Her reaction was so startling, he barely managed to get out of arm's reach as she ripped the blanket off, narrowly avoiding clawing him in the face. "You believe it, too, don’t you? That I'm a monster." Her eyes were red and puffy, still streaming tears, mute evidence of her pain.

He blinked. "No? Why would I think that? I obviously can't speak for him, but I know what I've seen. It's evident in your expression how much you care every time you talk about your students. I've seen loneliness at every mention of your father, your anger at gross injustice. And now–" he reached up to wipe her tears away, her skin smooth under his fingertips– "I see your hurt because someone can't be bothered to understand you. Do you really think a monster could feel what you clearly do? There's so much more to you than meets the eye. And I want to witness all of it." That last one surprised even him. The swell of affection and protective instinct was undeniable.

Now, it was her turn to stare, speechless. Blushing. As he spoke, he watched the defensiveness in her eyes soften. She touched the back of his hand that lingered on her cheek, fresh tears threatening to spill over. "Ike…" Her voice was barely a whisper as he pressed his forehead to hers and closed his eyes. He felt her gentle, curious fingers tracing the lines of his face, mirroring what he did to her.

And then they were kissing. Her arms snaked around his neck and his hands slid down the curves of her body to the small of her back, pulling her into his lap. Her supple, solid body fit perfectly in his arms. He pressed his fingers into her skin, marveling at the latent strength she contained in her small frame. That was pretty sexy. She was sexy.

She pulled him back onto the bed, stretching out beneath him. The sensation of her body moving against his felt good. Then, all of a sudden, she stopped, freeing his lips, and rolled her head back onto the covers, eyes closed. He could feel her body heaving against him, starving for air. Her arms were still around his neck, though. Her nails caught at his skin through his shirt.

"Take off your shirt," she said, opening her eyes again.

He blinked. "What?"

"Take it off," she repeated, almost desperately. "I wanna see you."

Sitting up, he complied. She stared at him, blushing for several moments before mirroring his half-raised stance. Crawling closer, she raised her palms to either side of his navel and began massaging in large, slow circles, resting her head against his chest. As always, she favored the side where his heartbeat, the steady rhythm always seemed to calm her. That, and listening to him digest. His belly, once lean and flat, now lay wrapped in several layers of thick flesh. He swears she was adding fats to every dish she cooked for him. 

Her shifting to nuzzle his collarbone brought him back to the present. The contrast of her cool hands and warm breath sent shivers down his spine and he couldn’t resist enfolding her in his arms. Resting his jaw against the crown of her head. Closing his eyes. Her fingers still stroking the contours of his gut.

She eventually moved on. Teasing the skin just above his waistband, caressing his back, squeezing his biceps, her hands gliding over his skin like butter in a hot skillet. She ended her exploration by gently kneading his thick-corded pectorals, moaning in pleasure at the slight give they had.

Ike's heart pounded in his chest.

Byleth giggled. "Sounds like someone's excited."

He looked down at her, scooped her up by the waist, her long legs wrapping around his middle, and collapsed on the bed with her underneath him. She squirmed as he found a sensitive spot just behind her ear, his lips brushing her skin. "Can you blame me?"

Holding her tight, he trailed kisses down her neck to the indent at the center of her collarbone where he paused, savoring the warmth of her body. He would have continued, but he was interrupted by a knock at the door.

"Sir Ike?"

Sigh. Seriously? "How many times do I have to tell you people not to call me that?" 

"Do you know who it is?" Byleth whispered.

"Not exactly, but it's probably someone from the tournament committee."

"Your victory feast is ready whenever you and Lady Byleth are."

Ike sat up, his belly rumbling at the prospect of food. "I hope you're hungry."

She took his offered hand and followed him out of the room. "At least as hungry as you are."

He doubted that but smiled as he led her down the stairs to a private dining room on the second-story landing at the back of the building. This room is usually reserved for large groups, but in this case, it had been reserved for a large meal instead.

The hero shouldered open the door and the two of them stepped into an oasis of warmth and intimacy, leaving the lively chaos of the common area behind. Sizable, but not overly so, dominated by a large, dark wood table surrounded by matching carved and cushioned chairs, though at least one had been replaced by a loveseat/divan type thing at the far end of the room, in front of the heavy stone fireplace. He wasn’t sure exactly what it was called. It had half a back and one arm. Byleth dragged him in that direction and forced him into its corner, then straddled his hips, brushing a lock of her hair behind her ear. Her hands were on his belly again.

Okay. Apparently, that's how it's gonna be.

Apart from the roaring fireplace, iron chandeliers hung suspended from the rafters, and the table had regularly spaced candelabras. The walls were covered with tapestries depicting previous victors and their celebrations. Decorative shields and weapons hung among them, gently reflecting the firelight. The wall opposite the door had a sideboard topped with elegant but empty serving dishes, while a small bar, nestled against the wall opposite them, showcased an impressive array of spirits and beers, among other things. Tall windows flanked the bar and fireplace, heavily curtained and drawn.

They sat in silence for only a minute or so, punctured by a few pops from the fire and Ike's gurgling belly, when a parade of servers entered via a side door leading to the kitchen. Each one carried a dish which they placed on the table before retreating back through the door they came from. Soon enough the table was filled with steaming and aromatic dishes.

Byleth stared, her mouth slightly agape. "By the saints, where do we start?" She sounded like she hadn't seen this much food in one place before.

Ike reached for a heaping platter of pork ribs generously coated in a deep mahogany glaze, sprinkled with crushed red pepper flakes. The staff likely put them within his reach intentionally, knowing his preferences. "How about right here?" he asked. Byleth smiled, picked up a knife, and used it to separate the ribs, licked it clean, then set it aside. They each picked one up, inhaling the smoky, spicy fragrance. The sharp, earthy scent filled his nostrils, tantalizing his tastebuds, lingering in the back of his throat. As he bit into the tender meat, he could hear his date moan sensually as she slurped at the sauce, getting it all over her face. Ike sucked his bone clean with practiced ease, tossed it aside, and reached for another one. The sticky sweet glaze coated their fingertips, the slightly charred edges providing a nice, crisp depth of flavor. Before they knew it, all that remained were empty bones and a smear of sauce.

