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(The following story contains male weight gain, food play, BDSM, kidnap, encouragement, and feeder/feedee scenarios. If that's not for you, then go to church or something vanilla dude.
This takes place during and after the events of the One-Piece film GOLD. For a better experience see the film on your local streaming service.
This story is written in collaboration with @bee-wg)
Tesoro
He tried to stand up fast after I told him to follow me out of the cage, but the floor was coated in so much liquid he tripped with his step. That cactus syrup did a number on him.Β
His stomach roars so loudly even I can hear it, but I don't want him leaking his ass pussy juice all over my ship. The smell of it is also strong, a sweet scent that entices me to grab him by the side and take him to my quarters. I resist my urge though.
βWe are getting a bath first, then you can stuff that needy belly of yours,β
βIβve never been so keen to shower before,β
βI have something even better than a shower.βΒ Β
While the idea of seeing his fatten-up body demolish a restaurant menu or two is enticing, I canβt deny the idea of sharing a bath with him sounds way more rewarding. I will see the fruits of my work in all its glory.
He remained restless on the way to the bathhouse.
βIs it close by?β he asked.
βClose enough, why? You don't want to be seen?βΒ
βI don't care about that, I'm just hungry. The sooner we deal with this the better,βΒ
βDon't worry, after this, we will have a proper meal,β
When we got to the bathhouse, he went straight to the changing rooms. He started to strip right there and there, with no snarky remarks or questions. He just went with it. The guy was hungry, that's for sure.
He speeds for the water right after the last of his clothes hit the floor. I saw him jumping into the water, splashing everywhere while I removed the rest of my clothes.Β
When I entered the water, he was standing up to leave.
βThat was refreshing, now to the restaurant,β
I grab him by the side and throw him back into the water.
βYou haven't bathed in weeks, clean properly, you pig,β
βPfft, fine. I thought you wanted me to be a pig,β he said before diving into the water.
He re-emerges shortly after, floating lazily with his eyes closed. I move closer to him while he relaxes, and I take my time marveling at his body after almost two weeks in the cage.Β
Where there used to be abs, there now lies a belly that floats over the water. It spills to his sides, taking up more of his frame. I'm hypnotized by it, slowly rising with every breath he takes.
The definition on his arms and legs banished, leaving supple thick sacks of meat decorated by stretch marks.Β
And yet the one thing that keeps growing bigger than anything is his tits. As big as they were already, from the muscles that he worked for years, they now ballon with a thick layer of fat. They led his step, weighed down by their sheer size, but now they fighting for space with his belly above the water.Β
He must have gained at least fifty pounds, mostly focused on his chest and ass, a few days of indulgence, and nobody will be able to tell he ever set foot in a gym.
My eyes go to his dick still in its cage, and I wave my hands to take back the ring for now.
He stirs from the movement and looks down to find his released privates.Β
βAre you going to give me my dick back?β
βYou donβt use it anyways, but yes, you can clean it up better this way,β
He smiles at me and sinks back into the water. I immediately pulled him out and said, βYou are not allowed to cum. If I see you trying to, I will get you back in the cage with human portions for real,βΒ
βOkay,β he said with a blank face.
To anyone else, he is acting as always, but that glimpse of fear was clear as day for me.Β
I released him from my grip, and he continued to soak in the warm water.Β
βHow is Luffy and the crew doing?β He asked.
I was surprised he hadn't asked earlier. The straw hats have remained busy thanks to the several missions my team had saved for them.
βThey are in Zou. No matter what we ask of them, they keep getting into deeper problems,β
βAnd-?β
βAnd then we lost communications with them. Someone forgot to feed the Den Den Mushis,β
βBut they were okay?β
βOf course, besides they are the Straw Hats, they will be fine,β
He looked at me inquisitively and sighed.
βThey are a handful, but I'm sure they will be fine.β
I have no clue if the Straw hats are even alive or not, but this will keep him calm in the meantime.Β
βCould you help me wash up my back?β I said.
