I Like Men

I can’t decide if I like the sketch better lol

The circus was rather dimly lit tonight, an attempt on Ca1ne's behalf to mimic a day and night cycle. It sort of worked; it was better than the constant blinding vibrancy that the players had become accustomed to. There lied an impressive pillow fort, situated not far from the large stage. Inside the fort were K1nger and Qu3enie, they had been cuddled up together. The pair lay against a pillow-cushioned corner with their gloved hands intertwined. K1nger's eyes began to droop slightly; it seemed like he was about to fall asleep at any moment. The steady soft breathing of his dear wife next to him always puts him at ease. While they technically didn't need to breathe per se, it felt nice to do so regardless. It brought the comforting yet faraway memory of their previous humanity.

guooarr...

A small gurgle emits from the king chess piece's body, interrupting his wistful thoughts. Qu3enie huffs a gentle laugh as her disembodied hand glides toward his middle, around where a stomach would normally be.

"I suppose it's about time we eat something."

Her hushed voice sounded like smooth honey, something K1nger would often compliment her on. He lets out a half chuckle while bashfully averting his gaze.

"Heh, yeah. You're probably right."

Another growl vibrates through his digital form as if agreeing with him. Qu3enie closes her eyes for a moment, her brows creased in concentration. Like a magic trick, a smorgasbord of snacks popped into existence and littered the floor of their pillow fort. There was quite a selection of pretzels, crackers, chips, and even some chocolates.

"Wow," K1nger whispers, "You're really getting the hang of this whole conjuring thing, huh?"

Qu3enie blushes and waves her hand dismissively. She then reaches for one of the numerous bags of chips, specifically choosing her favorite: honey barbecue flavor. As she brings a chip to her wooden face, it disappears into thin air with a crunch. It's strange eating without a mouth, but somehow it works. Anything is possible in this digital world after all. Noticing Qu3enie's expectant gaze, K1nger picks a snack for himself. He chooses a box of cheese crackers of some sort; the name sounds familiar, but he can't quite put his finger on it.

The two chess pieces continue cuddling, now with the inclusion of brushing crumbs off of each other. An idea comes to Qu3enie as her hand drifts down to grab another chip. She holds up to K1nger's "mouth" instead. He simply eats it from her hand without a second thought. It's a short-lived wholesome moment until he realizes what had just happened; his pale face blushes a light pink. Satisfied with the response, Qu3enie then reaches her hand into K1nger's snack box and fishes out a cracker. She lifts it towards him just like before, and K1nger obliges once more, albeit with a grain of hesitation. This pattern goes on for a while longer; a snack is presented to his nonexistent lips, and he takes it eagerly. He's never been taken care of quite like this. It isn't until Qu3enie's fingertips grasp emptiness before it dawns on them that the box has been eaten completely. They both exhale an awkward laugh as she sets the box aside.

"Are you still hungry, my love?" She looks at him with utterly love-struck eyes. Admittedly, he was feeling a little full, but it was impossible to resist when she looked at him like that.

K1nger rests a hand on his tummy. "I-I suppose I could go for more."

That was all the confirmation she needed before grabbing the bag of pretzels and popping them open. This time, she held out two pieces for him. He readily gobbles them both at once and chews tentatively, savoring the salty taste. He swallows bite after bite as a fuzzy warm feeling wraps around him like a hug.

Guuoarourr~

The sound of K1nger's stomach echoes in the fort again. It sounds pleased with the generous amount of offerings. His tummy was now pleasantly full; the weight felt nice and comfy. Qu3enie, however, continued to feed him, despite his tummy's quiet protest. She was determined to feed him until the bag had been emptied. When such a thing happened, K1nger quickly brought up a closed fist to his face. A muffled rumbling noise escaped from behind his hand. He couldn't just belch outwardly in front of her like that; it's rude. At least that's what he thought.