"Your turn," Ike said as he stuck his messy fingers into his mouth.

Rubbing her belly, she surveyed the spread. She reached for a bowl of cilantro lime rice topped with refried beans, shredded lettuce, and sour cream.

"Goin' for something lighter, huh?"

She nodded. "I thought it would be a nice change after the weight of those ribs–" spooning up a large bite, she held it up for him– "we don’t want to wear our bellies out so soon, do we?"

The hero shrugged, taking the bite. "If that's how you wanna play it, okay. Though, I personally think we should get the heavy stuff down first."

"Well, we're doing it my way today."

Heh. "Yes, ma'am."

She fed him more, the fluffy rice filling his belly, expanding inside him. The fresh, herbaceous notes of the cilantro cut through the vibrant acidity of the lime, while the crisp, refreshing crunch of the lettuce contrasted beautifully with the smooth mix of beans and sour cream. Overall, the blend of zesty, savory, creamy, and refreshing made for a comforting and satisfying dish. Now empty, she set the plate aside, then looked at him, waiting.

His turn. Hmm... He pointed to a large bowl with four bones sticking out over the top. "Bring that one over here, would you?" He was pretty sure it was their winter harvest lamb shanks, and he was right. Four caramelized and glazed shanks artfully surrounded a mound of fruit-dotted couscous, speckled with pomegranate seeds, tangy orange segments, and slices of roasted figs, nestled alongside oven-roasted carrots, parsnips, and sweet potatoes.

Byleth removed one as Ike took the bowl. "You really like your meats that come with their own handles, don't you?"

Ike nodded, having already taken a big, juicy bite– "Makes it easier to eat, don't'cha think–" so his mouth was already full of tender meat, strong garlic with sweet-tart pomegranate seeds and citrusy oranges that balanced out the richness of the meat and lingered on the tongue. The subtle nuttiness of the couscous, bursting with dried fruits, and the earthy, charred sweetness of the root vegetables perfectly complemented the lamb.

The Hero finished the dish with a soft, but still satisfied burp, and looked over the table. "I think I need a drink, now."

A server set brimming tankards within their reach. Ike thanked them and picked one up, bringing it to his lips. The deep, amber liquid swilled down his throat, filling his belly with notes of caramel, toffee, freshly baked biscuits, a gentle bitterness, and a pleasant, fruity aftertaste. Lowering the empty mug, his stomach gurgled and–

BRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHPP!!!!!!

–he loosed a far more satisfying burp than the last. Byleth had already discarded her mug and was staring at him, blushing, hands on his now-rounded belly. He wasn’t surprised it was already starting to show; the portions here were ginormous.

"You liked that, huh?"

Byleth's eyes flicked to his stomach, then back to his face. She nodded shyly.

"Well, what's next, then"

"Huh?"

He indicated the table. "It's your turn to pick."

"Oh," was all she said as she surveyed the table again. She picked up a large platter with a pile of chicken alfredo nestled between heaping portions of caesar salad and garlic breadsticks and handed it to Ike. "Here."

A thick, creamy white sauce covered the long, flat noodles, adorned with freshly grated parmesan cheese, a hint of cracked black pepper, and a sprinkle of fresh parsley. The smooth, velvety texture coated his tongue. Luxurious. Two chicken breasts, one grilled, one deep-fried, had been cut into strips and set atop. The smoky, slight char of the grilled chicken enhanced the richness of the sauce, though Ike found he preferred the crunch of the fried. A handful of steamed broccoli florets sat nestled in creamy goodness, providing a welcome fresh crunch. To one side, the vibrant greens of lettuce leaves glistened with a tangy dressing, crisp and zesty from the lemon twists. Toasted croutons added a satisfying crunch. A refreshing contrast to the rich pasta. Lastly, a half dozen garlic breadsticks, wrapped in parchment, sat in a small wire basket, their savory, buttery aroma tickling their noses. The crisp, golden exterior gave way to a soft, fluffy interior that melted in their mouths and acted as a perfect sponge for the dregs of pasta sauce in the bottom of the bowl.

Handing the empty platter to their server, Ike sighed, licking remnants from his lips. "Ahhh… that was tasty. Good choice." He glanced at Byleth, who was probing her curved belly. "You okay?"

She nodded. "That pasta was just a little heavier than I was expecting."

"Looks good on you."

She blushed as he traced a path from her navel to the crest of her belly just below her rib cage and avoided looking him in the eye.

Ike's next choice consisted of four expertly seared pork chops stuffed with a vibrant blend of herbed breadcrumbs, aromatic spices, and diced apples with sides of honey-glazed carrots and a bowl of creamy coleslaw. As he bit into one of the chops, the compliments of savory, well-seasoned meat and sweet and tart notes of apple-infused stuffing flooded his mouth, juice dribbling down his chin. Mmm… Nice and plump, just how he liked it. Touches of garlic and onion offered a comforting undertone. Byleth polished off one, then watched him chow down on the last two. She got down a couple forkfuls of tender carrots enhanced by the slight caramelization of the glaze, the perfect combination of warmth and earthiness. He also made sure she tried the crunchy, creamy coleslaw. Very refreshing after the heavy pork and carrots.

The Red Dragon Spicy Shrimp Plate was next. A mound of plump, sauteed shrimp, drenched in a warm, smoky chorizo-infused sauce resulting in a deep red color, a colorful contrast to the deep and muted greens that surrounded them. Ike picked one up and popped it into his mouth. The bold smokiness that flooded his senses overlaid a spicy kick and hints of garlic and citrus. The elevated sweetness of the shrimp contrasted nicely with the savory, earthen flavor of the bitter greens. A small, woven basket held four perfectly domed cornbread muffins, emitting a rich, buttery scent. They crumbled easily, sprinkling the remains of the dish. Another perfect sponge.