He looked back at me and replied with squinted eyes, βCan't you wash yourself with your golden hands or something?β
βI don't have golden eyes on my neck. Come on, I will help you afterward.βΒ
βUggh Fine,β he said.
He moved behind me fast. I don't know what surprised me more, his speed even after gaining so much weight or the fact he moved this fast to scrub my back.Β
He stays behind me silently. Most likely admiring my wide, muscular build, then he says, βHow did you get that star mark?β
This son of a bitch.
βNot everybody knows I came from poverty. I worked myself to the bone to get this far, and that star is the mark that shows Iβve been reborn,β
βI prefer to remember my mission through the scars of battle, but this is also cool,βΒ
His movements are slow and deliberate, scrubbing carefully around the area of the scar. He is transfixed by it, and weirdly, I appreciate this reaction. The scar was there to cover a story of shame and abuse, but he is looking at it with reverence.Β
Once he moves lower on my back, I can feel his touch change. It lingers longer on my skin, allowing himself to explore the definition of my muscles.
There is an element of conquest in making another man desire you, to crave you in a carnal way. For me, the idea of someone as prominent as Roronoa Zoro, the pirate hunter, the second in command to the Straw hats, reduce to a hedonistic pig that only craves my cock is the ultimate sexual conquest. If he hadn't met me, he might have been a dominant partner. That's why this is the highest testament of my ability to corrupt and please anyone I set my eyes on.Β
When heβs done, I turn around offering to clean his back. He accepts, and I admire the subtle ring of fat that his chest forms toward his back, it lightly touches his arms in a soft embrace. His rolls are starting to form, pulling down at the base of his back. His flesh molds to my touch, while I run my hands around them. I squish the tender fat and he jolts for a second, as I continue to rub his skin he relaxes letting me continue. These soft rolls of fat might be subtle now, but not for long, pig.Β
His breath is laborious as he leans back against my embrace. He is enjoying the attention, allowing me to indulge and all I wonder is, how far can I go, how far will he let me push? My first instinct is to grab his side and shake the supple flesh, feel its jiggle under my fingers as he holds a moan that makes my dick stir to life.Β
I could go further, push him to what I know we both want. It's evident by the smell of the thick liquid emanating from his ass, the smell even here is strong enough to make my body heat up. But there is still more for him to learn before we cross that bridge, the last thing I need is to mess things up if he gets scared from a rushed opportunity.
Grabbing a bucket I splash his back with water and he turns to look at me, his eyes are flooded with need. For almost a week he has been needing release and soon enough I will give it to him. For now, we get out of the bath, dry up, and start to change. I got him a bigger size of the green crop top and sweatpants he had worn before.
"Were you trying to make me do sex back in the cage?" He asked as he put on pants
I couldn't contain my laughter as I replied, βYou are really the most innocent man I know, Roronoa Zoro, how could any of that be sex?β
βBecause it's supposed to feel good and I cummed.β
βOnly you would conclude anything that feels good and leads to cumming would be sex,β
βThen what was it?β
βIt's how real men release stress, usually people learn when they're teenagers."
βI was busy learning how to be the greatest swordsman in the world,β
βThat's why you've always seemed so stuck up. At least you're more familiar with it now.β
He looked at me, finished dressing up,Β waiting for me to do the same. While I button my shirt he asks, βCan you hurry up, I'm starving here,βΒ
βDon't rush so much pirate hunter, I will make it up to you for the wait,β
We got into the limo and drove to the Golden Pearl. When we entered the VIP section Zoro sat at the same table we used the first time we came. He is a man of habit, I will give him that.Β
The waiter takes our order and we wait for the food to arrive. In the meantime, Roronoa attacked the basket of shelled nuts that was placed at our table. At the start, he bit the shells and spit them out as soon as the center was consumed, but as the basket drained he spent more time playing with the shells in his mouth. Could he have an oral fixation?Β
When the food arrives he goes to town, eating everything in front of me, while before I had to encourage him to indulge he now takes the wild in the gluttony. Belches, groans, moans, and whimpers for more food, become the only sound emanating from this room until Roronoa eats the last plate of food. He seemed to forget that I was even here.
