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Riku had spent the last minute staring as he walked beside Sora who marched on seemingly without a care in the world, his hands behind his head in a relaxed fashion that showed off his new physique.

How couldn’t Riku stare, especially considering it wasn’t long ago when Sora was a good few inches shorter than him and far more twiggy to boot. Now the brown-haired dork was easily a head taller than Riku if not a bit more, and with enough beef on his body to make Riku feel quite small indeed.

Yet it wasn’t muscle Sora had gained, far from it. Riku couldn’t help but watch Sora’s stomach bounce and wobble in front of his friend for every step, bulging out over a foot before him in a ball of pure blubber, his underbelly jiggling tantalizingly and hanging a bit over his waistband while a thick spare tire spread around Sora’s sides into a pair of incredibly meaty and tempting love handles that muffined out heavily over the top of his tight pants, widening out Sora considerably along with the extra pair of rolls above his handles, forcing his tight shirt to rest on the upper part of his fat gut.

Not that it gave the material much in the way of reprieve as Sora’s formerly small, if trim chest had ballooned out into a pair of moobs that were easily more than a handful each, the two sacks of flab having taken to resting atop his gut at all times, wobbling in sync with the belly underneath them as they stretched out Sora’s shirt even further, the fabric making the shapely breasts quite visible. The only relief the garment got was from being a sleeveless shirt which left Sora’s thick, fat, ham-like arms revealed for the world to see, almost being thicker around than Sora’s waist previously was.

He let his childhood friend’s voice wash over him as his eyes lowered, biting his lip a bit at the way Sora’s ass was straining his pants tremendously. While Sora seemed to harbour a bit more weight in his torso than his lower body, that did in no way mean he was small down there.

His hips were wider than Riku could have ever imagined he’d see on the spiky-haired tease, the more than plump sides combining with his ass taxing the belt he was still wearing for some absurd reason, as Riku was more than certain that his pants could hold themselves up simply by the sheer size of Sora’s ass. If not for that, then certainly because of his tree trunk like thighs that were rubbing together as he semi-waddled forwards, the tiny belts that ornate the leggings seemingly ready to snap at any moment as Sora’s chunky thighs bulged over and under them, almost demanding more space to grow.

‘He’s already so huge,’ Riku thought to himself, swallowing heavily as Sora stretched, his stomach pushing out even further, his shirt sliding up even more, as a grunt of satisfaction left him at the apex of his stretch, ‘and it happened so quickly too, he’s way taller and fatter than is normal, yet he want to eat more and potentially get fatter…’

“Hellooooooo, Earth to Riku~” Came the sing-songy voice from Sora as he waved his hand in front of Riku’s face, the infuriating, teasing smirk he had bore basically the entire way still resting easy on his face, accentuating his round cheeks and double chin slightly. “I guess I shouldn’t be surprised about you zoning out, since I know you’ve got a massive thing for how I look now~”

“I-” He coughed, cursing his pale complexion as it made every miniscule blush he got all the more noticeable, especially if Sora’s snickers were anything to go by. “I was just wondering how you got, well, this big so quickly?” Damn his trembling voice, revealing the interest he was trying to keep hidden.

“Oh, that’s actually Vanitas’ fault.” He grabbed his gut and shook it, grinning at the way Riku’s eyes followed the wobbling mass as if hypnotized. “He gave me a cake he had gotten from Wonderland, so I thought I’d join him in having some silly fun with the magical food they have there.”

A growl sounded from his barely calmed down stomach, and his grin took on a more hungry quality, eyes going to the side and roving over the restaurants that lined the streets. “But he had actually twisted the magic a bit. Instead of me just growing massively tall, it instead helps me in growing in whatever way I want.” He started walking again, his eyes settled on an all-you-can-eat area as Riku trailed along with his mouth gaping in shock. “To work though the magic needs a bit of energy, and well, what better way to get energy than to eat?”

“S-So you… Wanted to e-end up like this?” Riku asked, tongue barely working as his blush and increasing arousal stole his brainpower. He let out a yelp as Sora slung his fat arm around Riku’s shoulders again and pulled him against his adipose-riddled body, Riku’s hands automatically rising to squeeze the belly.