The large wooden bowl Ike chose for his fourth turn held a simple but filling entrée: a mound of creamy, buttery mashed potatoes dominated the serving dish, steaming and aromatic. To one side, three sizable golden-brown sausages tempted the two heroes, on the other, a semi-circle of peas and chopped carrots gave off a spiced scent. The whole thing was poured over with a thick onion gravy. Byleth speared a spicy, well-seasoned sausage to munch on as she watched Ike bite into another. The juicy ground meat filled his mouth as he bit the banger in half, chewed, swallowed, and then tossed the other half in after the first. The last disappeared just as quickly as its fellow had. He moaned as the velvety texture of the mash flowed over his tongue, dotted with the crisp spice of the veggies, the robust, sweet gravy mingled perfectly with everything.

Byleth chose a platter with an ample serving of clam chowder, with a bowl of soda crackers and lemon wedges. Flecks of green parsley and bits of celery gave the pale beige soup a pop of color. Well, aside from the pale pink of the clams. The professor squeezed a couple lemon wedges over the surface, followed by a generous handful of crushed crackers, then took a bite. She closed her eyes, savoring the rich, creamy texture. Ike followed her example, the smooth, buttery base contrasting with the crunch of the crackers, as did the bouncy, chewiness of the clams with the hearty bite of the roughly diced potatoes, while the tang of the lemons cut through the rich, heavy base.

She seemed to appreciate it more than he did. Not that he minded, he wanted her to enjoy herself, too, but she seemed to be apprehensive at the sheer amount of food that had been prepared for them. If she didn't have a utensil in her hand, her fingers were pressed into her cute little belly. Or his far more substantial one, for that matter. Discarding the soup bowl, he reached for his tankard, which he had set on the floor beside the couch, gulping the rest of it down. He belched heartily again, patting his churning gut. It felt good, feeling his stomach stretch to such sizes, and he loved how Byleth couldn't keep her gaze, or her hands, off his robust form when he was this full.

"We're getting pretty big, huh?" he asked, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand.

She nodded, glancing at the table. "And we still have so much to go through…" Pressing a closed hand to her lips, she looked him over. "Do you really think we can finish it all?"

He grinned at her, patting his belly again. "Oh, trust me. I'm just getting started."

Beef wellington, a hearty roast wrapped in mushroom paste and puff pastry, a broccoli and rice casserole smothered in melted cheese, followed by chicken parmesan with noodles covered in marinara sauce, creamy mushroom risotto, beef stroganoff and baked ziti with garlic knots, and spinach salad, chili mac and stuffed bell peppers with black bean salad. Bite by bite, Byleth fed him, her fingers brushing against his lips on occasion. Except for the peppers. Those she stuffed into his mouth whole, like she had done with the cupcakes several days ago. He struggled to chew them down so he could swallow them and Byleth's gaze transfixed on the large lumps rolling down his throat every time he gulped something down. She always took a few bites herself, if only to satisfy her curiosity about how they tasted.

The Hero's belly swelled, a little bit at a time, now resembling a small barrel. Sounded like one, too, sloshing and solid. That fact seemed to amuse his date. She couldn't seem to help herself, giggling as the organ jiggled in her hands, gurgling and bubbling like a distillery. Her fingers sank into the thick layer of fat he had developed over the months since they started this relationship. Her handiwork. Heh.

"Tell me something," he said as her hands paused their exploration.

"Hmm?"

"Does it excite you? My appetite, I mean. Down here?" He drew an oval in the air, encircling her hips.

Her deep, raging blush was all the answer he needed.

"Let me ask you something. Does my cooking excite you?"

He doubted he needed to answer, as she gasped at feeling his arousal beneath her. He felt a heat creep up his own neck, looking away. "What can I say? You sure know how to treat a man."

His response seemed to rekindle her desire to fatten him up. What was she really after? He could only wonder.

She urged him to pick again and he pulled closer a plate of pork belly sliders arranged in a ring at the edge of the plate, each topped with a spoonful of crunchy slaw. The layers of meat and fat were still visible under the crisp, golden sear and glistening savory glaze, and they melted on his tongue, balanced by the sweet tang and bright acidity of the coleslaw. Each sandwich was gone in just a few bites. Harmoniously crunchy, chewy, sweet and savory. In the center of the plate, piles of thinly sliced sweet potato chips, lightly sprinkled with sea salt, surrounded a bowl of pickled peppers. A good kick or crunch was always welcome, no matter what a meal consisted of. He even added some to the last few sliders. That made them even better.

Her choice of herb-crusted salmon meuniere resulted in another instance of her eating most of the dish. It allowed him to feel her belly expand for a change. That wasn’t to say he didn’t have some, too, but she seemed so happy, savoring each bite. Centered on the plate lay a perfectly pan-seared salmon fillet, golden, crispy, and glistening in a drizzle of butter. Chopped parsley and lemon wedges provided freshness and acidity. The buttery crunch of the asparagus both contrasted and complemented, with hints of parmesan and garlic. That, of course, complemented the risotto, velvety and smooth. Its creamy, off-white shade dotted with grated cheese and finely chopped chives created a savory depth of flavor.

He shifted the platter in his hands to free one so he could rest one on the smooth, hearty curve of her belly. Her taut skin stretched over her full stomach, unyielding to his gentle touch. She finished the salmon and passed off the empty platter to their server, relaxing as she looked down at his hands, resting on her hips and abdomen.

"Feels like it's pretty tight in there."

She nodded, glancing again at the table. "I'm trying to save enough room to try everything, but…" she took several deep breaths, "I feel so full already…"

"Hey," he said, his voice soft. "Maybe we should take a break. There's no reason for you to hurt yourself trying to keep pace with me. Besides, I don’t think finishing everything is what's really important about meals like this anyway."

"What is it, then?" she asked, still looking over the feast.

"Sharing them with people you love."

He stopped. Love. Is that what was blooming between them? She had broken off her contemplation of the remaining dishes. He stared into her eyes and saw hints of confusion and insecurity. It made him want to hold her close and kiss her and do anything to make her feel better. But he also saw hope, desire, and… something else.