βI ordered something you might like,β
βWhat would that be?β
βDessertβ
βAnd what type of dessert?β
βIt's mochi, a new recipe that one of our chefs engineered. It holds its texture and flavor for hours,β
βIs that even possible?β
βEverything is possible with money!β I shout enthusiastically.Β
βEverything except making you discreet,β he said.
He lay on his chair, resting a hand over his belly, and waited for the dessert to arrive.Β
Minutes later, the waiter came back with the plates. Both our plates have a ball of colorful smoke swirling slowly. The smoke is kept in place by a bubble that the waiter pops with a needle once I signal her. The fumes pours out, revealing the mochi inside.Β
Roronoa remained bored on his side of the table until the aroma enticed him. The cloud carries the scent of strawberry, cherry, pineapple, watermelon, and more, all in a fruit punch of sorts.Β
βGood presentation, isnβt it?β
βItβs interesting,β he replied.
He keeps trying to play cool, but I can see him swallowing the drool that pools from his mouth.
βThis smoke is just for show. Itβs a mix of all the flavors the mochi could have, every piece has a different set,β
βA different set? Shouldn't it be one per piece?β
βGive it a try and see for yourself,β I reply, biting on the mochi.
βThe flavor changed,β he said, surprised.
βEvery so often, the flavor of the mochi will change. Try to guess each flavor while you eat it.β
His chewing sped up, savoring the soft texture. We stayed there for a while, allowing Roronoa to point out some of the scents in the food. Once his stomach wasn't as full we moved out of the restaurant.
His demeanor is calm during the drive back to my office. He continues to chew on the mochi, his head facing the buildings outside. He is so quiet for once, you could think he is sleeping.
βsnore. . .munch. . .snore.βΒ
Wait a minute, I touch his shoulder to see the bastard is asleep, how is he still chewing into the mochi? Is his oral fixation this strong?
βI didn't expect you to enjoy it this much,β I said quietly.Β
Zoro
At some point on the drive back to his office, I fell asleep, the mochi still fresh in my mouth. I'm impressed with how it retains the same texture since dinner. The flavors it had so far were mostly fruit-based, cherry, and melon, but when we entered the building, it started to change again into matcha.Β
When we entered his office, I noticed something sitting at the corner of the room. He walked to his desk and started to work while I stood there waiting.
βArenβt you going to put me back on the wall?β
βDo you want to get back in the wall so soon? I thought you would enjoy to use your legs for a little longer,β
βCut the crap, you know what I mean.β
βI wanted to reward you since you finally admitted your true nature.β
βThe best reward you can think of is not torturing me as much.β
βWould you rather be in the wall?β
βI didn't say that.β
βPerfect, I also got you a new bed, you can sleep there instead of the wall,β
He pointed at the thing resting on the corner. I approached it, and any expectations I had were thrown out the window. It's a plush dog bed the size of a futon.
βYou couldn't give me a futon like any normal person?!β I shout.
βThis is more in line with you, now be grateful for my generosity and be quiet,β
I am about to retort when he spits his mochi into the baggage bin under this desk.
βWhy did you spit it out?! Mine is still feeling fresh,βΒ
βOf course it does. It's supposed to last over eight hours, but I can't wait for that long, and I would choke if I tried to swallow it whole. So the best thing is to get rid of it now,β
He could have given it to me instead of eating it halfway. What a waste.
I throw myself on the dog bed and leave him to work. The bed was so fluffy on my back. I won't say it out loud to him. It's already embarrassing enough that I had to admit I'm a pig, to now also admit I like the dog bed.