“Kinda, but I dunno,” Sora whispered into his ear, his breath tickling Riku’s lobe and sending the most embarrassing, aroused shiver down his spine, “I think I’m still a bit small in a way, don’t you agree?”

“Yeah, I want another round if you don’t mind! I’ll have an extra large of the first one, two double-big bowls of the third one, and just gimme all the dessert you’re willing to give, thanks~”

This was it, Riku was officially going to die here, and it was all Sora’s fault.

He had been watching his previously twink-like, shorter childhood playmate for the last who-knows-how-long do essentially nothing but eat, eat and eat. Wedged between the wall and his now extra big, extra fat, extra gluttonous friend, Riku had seen meal after meal disappear down Sora’s throat and into his gurgling, groaning gut, small moans and hums of appreciation leaving Sora as he gorged on the veritable feast he was ordering as his thick, chunky arms jiggled with every forkful and spoonful and plate and bowl of food he brought to his greedy maw, his double-chin jiggling at the near constant deluge of food.

The now shorter one between them had never blushed as hard as he currently was, and certainly not for so long, and he was starting to feel a bit light-headed, though whether that was from the blush, his raging boner that hadn’t desisted even for a moment, or because it was slowly getting more and more cramped in his tinier and tinier corner, he couldn’t say. What he did know however was that Sora had just barely started to enter the realms of being full… Again.

Which was horrifying for Riku’s wallet, but almost orgasmic for his constantly peaking arousal.

Sora had already needed to wedge himself into the booth, his boulder of a belly pressing against the table before them, bulging both above and below it as his gut stretched across his lap. Sora had let his hands rest on it for a moment, the appendages sinking into the soft flab as Sora rubbed his stomach through the tight-as-sin shirt.

Then Riku looked up at Sora’s face, (Stars, he still wasn’t used to how he had to look UP at Sora of all people) and he found the same shit-eating grin from before stretching over Sora’s round face as he clearly noticed where Riku’s attention was. “Man, you really like what you’re seeing.” He chuckled, eyes glittering with glee at the flaming blush that reappeared on Riku’s cheeks, the shorter boy lowering his eyes before blushing even harder as his eyes took in the way Sora’s hand was grabbing onto his flabby flank, jiggling the gut the best he could. “Well,” Sora continues, the unholy glee on his face blazing even stronger as he patted his gut, sending ripples through it as Riku swallowed dryly, “get ready to see way more of me~”

Riku didn’t expect to see exactly that. Okay, that was for the most part a lie. He did expect Sora’s already bulbous belly to start bloating and bulging out even further during the meal, his stomach stretching out further and further, pushing against the table harder and harder for every dish as he became more and more stuffed as a haze of delirious contentment would fill his blue eyes like they had done many times before in Riku’s memories of their past.

What he didn’t expect was for Sora to lean back after every feast-worthy round of grub and rub his glutted stomach tenderly with a dazed grin, looking like a stuffed, satisfied hog as his shirt rested above the overfilled orb, before what Riku could only describe as a strange-feeling, unknown tingle of something jittered around Sora.

Which is when Riku got to see Sora’s body fatten up right in front of his very eyes. His stomach receded slightly, going from a fat-yet-bloated mass into a fatter than before ball of adipose, a good extra inch or two of blubber coating his middle. His flanks spilled outwards even further, getting incrementally closer to Riku, the sound of fabric tearing filling their booth as the sides of the shirt slowly split upwards. Sora’s incrementally thicker arms didn’t hide how his moobs ballooned a tiny bit bigger too, the shirt looking more stretched than ever over the two mounds of flab, the garment almost looking see-through with how thinly stretched it was becoming.

“That was a good appetizer.” Sora sighed, a content air surrounding him even as he shifted in his seat a bit, Riku suddenly noticing how his ass and thighs were taking up a tiny bit more of their shared booth-seat.

Riku was about to interject, to tell Sora that this might not be all that great of an idea after all, he really was, but then Sora slung his arm to his side and pulled in Riku, and all complaints died on his tongue as he felt himself sink in a tiny bit more than earlier, the tactile proof of Sora’s newly-gained weight short-circuiting what was left of his.

Riku got a first-class show, having attained the greatest of honours in watching his crush repeat the process over and over again, the brown-haired dork preening from the attention he and his expanding self got.