"I…" She swallowed, blushing. "I was trying to impress you."

His expression softened. "What makes you think you haven't already?"

As she turned back to the table, he felt a tension ripple through her body. "Byleth, are you sure you're okay?"

She gulped, trying to keep her composure. "No," she choked out, her voice cracking, a few tears spilling over.

Drawing her to him, he wrapped his strong arms around her as she buried her face in his chest. He held her as she cried, making soft, comforting noises. "That's it, just let it out."

"You're so strong," she mumbled, snuggling into his broad chest. "So warm." Sigh. "I feel so safe with you, so protected. Just like in my dream..." Her voice trailed off as her breathing began to slow.

Huh. She had a dream about him? He'd have to remember to ask her about that later. She clearly wasn't in the mood to elaborate right now.

And that was okay. 

Her silent tears finally subsided and she began tracing abstract patterns on his bare chest. "Ike?"

"Hmm?"

"Did you mean what you said about sharing meals?"

"Yeah, why?"

"It's just–" she propped herself up on her elbows– "my father said something like that, once." Deep breath. "To be honest, I haven't been eating or sleeping very well since he was killed."

"Huh. I was wondering why your appetites seemed so wildly different," he mused. The Tested Professor's appetite rivaled his, but the Proven Professor never seemed to be as hungry. He figured she had her reasons.

She didn’t respond. Not immediately. Sitting up again, she went back to rubbing his belly. "I feel so much better with you, though." She wet her lips, tracing the rim of his belly button. Ooh… That felt divine. "I love touching you, Ike. And I love being touched by you."

Heh. That was obvious. "Yeah, I figured," he said, inserting a finger into her navel, dislodging a trapped gas bubble.

BUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRP!

She practically deflated as the force belted out of her. What an amazing sound; this one indicating a well-fed woman. "Gods, that felt good." She closed her eyes, sighing. "Thanks, I needed that." Not only did that seem to relieve the pressure in her belly, but also some of the tension from the rest of her body.

"I'll bet. That probably freed up a bit of room, huh?" he asked, patting the mound of flesh at her middle. She nodded.

Another, lighter burp escaped her plump lips as she reached for his next choice: bacon-wrapped meatloaf smothered in a glossy, tangy barbecue sauce, with sides of chunky, loaded mashed potatoes and a pile of sauteed green beans. He held the plate as she cut the loaf into thick slices, revealing a tender, juicy interior speckled with herbs and spices, a nice contrast to the salty crunch of the bacon. A deep bowl of mashed potatoes sat to one side with a swirl of melted butter, topped with cheese, bacon bits, and chopped chives. Bursts of flavor rang from the bits of bacon and the sharpness of the cheddar. Indulgent and filling. A large and shallow bowl held green beans sauteed with bacon and slivered almonds, their crisp but tender texture gave satisfying snaps with each bite. The glistening coat of garlic-infused olive oil complemented the nutty crunch of the almonds and balanced out the richness of the meat and potatoes.

Whoo… That meatloaf went down like a rock.

A heaping serving of 12-layer lasagna was next, oozing a rich marinara sauce and a gooey, melted blend of mozzarella, ricotta, and parmesan cheeses, the very top layer still bubbling. Tangy, creamy. Indulgent. And ever so slightly crispy. The chew of the pasta broke up the smooth of the cheese and tomato sauce with a slight bounce, while notes of basil and oregano infused each bite with an aromatic depth. An entire loaf of soft, crusty bread had been sliced thick, coated in melted garlic butter, and lightly toasted in the oven. Warm and robust and fresh and buttery. Helped clean up the sauce-smeared plate. There was a lot left, after all. The crisp greens of the salad had a refreshing aftertaste, with a medley of romaine, arugula, and baby spinach. Bright red cherry tomatoes burst with juice, thinly sliced radishes had a subtle sharpness, and shaved red onions tingled his tastebuds. There were slices of cucumbers, too, but he missed those until he had taken a bite. It wasn't quite a cleanser, as the light but zesty and sweet lingered on his tongue, but the counterbalance to the heft of the lasagna and garlic bread felt good.

As Byleth discarded the platter, Ike had to pause, pressing his fingers into his flesh just above hers. His stretched and domed belly obscured his view of the professor's softening curves, but with everything he'd packed away 'til now… well, he really only had himself to blame.

His date's attention focused once again on his massive gut, feeling it churn and bubble and digest in her hands. Feeling the meal settle deeper within him. Occasionally, she would lean forward to press her lips into the quivering organ.

"Admiring the view, are you?"

The image of her starstruck eyes and blushing face as she nodded set his heart to pounding and his blood coursing through his veins. It seemed, intentional or not, she had him and his demanding belly completely under her spell. Nodding, she brushed a lock of hair behind her ear. "I…" she swallowed, flushing deeper. "There's just something so… primal about your appetite, the way you devour everything placed in front you, belching shamelessly, how you strut around after a feast with your fat belly on full display…" Biting her lip, she half rose, putting her weight into her massage. The pressure helped him burp out some stubborn gas bubbles. Each belch seemed to give her a kind of release.

As the next half dozen dishes disappeared, she interspersed the food with kisses and helping him burp. Duck confit, jambalaya. UURRRRRPPP! Crunchy beef tacos stuffed with meat, lettuce, and cheese, more noodles in a creamy white sauce, and a spiral-cut honey-glazed ham, heavy and filling. Smooch. There were a couple stuffed acorn squashes, six or eight skewers of uniquely grilled chicken served with a tangy yogurt sauce. GUuUUOooooRRRggLLEeeee. His stomach rumbled, content. He felt so big and beefy and he loved it. The way Byleth looked at him made it clear she loved it, too.

"Keep this up and I may just start calling you 'beefcake.'"

Ike laughed, his vast paunch jiggling at the action. "And I'd probably let you, it is fairly accurate. Besides, I've seen the way you gulp down your beef. It's pretty hot. Makes me wanna feed you some myself."