While I try to get a nap, another problem becomes apparent. Ever since Tesoro removed the cage, I've been fighting my lust, but my dick hasn't gotten the message. Even when the beads are standing still, when the only food in my mouth is the mochi and my nipples are left alone, my dick remains rock hard, tenting my pants and leaving a dark spot of precum.Β
My hands drift inside my pants, now saturated with butt juice, drawing closer to my butt cheeks. My ass has also been on overdrive, gushing more liquid as the itch inside me continues to grow. Even when I'm off the wall and out of that damned cage, Iβm tormented by this. At least Iβm not being starved to death.
Iβll have to take my hands out of my pants, or else I might lose control and cum in front of the golden perv. His threat is still fresh in my head to just ignore it.
βYou are not allowed to cum. If I see you trying to, I will get you back in the cage with human portions for realβ
Fucking bastard. I can't just go back to the cage. I try to keep my mind focused on the mochi, drawing more of the flavor, ignoring my aching dick. But each bite makes me feel more in need. Fuck what is wrong with me?
βYou seem to be pretty frisky,β
βIt's all your fault,β
βIs that so?β
βOf course, you got me hooked in all types of weird shit to now leave me hanging,β
βI just showed you stuff everyone already knows. You are the one who can't get enough of it. Let's get you a massage, maybe that will help you relax,β
βWait, you are just trying to get me back in the cage.β
βWhat? No, why would- β
He sniffs the air for a second and starts laughing, βAre you so pent up you fear of cumming from the massage?β
βAnyone would be like this after having that cock cage for five days,β
βNo, you are like that because your needy dick is just like its owner, it has no satiation,β
I grit my teeth with anger, not only because he is right, this is my fault, but also because If I take his offer, I risk going back to hell. I've been craving those massages for a while now, and this bastard must imagine as much. He is just playing with me after all.
βWhat about this, if you cum because of me, I won't punish you,β
βWon't count if the massage table makes me go over the edge,β
βIt does count if I'm the one who does the massage, besides I think you need more than the massage to cum at this point.β
Unfortunately, he has a point. The last days in the cage proved that I needed more than one type of stimulation to cum. Even in that, my body has turned greedy.
βFine, let's get this over with.β
With a snap of his fingers, the massage table appears from the floor. The arms are nowhere to be seen.Β
βYou haven't had a massage in a while, you must have a lot of stored tension,β he said.
While I started to undress, my eyes caught Tesoroβs shirt and jacket flying across the room to his desk. When I'm done, I see his shirtless body beside the table, taking away his rings.
βWhat are you doing?β I ask.
βI'm getting ready for the massage. What does it look like?β
βYou know what I'm asking!β
βOh right, you are a poor ignorant pig. Most masseurs use their whole bodies to relieve tension, of course, the table can only use its arms, so get ready for the real deal,β
I roll my eyes and get in position over the table.
He puts the same oil I got used to, but as soon as his hands touch my skin, I notice the difference from the golden hands.Β
His warm hands move firmly over my feet and calves, releasing all tension. As he goes up to my thighs, he says, βThese are bigger now. Is that because of the squatting on the dildo, or from all the food you guzzled at the trough?β
I try to reply, but he grips my thighs, and I have to close my mouth to hold a moan.Β
βI can't even close my hands around them. Just imagine how much they will grow if you keep eating like that, pig,β he said, gripping my thigh.
The grip on my flesh is strong, rubbing along my leg, slowly moving up until he gropes my asscheeks. He slaps one of them before applying pressure in circles.
I yelp before he says, βAnd these two, they have fattened up nicely. It must be from all the time you spent sitting on your ass, eating like there was no tomorrow. They already looked great when I saw you hunched over the trough, but now they are even better,β
The more he plays with them, the more I feel the held-back energy in me rising, my penis continues to leak against the table while Tesoro adds, βMaybe this is why your butt has been so hungry for attention, It's grown so much it has an appetite of his own,β
He moves up my lower back leaving my asshole alone Damn it! It does crave more attention. Why am I like this?