The waiter had been surprised the first time Sora had flagged him down for another round of food, outright gawking the second time, especially as he now noticed that this specific customer seemed bigger than just in his gut area than when he entered. After that however he seemed to be expecting it, his eyes trailing over Sora’s increasingly fattened up body every time, his eyes almost glittering with the promise of all the tip he would receive as he continued to diligently serve his new favourite customer.

And Sora kept his word. The second round of food was finally enough for his moobs to swell out big enough to tear the front of his shirt, the pair of flabby mounds spilling out in the newly created space, resting atop his ballooning belly as it took up more space in front of him, the sides of his shirt tearing all the way to the extra solid stitching around his shoulders, his rolls oozing out like dough as he widened even further.

The third round finally made all of his belts meet their maker. A snap that sounded almost like something exploding rang in Riku’s ears as the belt around Sora’s waist finally gave up and tore apart. An unashamed groan of relief left the increasingly heavy lad as he spread out further across the seat they were sharing, another pair of pops resounding as his thighs blasted through the belts that were once constricting them, pushing out and against the once oversized leggings that were starting to become hard-pressed to easily contain everything.

The fourth round is what made the rest of his shirt finally tear apart. With a multitude of rips and tears, Riku witnessed the last moments of the poor garment as bits and pieces of it fell around Sora, the fatty sighing in bliss at being freed. His fat arms and shoulders had finally demanded too much room for even the fabric up there to hold and it rapidly gave up the chase as Sora once more grew. Directly afterwards came the sound of wood scraping against wood as the table was pushed back an inch or two from the deluge of more fat that covered Sora’s more and more monumental belly.

Sora lazily drifted one of his hands underneath his moobs and pulled out another large piece of fabric, the cloth that had once clung to the top of his stomach having been hidden underneath his increasingly impressive chest.

“Wanna keep it as a souvenir?” Sora had asked, his cheeky grin showing how much rounder and fatter both his cheeks and double chin had become, along with his neck slowly but surely disappearing, which is something Riku barely noticed as he accepted the once sturdy shirt-piece, hands shaking with repressed desire.

The loss of his shirt did nothing to hamper his rampant hunger, if anything he became even more gluttonous now that his upper body was bare and free for the world to admire.

Every round, every meal, every mouthful drove him on further and further as he fattened himself up like the most prize-worthy of bovines right in front of Riku, the silver haired one paralyzed in his seat, unable to tear his gaze away for even a second, afraid to miss even a single grain of food that entered Sora’s mouth. What should have taken weeks, months, years was instead happening in the span of minutes, and Riku had never been more embarrassingly excited to see how far it would go.

Sora’s gut surged forward bit by bit, layers upon layers of blubber adding itself onto it as it crawled across his lap, tickling the top of his knees in a quivering dance before stretching over and beyond them. Sora grunted as he slowly struggled more and more with reaching past the greatly growing gut he had gained, though his increasing problems with reaching the table, and therefore the food in front of him did nothing to stop his feasting, his eyes glittering with the desire for more as he leaned forward in an almost desperate bid to gorge himself into even greater immensity, the slow groan of the table being pushed further and further away from him not helping his arousing need any more.

His rolls and love handles continued to rise and expand like the doughiest of treats, growing outwards more and more, making him wider and wider for every morsel that passed his lips, encroaching further and further upon Riku’s territory as he was gently, if insistently, pushed along his seat and closer to the wall beside him. What truly sung to Riku about how huge his crush was getting was the sight of his slowly fatter and flabbier arms struggle more and more with resting at his sides, the extra adipose he was gaining forcing his arms out more and more in the few moments they were neutrally beside Sora.

What followed all of this obviously was another chorus of pops and tears and rips as his ass, hips and thighs also grew inch by inch from the lard packing itself onto his body. His ass and hips burgeoned outwards bit by bit as his pants tore themselves to shreds, revealing more and more of his tighter and tighter underwear as he spread out further and further across their seat, the top of his pants being hidden deeper and deeper underneath his gargantuan gut while the bottom shreds disappeared under his widening ass and hips, the clattering of leather, buttons and cloth being emitted from the floor as his thighs and calves destroyed his leggings completely, and it was at that moment that RIku realized that Sora was in nothing more than his shoes and slowly shrinking undies.