She looked away. "There's no way I could keep up with a force of nature like you."

"Not at the moment, maybe." He smiled, splaying his fingers across her tight belly. "But stick with me, and you'll be sporting a sizable gut in no time. What do you think?"

"I think I'd like that." She turned back to the table. "What do you want next?"

Well, that steaming chicken pot pie looked pretty good. Sides of roasted sweet potatoes and corn on the cob sat on the same platter. As he broke the flaky crust, its warm, homey scent burst forth, full of buttery pastry, roasted chicken, and the herbal scent of rosemary and thyme. He lifted a spoonful of chicken, peas, carrots, and potato, all swimming in a thick, creamy gravy. A combination of succulent chicken, sweet carrots, and earthy peas blanketed in the herb-infused sauce and the crunch of the crust. The warmth radiated out from his stomach. Comfort in a bowl. The corn on the cob had been lightly grilled, evident by the stripes of char, adding a smokiness that mingled with the sweet of the kernels, enhanced by the generous pat of melted butter and a sprinkle of salt. A nice contrast to the sweet potatoes that apparently had been roasted with a coating of cinnamon and nutmeg, melted to a crisp caramelization. The whole platter reminded him of his mother's cooking, back when he was a child.

Byleth's choice of a cheese platter with artisan bread consisted of slices, wedges, and small rounds of cheese surrounded by sliced meats, fresh and dried fruits, nuts, olives, crackers, jams, nut butters, and fried cheese curds came next. Creamy brie, sharp aged cheddar, a tangy blue cheese, and a nutty gouda. Rustic bowls contained an array of colorful jams including sweet fig, tart raspberry, and a zesty orange marmalade, contrasting the savory cheeses. Small pots contained nut butters of cashew and almond, among others. Thickly cut artisan breads serve as a canvas for endless combinations: crusty sourdough with a tangy bite, a nutty multigrain speckled with seeds gave a hearty chew, and an oil-infused focaccia, soft and pillowy, melted in the mouth. Finally, nestled in the center of the board, fried cheese curds offered a warm crunch, followed by a chewy richness. Giggling, Byleth stuck one in her mouth, then leaned forward so Ike could bite it in half. She pulled away, melty mozzarella stretching between them. The hero couldn’t help but laugh at her antics.

A mound of fluffy rice topped with chunks of chicken stewed in a creamy pale orange curry sauce came next, dotted with fresh parsley and flecks of red chili flakes. He felt the sweetness of the coconut milk and the warmth of the spices. In each bite, he counted lingering notes of lemongrass, ginger, and garlic. The rice absorbed the sauce. Spicy and fluffy. Nice. The diagonal cut of the spring rolls revealed a colorful medley of shredded vegetables–carrots, cabbage, bell peppers–and shrimp, all wrapped in thin rice paper that had been fried to a beautiful golden brown. Sweet, earthy, bright. Crispy. The accompanying sweet chili dipping sauce gave a tangy kick that danced across his tongue.

Next, she placed a basket of crispy fried chicken, fried mac'n'cheese bites, and southern-style biscuits in his hands. Eight pieces, two breasts, two wings, two thighs, and two drumsticks. He laughed as they both chose a drumstick first. "Looks like I'm not the only one who likes food that comes with a handle." He held his out to her. "Cheers?" Giggling, Byleth bonked the two together, before taking a big, hearty bite, the craggy texture yielding to a satisfying crunch, juices dripping from her lips. He absently chewed through his as she devoured hers, cast the clean bone aside, and reached for another piece. He couldn’t help but smile at her voracious manners. She certainly seemed to be enjoying herself. Good. She deserved it. Matching her speed, he gulped down the rest of his pieces, the well-seasoned crust crackling between his teeth. He could pick out the garlic and paprika as he ground the chicken down to sizes he could swallow without worrying about it catching in his throat. Not that that was really an issue. With the chicken gone, Ike balanced the basket on the upper curve of his swollen stomach so he could put his hands on her waist. He couldn't see because of the swell of his belly, but he could clearly feel the bulk of the meal filling out her slender frame. "Well, you certainly went to town on that, didn't you?"

She shrugged, putting her hands on top of his. "Fried chicken and everything it goes with has become one of my absolute favorite meals," she said, picking up one of the macaroni bites and popping it into her mouth.

"Really?" Huh. Good to know.

She fed him bites and biscuits, eating her fair share in between. The rich and creamy cheese sauce and the crunch of the golden crust made for a perfect combination. The blend of sharp cheddar and that fancy sauce whose name he could never remember, oozed its luscious, nutty flavor. Finally, the warm, fluffy biscuits melted in his mouth, their soft, buttery interior released a small cloud of steam when torn open. The sweetness of the honey butter Byleth had slathered them with contrasted nicely with the savory richness of the chicken and pasta. 

Their waiter pulled the last four serving platters to the end of the table where the two heroes could easily reach them. They looked at each other over the expanse of Ike's mountainous belly. "Well," he said, stroking her thighs with his thumbs. "There's only a few left. How're you holding up?"

She eyed the cheesesteak sandwiches on the plate her date had slid onto his open palm. "Not as well as I'd hoped…"

"Hey, remember to pace yourself. We'll have plenty of time to work on your capacity later. Just take as much as you think you can handle."

Nodding, she took hold of one sandwich and tore maybe a third off one end, took a deep breath, and bit into it. Ike picked up the rest of the first and shoved nearly a quarter of what was left into his mouth. The crunch of the toasted roll protected the soft, fluffy interior from becoming too soggy. Piled high with thinly sliced beefsteak, caramelized onions, and topped with melted provolone cheese, delivering a sweet, savory, and sizzling flavor profile that made him moan in pleasure. This was one of his favorite meals. The tender, juicy meat complemented the rich, creaminess of the cheese and the subtle, natural sweetness of the grilled onions. A large pile of onion rings glistened with a light sheen of oil, perfectly fried. A small ceramic bowl held a velvety, off-white, concoction swirling with flecks of vibrant green bringing a cool tang of buttermilk and aromatic herbs. The slightly smoky undertone that came from the coil of orange unevenly mixed into the white danced with the heat of the peppers. The tantalizing aftertaste combined with the crisply addictive nature of the onion rings meant that they didn't last very long. The only things left were the bright and zesty pickled jalapeños, a pop of color with a spicy zest, their tangy flavor building and lingering, tying the whole plate together.