Suddenly he climbs over me, his legs at the sides of the table with his pelvis resting over my ass.
βWhat are you doing? You are going to crush me!β I say, feeling the weight of his body.
βI have easier access to your back muscles and stop complaining. I know you are loving it from how much you are leaking,β
βThat doesn't mean anything,β
βIt does, just like a dogβs tail when it's happy, you leak profusely the more excited you get. You can't deny it when it's gushing out of you this much,β he says, slapping my butt again.
I can feel him again groping my ass, and the next time he touches my skin, I hear the splash of liquid against my back.
βDid you hear that? All of that was your butt's juice,β
Before I could reply, his elbow crashed against my spine. I feel a crack when his full body applies pressure on me. A wave of stress leaves me, and I can feel my body melting under his weight.Β
The motions are so strong it makes my body rub against the table, teasing my nipples and cock. Every time he leans forward, I can feel his bulge rubbing against my ass.
βYou have a nudge of tension here, or is it just a fat roll? I'm not too sure,β he says, grabbing my belly by the sides.
βIt does feel like fat to me, doesn't it pig?βΒ
He leans in closer to my head as he continues to grope and jiggle my flesh. I bite on the mochi, focusing on the flavor and texture, but his words ring in my head all the same.
βYou are a natural pig after all. This new flesh must feel good. All of it was made from pleasure, meant to give pleasure,β he says.
He continues to explore my body from behind. Resting more of his body against mine. He gropes my chest, saying, βAnd these jugs, ready to be milked! they are so fat and juicy, Do you have any idea how they bounce as you walk?β
His fingers flicker the stamps on my nipples, and I moan deeply.
βYour nipples seem bigger. Who would have thought they would adapt so well to the nipple stamps,β he says before he pulls on them.
I huff for air after a loud moan escapes me. He removes his hands from my chest, moving away from me before rubbing his palms over my neck. My body is almost at the tipping point when he moves his hands lower on my body. He parts my butt cheeks, and I feel his fingers teasing my entrance.Β
βYour pussy is so lubricated, it doesn't mind me just entering,β
βPussy? what are you talking ab-?β
My words were cut short when his fingers entered me in a single shove. I felt the shot of pleasure making me see white.
The cold touch of the golden hands pales compared to this. I whimper, feeling the need for him to go deeper, to scratch that itch in the deepest of my being.
While the golden hands massaged me, slowly pushing against the flesh like a simmer. Tesoro goes for a more aggressive approach, going straight to boil. His fingers go in and out of me, taking their time rubbing the deepest point inside of me.
I feel my ass contracting against his fingers, yearning for him to touch more, to go deeper, to make me cum sooner. My brain starts to go haywire, looking for the chance to cum, and before I notice, my ass is pushing back against his hand.
Suddenly, he stops and I continue to push myself until he says, βTell me you want it,β
I'm brought back to reality with that, and I chew on the mochi as I try to fight the need. But I can feel his fingers so close to the point that makes me jolt with pleasure, if he just pushes just a little more, I would cum. So, in the silence of the room, with no other witness but ourselves, I said, βPlease, make me cum,β
At that, he immediately assaulted my ass like nothing ever before. I yelled as his fingers ravaged that spot, rubbing aggressively. The flood of heat from my ass and the flavor in my mouth were too much to take. It doesn't take long for me to feel my balls rise and my ass clench as I cum against the table.Β
Between mouthfuls of mochi, my moans flew out. They were so loud and deep that I wasn't sure if someone could hear them outside the room.
When my body finishes trembling from the pleasure, he pulls out of me.Β
βLet me know whenever you need help, and I can give you another one of those,β he said as he licked his fingers and moved away from the table.
My body feels so relaxed, so empty of all worries or stress, that I end up falling asleep at the massage table. When I wake up, Tesoro is already cleaned up and back in his usual clothes.