Before he could allow himself to feel even fainter however his eyes caught on to the chain around Sora’s extra thick neck, and he almost choked to death on his own spit as he followed it to Sora’s now completely covered necklace, the iconic crown having long since been hidden between Sora’s ballooning moobs, the two sacks of fat jiggling and trembling for every move of Sora’s arms and hands as they gradually blimped out bigger and fatter.

Sora’s double chin jiggled furiously as he chewed and swallowed everything in front of him in a frenzied desire, the hanging blob of blubber covering what was left of Sora’s neck… Or at least, that is what Riku imagined as Sora was given his newest round of food and started almost inhaling it, Riku’s body trembling with everything as Sora’s almost ineffective forward slouch was combined with his mounds that were called moobs and fattened up shoulders almost created the impression that his head was oh-so slightly starting to become overtaken by the almost impossible amounts of fat that surrounded him.

‘It’s just an illusion.’ Riku’s mind supplied almost faintly in an effort to not shatter what little resistance he had left. ‘A trick of the light, or uhh, trick of the... fat. He can’t be that big yet, it’s just… It’s just his pose, that’s all.’

Then Sora sat back after using a quick little burst of Zero Gravity magic to float an extra extra sized mug of cocoa and cream to his hands, and Riku felt like his erection could cut through glass in that moment as Sora really was that freaking huge! And still becoming even more massively fat as he chugged the thick concoction like it was no problem, half a gallon if not more filling the huge cup as he swelled outwards with every gulp, table creaking and cracking as it couldn’t be pushed any further back from his gut that swelled out far beyond his reach, his flanks and hips pushing against Riku more and more as he had ran out of room between his excessively corpulent friend and the wall, his face in a near orgasmic bliss as he chugged, chugged, chugged, his moobs continuing to expand ever bigger, his shoulders becoming softer, his head oh so incrementally getting more swallowed up as his flabby double chin bunched up as it pressed against his body under his head, and Riku was about to lose it-

With one last, big swallow Sora let out an almost gasping noise of utter delight as he dropped the nicely sculpted wooden mug onto his belly, a small, overfilled burp leaving him as he fleshed out another inch in every direction before a loud moan left him, his hands rubbing over what he could reach of his gut as it gave away deeply under his touch.

“Mmmmmmm, that’s more like it.” He mumbled out, gazing down at his handiwork with blissed out, proud eyes, the blue orbs glittering with utter ecstasy as they were met by the sight of a vast sea of himself. “What’cha think, Ri~Ku~?”

Riku jumped at being addressed, blushing heavily at the teasing tone in Sora’s voice as the incredibly corpulent guy looked over himself to look peer down at the squeezed-against-the-wall friend of his.

“You’re… I…” Mouth flapping, yet no coherent words came out. His mind could barely process what he was seeing, all his brain power being drained to fuel his constant blush and erection, both of his hands trembling as they unconsciously rubbed and kneaded the love-handle that was pushing against him.

“Man, and I thought you were speechless before!” Sora chuckled, trembles going through his immense corpulence at the action. “If I knew this was all I needed to do to get you so interested in me, I would’ve done it years ago!”

Riku could only thank the stars above that Sora hadn’t done so when they were younger, or Riku would probably have died from blood loss by now.

Hehe, another Tall Sora ask, eh? And confident and teasing, Hmmmm...

Well, Sora likes hugging Riku, so the very first thing that would happen is that Riku would be pulled into a big, squishy hug, his head pushed into a pair of shapely moobs as an extremely familiar voice cheers out "I found you, Riku!" The mentioned boy barely raising his eyes up from the soft, supple chest to look into the moon-faced, double-chinned, brown-haired dork he knows and loves, those blue eyes glittering with delight as he feels the big, meaty arms hug him tighter, and a deep blush spread across Riku's face as an embarrassingly elated, tiny groan leaves him.