The last entrée on today's menu consisted of macaroni and cheese served in a shallow ceramic bowl speckled with chunks of succulent lobster meat and fresh herbs, dusted with buttery breadcrumbs. To one side, a refreshing arrangement of layered heirloom tomatoes and mozzarella, decorated with sprigs of fresh basil. To the other side, were several vibrant and colorful shrimp skewers, crisscrossed with grill marks, interspersed with crisp zucchini slices, colorful bell peppers, and sweet, acidic pineapple. This time, he decided to feed her a few bites of everything, watching her savor the luxurious experience, the rich cheese sauce complementing the sweetness of the lobster. A drizzle of truffle oil added an earthy aroma. That seemed unnecessary to him, but whatever. He wasn't paying for this anyway. She delicately bit off a couple plump, juicy shrimp and vibrant accompaniments. Rubbing her belly, she munched on thick slices of tomatoes and creamy mozzarella smeared with a balsamic dressing.

Ike handed off the empty platter, then felt his stomach cramp slightly, the oppressive fullness that had been lurking just at the edge of his awareness began to press heavily in on him. Breathing deeply, he could feel the trapped gases moving through him, his gut groaning with the unreleased pressure. It wasn't until Byleth put all her weight into rubbing his belly that it finally came barreling out of him.

“BWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRP!!!!!”

Echoing, unapologetic. Freeing. The sound reverberated off the walls, rippled through his body, and blasted into Byleth's face, blowing her hair back and bringing tears to her eyes. He heard her swear beneath her breath as her cheeks turned a deep crimson. It also brought with it the taste of what was churning away deep within him.

"I'm surprised you haven't set off an earthquake with one of those already."

He patted his belly, his flesh jiggling beneath his hand. "Maybe I have, who knows."

Laughing, she leaned forward for a tender kiss. "What am I going to do with you?"

"Feed me and tell me I'm pretty?" he suggested, grinning at her.

She snorted. "Well, I've already fed you," she crooned, tracing the contours of his face. "And you are very handsome when you're so stuffed and heavy." Then, she kissed him again, her tongue seeking entrance, which he eagerly granted, holding her close and twisting her fingers into her hair.

As they parted, Ike's hands moved down her body to the curve of her hips and rounded buttocks. "You're rounding out nicely, you know that?"

Shyly, she glanced back over her shoulder. "You think so?"

The hero nodded, giving her curves a firm squeeze. "You think you've got room for dessert?"

"Mm… Maybe just a little."

"Heh, good enough for me," he said, smiling. "Now, bring that chocolate cake over here, will you?"

She did, balancing the platter once again on the hero's massive belly. It was a fair-sized cake, round and covered in a glossy, dark chocolate ganache that dribbled down the sides and topped with generous scoops of vanilla ice cream drizzled with strawberry syrup and whipped cream. Ringing the edge, chocolate-covered strawberries sat atop swirls of frosting. The base of the cake had piles of crushed chocolate cookies and bits of candy bars, adding a delightful crunch that contrasted the soft, moist interior of the cake. Byleth picked up one of the strawberries and bit into it, the chocolate shell cracking under the force of her jaws, a burst of juice spattering her lips. Ike followed suit. He enjoyed the combination of tart and sweet, as he wasn't normally a fan of so much sugar, but today was a day of indulgence. The creaminess of the ice cream paired perfectly with the rich cake crumb, just like the chocolate sauce and strawberry syrup. When they finished, both heroes' faces were smeared with chocolate and strawberry and vanilla. Neither of them could help but laugh at the chaos they made.

A half-dozen tartlets, with crusts made from crushed ginger snap cookies that gave a warm, spicy kick, were the last to disappear. All had a domed pear half surrounded by finely chopped pecans and a dusting of powdered sugar, infused with notes of cinnamon, clove, and the fruity tartness and acidity of red wine. Nestled within, a layer of rich, caramelized pecan filling glistened with a syrupy sheen, leaving their lips and fingers sticky. Another dish with a lot of contrast: soft but crunchy, sweet but tart, warm and cooled. Ike and Byleth each had one before the professor fed the rest to the legend, allowing him to suck the dregs from her fingertips.

"You taste pretty good, y'know that?" he asked with his mouth full.

She stared at him, blushing furiously as the hero cradled the rising moon of his taut and bulging stomach. A mischievous smile flashed across her face as he shifted, the weight of all that food sapping the strength from his limbs. "You're such a good boy, y'know that? You may be a beast on the battlefield, but you're little more than a puppy in my hands."

"Hey, it's not my fault you give the best belly rubs. I don’t know how I survived without you."

"Oh, we survived," she cooed, leaning forward for a quick kiss. "But this… this is living."

Yes, she did make him feel alive, much like how he felt when crossing swords with powerful opponents. He sighed, closing his eyes as she dipped her slender fingers into his flesh. The relief was almost immediate. The warmth of her skin, the firmness of her touch, those little grunts she made when she pressed onto him. His belly groaned under her weight, its contents shifting inside him. She even found a few hidden gas bubbles. Burping gave at least as much relief as the belly rubs themselves. Probably more.

As she continued, he couldn't help but think of his mother, and how she used to take care of him when he was a child. She would often warn him against eating too much too fast to avoid a stomachache. Not that he really listened; even as a child, his eyes were bigger than his stomach. He could handle overestimating himself now that he was an adult, and has frequently gorged himself. It felt good to push his limits, having broken several personal records with how much access he had to delicious food. And being with Byleth added an entirely new layer of love and care to the whole ordeal. She was a nice change to Soren's harsh teasing. 