βFinally awake, I thought for a second that you would sleep there for the rest of the night,β he said.
βOf course not, I still have to finish my mochi,β I replied.
I see Tesoro left a towel beside the massage table, using it to clean the excess oil off my body. I put my clothes back on and drop on the dog bed.Β
I spent the rest of the night chewing on the mochi, my mind lingers on the reality of my situation. My body has gotten used to the constant barrage of stimulation, the release of energy, and the touch of the miserable golden bastard.Β
Every second of it makes me seethe with anger, but what irritates me the most is how much my body craves it.Β
I have allowed my stomach and dick to take control of my decisions. At least I can keep some pride in winning Tesoro's challenges. Eventually, I fell asleep, waiting for him to finish whatever he was doing.
My eyes open, and I see the floor moving underneath me. As my eyes refocus, I see Tesoro is carrying my limp body over his shoulder. But I'm so tired, my eyes close again thinking it must be a dream of sorts.
When I open them again I'm back on the dog bed, but looking around me, I notice this is no longer Tesoroβs office. The golden finger did move me.
βWhere did you take me? isn't it late already?β
βWe are in my quarters,β he said calmly.
A part of me was annoyed at his audacity, but the bed was fluffy and my eyes were heavy. So I decided to worry about this tomorrow. As I continued to chew on my mochi, I leaned my head against the plush of the bed and let sleep take over. After so many restless nights in the cage, I can finally have a good night of sleep again.
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You waddle around in public and people double-take. It makes me smile. I must be doing a good job encouraging your appetite.
For us, it's normal. In fact, in our world, you could be even fatter. You're really just a work in progress.
But in public? Teenagers film on their phones as they laugh. People mutter insults under their breath and glare.
My instinct is just to love on you in public the same way I do at home. Why wouldn't I?
You need to sit to catch your breath? I'll sit beside you; my hand on your belly, my perverted grin piercing your periphery.
If someone gives us a dirty look? Lucky for us, I have resting bitch face. If anger is my default expression, imagine the intensity when I'm trying to defend my beautifully fat partner.
Yes, in our fetish, there can be a significant percentage of it occurring behind closed doors. But, you can't just lose the weight you've accumulated behind those doors.
You need to live it.
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Most sexual desires can be hidden.
Oh you're into being tied down? Eventually the ropes will be untied.
You're into feet? Everyone has them.
You're into BDSM? Well, okay, there can be scars left behind. But, it's not something you can't hide in public.
But, if you're into gaining and gluttony and fattening. The results of your desire can't really be hidden - they don't go away.
You have to deal with coworkers, friends, family... even acquaintances... who notice how big you're getting. What do you tell them? You're just enjoying your appetite? Your metabolism dropped? Whatever excuse you use, you secretly wish you could just say, "I love how big I'm getting. I'm working towards gaining more. I'm happy."
You also have to deal with buying new clothes as you outgrow your old ones. Do you buy the same things in bigger sizes? Or do you try new styles?
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You have to deal with your world becoming smaller around you.
That booth at your favorite restaurant? You're going to outgrow that as well. Do you adapt, and sit at a regular table with a chair? Or do you decide not to go there anymore?
The doorways off your hallway have become tighter. Do you call a contractor and expand the doorways? Or do you decide those rooms aren't worth going into anymore?
The stores you used to buy clothes from. They no longer carry your size. Do you find another store online? Or do you decide to exist in a natural state in your home? Maybe only investing in a bathrobe?
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The results of our level of indulgence in a fat and gaining positive relationship can't be hidden. And the least I can do is make sure that you have everything you need.
If what we do behind closed doors can't be hidden as you go to work the next day... you should at least be spoiled when you return home.
I will adapt to what you want. I will support you. You will never feel an uncomfortable level of embarrassment if you keep it in mind that you're coming home to me.
Home is safe. And I'll be there to feed you and love you and spoil you. Other's opinions are irrelevant, as long as you're satisfied and happy.
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