Qu3enie giggled under her breath. "Sweetheart, you don't need to stifle yourself. We ARE married after all, or did you forget again, sillyhead? Let yourself be comfortable, dear." Her calming tone immediately put him at ease. He lets his shoulders fall and lays back into the pillows. Qu3enie's gaze travels from the rise and fall of his chest to his now happy belly. Impulse takes over as she places a delicate hand on said belly. It gurgles contently under her palm as she roams her fingers across the area. K1nger can't contain the shuddered breath that escapes, flustered by such gentle yet intimate touch. There's a strange overwhelming feeling that makes his digital heart race in a feverish manner. Arousal—it finally clicks in his mind; he's aroused. By what exactly? He's still figuring that out. Nothing in particular occurred for this excitement to arise except...the feeding. Was he turned on by his wife hand-feeding treats to him? No, that couldn't be, could it?

Qu3enie sees the contemplative look in K1nger's eyes and slows her caresses to a stop.

"Is something wrong, dear? You look...pensive. What's in that head of yours?"

He was caught a bit off guard; he hadn't realized that his thoughts had been showing in his expression.

"Ah, um. It's just uhh…" Words failed him. How was he supposed to construct a sentence while his heart pounded so intensely? A deep inhale followed by an even deeper exhale helped to settle the rattling in his brain.

"I-I think I...like this. Um, specifically what we were doing, y'know...the...f-feeding." His voice trailed off at the end into a barely audible mumble. Qu3enie's eyebrows rise for a moment before sliding back to normal. She unconsciously traces tiny circles with her thumb, still resting on his surprisingly soft belly. There's a short period of silence as K1nger is frozen like a deer, awaiting her response to his rather embarrassing confession. He clears his throat to break the tension before it gets to be too suffocating. It seemed to snap Qu3enie out of whatever thoughts had her staring intently at nothing. Realizing that he was still expecting her feedback, she takes the time to look directly into his brilliant ocean-colored eyes. His gaze remains downcast and avoidant. A gentle hand moves to touch the side of his face.

"Look at me, dear." She says tenderly. K1nger swallows thickly before glancing at his wife. Her expression radiates immense compassion that makes it nearly impossible to look away. He can see her saccharine smile, even through her mouthless avatar. The rigid nervousness in his body melts away as his own expression softens.

"I-I'm sorry. If that's, um, too weird, I understand—" A finger quickly comes up to his face, shushing him.

"I didn't say it was."

"Huh?" K1nger flushed a bright pink.

"I don't mind it. A-Actually, if I'm being honest, I... liked it too?" She giggles awkwardly; it was always cute when she did that.

K1nger could only sputter half-baked words while his brain tried to make sense of this unexpected turn of events.

"Y-You wh- you y-you, huh? Wha—What d'you—w-what? I—UM—" Qu3enie leans forward suddenly to clunk her head against his as a makeshift kiss in order to shut him up.

"I'm ok with it, as long as you're ok with it." Her honey-like voice echoes inside K1nger's frazzled mind. There's not a hint of insincerity when observing her golden brown eyes. He leans into her affectionately. Only one question remained: what now? Qu3enie seemed to read his exact thoughts like an open book.

"If you're feeling up to it, maybe we could keep going? Of course, you don't have to if you don't want to. It's up to you, dear."

"Eheheh, yeah. What's a few more? It's not like we can gain weight in here." The very idea tingled in the back of his mind. Qu3enie notices this, of course, and can't help but tease.

"We'll see about that." She pats his tummy appraisingly. "Maybe it's only a matter of time before you start widening out. Maybe you'll even get a cute pudgy belly, all the more for me to love."

K1nger's brain practically short-circuits from the overwhelming adoration. The thought of getting fat because of his dear wife spoiling him was exhilarating. He had to suppress a deep moan. Qu3enie slides her warm hands down K1nger's shoulders and chest, all the way down to his belly, and gives it a playful squeeze. The noise that escapes his throat is utterly sinful. Her touch quickly becomes addictive as delicate fingers knead into his gut. It had gained some softness after eating all those snacks. Without him noticing, Qu3enie gently presses a chip to his "mouth".

"Come on, dear, eat up for me."