He sighed, closing his eyes. He felt heavy. And not just from the pressure in his gut, the weight of exhaustion, that had been creeping into his limbs for a while, now hit him like a sack of bricks. He was so tired, so very tired as his belly struggled to digest everything.

"Hey, maybe we should get you to bed." Byleth's voice was soft and slightly strained.

"Right," he said. Ugh. He hated to ask her to do anything when she'd already done so much and seemed ready to collapse in bed, but... "Think you could do something for me?"

"That depends."

"Help me up?"

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Byleth had always thought she had a big appetite; she often shared five or six meals a day with various students back at the academy, often one after another and usually resulting in a very round belly, but compared to the Radiant Hero Ike, she ate like a child.

By the blood of the saints, he was huge. She liked huge. She didn't understand. Why was she so turned on by this man's wanton gluttony? She'd watched him devour dish after dish, each bite a testament to his strength and passion, felt his body swell beneath her hands. The look of pride on his face as he let rip belch after delicious belch, smacking his paunch with glee after each one, always made her blush. Even more so when he belched in her face. The stench of his half-digested meals made it easier to imagine being curled up inside him, surrounded by him, a part of him.

She felt hot. It pooled her belly. Or… maybe that was the cake and spiced pear tarts settling… He made her feel so many different things all at once, on top of the banquet they had just consumed. There were too many things going through her head, and her stomach, that she couldn't sort through it all. She felt exhausted. Stuffed. Confused. But she was too distracted to do anything about it; the not-so-subtle curve of Ike's massive gut commanded all her attention. She could feel every gurgle and groan and gas bubble struggle its way through him. She loved hearing him digest. Along with his heartbeat, she could listen for hours, a symphony that always seemed to calm her.

Bones. She felt his body relax under her touch, still churning away. Soft and pliable. A monument to his insatiable appetite. Or, maybe not. His eyes were closed. His breathing began to slow. She gently shook him, suggesting they go back to their room before he falls asleep again. She practically froze when he asked if she could help him up. He seemed hesitant to ask. Probably because he didn't want her to strain herself. He was always so considerate. She knew how heavy he was normally, the memory of him lying on top of her as they kissed earlier gave her goosebumps. That feast likely put at least twenty kilos on him.

"It's okay," he said when she didn't answer. "I can manage." He pushed himself up into a sitting position and scooted to the edge. Taking a deep breath and bracing his hands on his knees, he attempted to rise several times, but couldn’t get enough leverage underneath him.

Byleth stepped forward to offer him her hands. "I can help."

He looked up quickly. "You sure?" he asked, taking her outstretched arms when she nodded. It took all the strength she could muster to haul the stuffed and bloated hero to his unsteady feet. "BBRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPP!!!!"

"Easy there, big guy," she cautioned as she helped him find his new center of balance.

Slinging an arm around her shoulder, he cradled his belly with the other. "Thanks, I might owe you one."

"Don’t be ridiculous, there's nothing to repay." As long as he kissed her later. She took hold of his wrist and put her other arm around his waist as they made their way back to their room, slow and steady.

The heavy wooden door swung open. The same state awaited them as when they left: Byleth's clothes strewn on the still-made bed, Ike's armor stacked in a chair by the window. The rumpled covers of the other bed hung half off the mattress. Ike sat on the edge to remove his boots while Byleth collapsed face-first on the other side. Her stomach protested the sudden movement. She winced.

Ike climbed into bed behind her, tossing her half of the comforter over her bare skin. "Hey, you doin' a'right?"

She whimpered as his strong arms wormed their way around her middle, his gentle fingers cradling the tender flesh of her belly and pulling her onto her side. "I can't believe I ate so much, I'm so full…" Gods, he was so warm.

"And look at you now," he mumbled into her ear, his hot breath teasing the skin of her neck. "So beautifully bloated. So soft and plump." He kissed her shoulder as his large, calloused hands pressed into her stomach. "I'm glad I found someone who shares my love of good food."

"You make it so easy to get carried away, you know."

"Oh? You're not blaming me for your overindulgence, are you?" he asked, a teasing note in his tired voice.

Smirking, she turned onto her back. "Yes, as a matter of fact, I -UUUUUUUUUUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRP!" A sudden and surprisingly robust belch interrupted her playful accusation. "Ooh…" She felt so much better with that out of her system.

Before she knew it, Ike had pulled her onto her other side, his rough lips moving against hers– "'Atta girl–" as he held her to him, their bodies flush with one another, her fingers sinking into the soft padding of his chest.

As he kissed her, she came to realize one undeniable truth: she wanted more. More food. More of him. And most importantly, more of his love. When they broke off, their faces remained mere inches apart, eyes closed, breathing deeply.

"I could get used to this," she sighed into his skin.

His response was slightly slurred, what with him being on the verge of sleep. "Get used to what?"

"This. Us. The way you make me feel. I don’t ever want to lose it. It feels like...like..." She trailed off, unsure of what to compare it to. Was there a single word to describe the way she felt with him? The comfort, the security, the warmth? The acceptance? The love? "It's... I don't know, encompassing?"

Refuge? Solace? Haven? No. None of those seemed quite right…

Ike's half-lidded eyes regarded her. "Like... home?" he suggested.

She stared at him. "Home..." she repeated, trying it out, then burrowed deeper into his embrace. "I like that."

Home. Yes. She liked that very much.

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[vgbellylover]

[NOT MY ARTWORK] Commission from SissuMai

Art I got from @SissuMai on deviantArt back in November.

I just colored it.

I have been given permission by the artist to alter and repost their artwork.

[sleepy-n-thinkin-stuff]

Someone in the discord made a chart comparing Ace's and Deuce's arms and

Ace after Deuce punched him as a joke while laughing

[helpthegremlinisloose]

This gives me so much serotonin

[vgbellylover]

Ace may have the braincells in their relationship, but Deuce has the testosterone.

[twistedtummies2]

Hello! This is not an ask! I just wanted to drop by to say I hope you are doing well. Take care of yourself!