This doesn't go unnoticed by Sora though, his eyebrows rising in surprise for a moment before they lower again, a smirk stretching across his face. "Heh, haven't had a reaction like *that* from you before." He teases, Riku's blush flaring up even further. "Getting excited by my new looks?" He questions Riku, knowing the answer even as the silver haired one gulps, and he tries to squirm out of Sora's hold, his hands pushing against Sora's stomach, sinking into the round ball of fat. A shiver runs down his spine at the plush, flabby orb, and he stutters out a "I-I don't know what you're talking a-about!"

"Oh yeah?" Sora challenges, his smirk morphing into a shit-eating grin as he lifts Riku up, the previously taller one's hips pushing against Sora's grand gut. "Because I don't think that's your phone poking me right now, Ri-ku~"

The aroused youth feels the chunky arms around him loosen, and he drops down on the ground and swallows, his mouth suddenly dry as he notices the way Sora's clothing are more than form-fitting, his shirt barely covering half of his gut while his love-handles spills out far over the waist of his *tight* pants, his moobs straining the fabric of his shirt to the limits, the garment screaming for relief as not a single inch of Sora's bod isn't clearly accentuated.

Christmas is over, but I still like this lil idea~ Vanitas just absolutely disgraced by the pitiful amount of weight Ven has gained. A potbelly is not good enough to be santa!

So whether Ven wants it or not, Vanitas is not gonna stop fattening him up until the santa suit is ready to tear off of his blubbery form, the belt long since busted as Ven's gut dominates his front, the jacket barely reaching halfway down his belly even in its opened state, his rolls and love handles spilling out far and wide as his thick arms are unable to rest straight down, with his moobs demanding space and attention as they spill out of the jacket and rest imperiously atop his greatly glutted gut, his double chin scrunching up as he deliriously look down at his fattening bod as Vani forces even more grub down his throat, the sound of fabric tearing resounding as his ass is tearing the seat of his oversized pants apart, along with his thighs spilling out more and more from the larger and larger holes along his leggings.

Hehehe, that is *if* he figures it out, and aren't just too busy having fun with his BFs, nary a thought of how much is passing through his lips entering his mind as Sora is bringing him another three burgers with sparkles in his eyes, or Roxas is shoving a huge bowl of ice-cream his way with the silent demand of tasting it, or Ven just enthusiastically shoving the neck of a bottle between his lips as he cries out "chug, chug, chug!", or Vani joining Ven in being direct and just shoving wedge after wedge of some decadent cake into the tall dork's gob~

Hehehe, Ven suddenly finding himself ballooning bigger because Vani is in the feeding clutches of Sora and Roxas is a fun idea ;3 Side idea: Maybe Vani originally went to them to get some help with getting stuffed, wanting to tease Ven by making the blondie mysteriously get bigger from their link, but he completely underestimated how diligent and pushy the duo could be, as he quickly finds himself at their mercy, being force-fed far more food and treats than he originally planned, Sora and Roxas wanting to see their dark counterpart balloon.

All the while Ven is trying to get to where he senses Vani is, steadily growing bigger and fatter at a slowly accelerating rate, his oversized clothing starting to feel snug, then being simply too small, revealing more and more of his expanding body as he curses Vani under his breath while also fighting with his building arousal at his growing form.

By the time he comes to them he has more than doubled in size, pants struggling with keeping his lower half covered while his jacket has long since blown open, his shirt tearing apart as he ponderously waddles to where Sora and Roxas is keeping Vani. The first thing he sees is tied-up Vani being forced to chug down a huge jug of molten chocolate as Roxas sits on his gut, the previously evil boy just groaning helplessly with hazy eyes as he swells uncontrollably bigger in tandem with Ventus, the wayfinder boy stumbling and falling onto his front, blushing as his gut squishes against the floor while his arms struggles with reaching below him.

Then before he knows it he finds his arms wrenched behind his back and his wrists tied up, Sora walking in front of the newly arrived fatty with a lewd grin. "Hey, glad you could join us!" He crowed, grin growing wider at watching Ven incrementally fatten up before him, slowly rising up from his gut growing larger. "Vani was a bit hungry, so we decided to give him a proper meal." The guy in question just moans as Roxas grinds against his sensitive moobs with a smirk. "We have a bit extra lying around, soooo," the brunet pats the crouching, tied up fatty's gut as a grumble escapes it, Ven blushing harder at the sound, "we hope you've got your appetite with you~"