Thank you very much, Anon! This year has been UNBELIEVABLY rough, and today has not been my best day. I am, however, doing my best to soldier through and keep my steam up. <3

[vgbellylover]

This year seems to have been rough on a lot of ppl, myself included.

[twistedtummies2]

Stuffing/ maybe aftercare?? thoughts about Malleus Draconia?

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Not sure what the red ribbon stands for, but I'm gonna lump this Ask in with the Stuffing Rankings. I hope that is acceptable. XD

Bottomless Pit / Gourmet Glutton / Greedy Pig / Healthy Appetite / Pred Specialist / No Way / Who? / No Thanks / Prey Specialist / Fair Feeder / Super Stuffer / Five Star Service / Devoted Servant

As a pred crush, for vore scenarios, Malleus takes top marks without question. He's an uber-powerful dragon-fairy person who canonically can swallow people alive and whole, AND VERY LIKELY HAS. I think that gives him PLENTY of credit on THAT front.

However, I'd say when it comes to stuffing, Malleus more floats around; he's still in the upper portion of the spectrum for big eaters, mind you, but I don't think he's an automatic given for "Bottomless Pit." It depends largely on my mood. In fact, I think that's part of the reason he and Ruggie constantly are vying for second and third place respectively. Both are awesome predators, in different ways, but I think Ruggie I prefer for stuffing, in particular.

This, of course, isn't to say Malleus CAN'T be a great big eater: he does canonically have a pretty big appetite, and some of the things he likes are surprising. (I wasn't expecting him to be a fan of fries and ketchup, for example. XD) So there's definitely room there to imagine the dragon prince stuffed to the gills and needing someone to lovingly tend to his belly. I think Malleus is the type of big eater who eats a lot, and might eat fairly quickly, but is never MESSY about it; he's precise, collected, calm, and even if he starts to feel a little too full or sickly, he tries to keep his composure and ride it out, so to speak. I think he's also the type to be very docile when you give him a stomach rub; sighing blissfully as his belly is tended to, draping an arm over his lover...perhaps letting out a sort of purring noise as he savors their touch, their closeness, how they're so willing to touch the belly of the beast without fear of reprisal... Plus, he IS a dragon, so I imagine his belly would be extra warm to the touch, bubbling like a furnace as the food is stirred around...every knead and caress bringing new gurgles from his gut as he lets out a soft, airy burp and politely apologizes for the rudeness...perhaps smirking a little when he sees the blush that brings to his Child of Man's face. "Mmmmm...thank you for the meal, my darling mortal. You truly know what a dragon needs, hm-hm-hmmm..."

[twistedtummies2]

Malleus for vore rankings

Completely Consume Me | Fucking Devour Me | Swallow Me Whole | Eat me | No Thanks | Who? | God No | Maybe a Snack | Pretty Tasty | Enjoyable Meal | Absolutely Delicious | Hungry Now! | FEED ME

As I've said before, Malleus is pretty much tied with Ruggie as my second biggest crush from Twisted Wonderland, and most definitely IS my second favorite character from the game in general. (On both fronts, he is superceded by Leona Kingscholar in first place.) I love the many facets to Malleus as a character, and the way you can play with different sides of his personality, in terms of kinks.

On the one hand, there's the side of him that's the dragon prince of the fae: descendant of Maleficent, with "all the powers of Hell" on his side, and so forth. I think there's this kind of perception of Malleus as being just a sweetheart, but he DOES have a dark side to his personality: he's possessive, protective, sometimes to a dangerous degree, and he's very, VERY lonely. When you combine that with a TON of power, and the fact he is CANONICALLY both a predator and a big eater, it's not hard to see why that would lead one to some interesting fatal topics. Whether it's focusing on how far he'll go to keep someone with him, or having him devour enemies who would dare to cross him, there's potential.

On the other hand, however...Malleus IS a sweetheart. That's also part of his character. He IS lonely, as I said, and he IS protective/possessive, and those same attributes can be played for in ways that are wholesome as well as depraved. I often feel like Malleus would honestly be THE best boyfriend of the entire main cast: he loves the MC with a fervor none of the others seem to have, and will go to great lengths for them in a way no one else would. He's a gentleman, and he's also frankly adorable: he's so socially inept in a lot of ways that it leads to a lot of fun humor and cute moments. So you can just easily imagine Malleus in safer, sweeter scenarios with this kind of stuff.

Most of the main characters in TW have this kind of balance of darkness and light, but I think Malleus' combo is one of the most interesting to see in action, and it makes him a great subject for writing, both kinky and non-kink-based. I think the main reason Ruggie is such stiff competition for him when it comes to making me blush is because the hyena is a gluttonous piggy who probably has worse breath. If you know me, you understand why that makes for a hard choice. XD

[vgbellylover]

Malleus is absolutely Best Boyfriend.

[vgbellylover]

Also, if you reblog my art and tag it as any variation of mpreg, I will block you, no questions asked. I don't do mpreg. I will never do mpreg. So don't do it if you want access to my blog.

[vgbellylover]

So apparently, it's been a while since I actually opened Tumblr, I had 64 notifs waiting today dating back a month...

[twistedtummies2]

For sentient fat stories where the prey actually enjoys being sentient fat, what do you imagine the experience feels like for them?

Very warm. Welcomingly so. It's like being wrapped up in a big, heavily-padded sleeping bag in the dead of winter. You feel tight and snug and can't really move much, if at all. It's dark (unless the pred allows you to see through their eyes, so to speak), and you can feel every shake, every wobble, every bounce, every ripple of whatever part of their body you've become part of. It's peaceful; you can sense their heartbeat, however distant it may be. Any pressure you feel is like getting a deep tissue massage; it may or may not be painful at first, but it quickly dissolves into delight. Your mind slips in and out from wakefulness to a sort of eternal dream-state, barely cognizant of anything but the beautiful SOFTNESS that completely envelopes you. If you can smell anything, it's intoxicating, and only makes you love it all more. In short, for prey who enjoy being sentient fat (and wouldn't masochistically like something more depraved), it's just pure, happy heaven. <3

[vgbellylover]

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