#chubby!keith

Hey, so I’m a little late to @get-beached for 2020 but I was inspired by @love-sweet-tooth to write a little story featuring a fat Keith from Voltron. I absolutely love chubby Keith! Hopefully, there will be more stories to come!

Set probably after the end of the series, where Keith has been spending too much time at Lance’s. Hope you enjoy!

Fandom: Voltron Legendary Defender / Prompt: Beach + Too Fat for things (clothes) / Word Count: 393

Keith, carrying a beach towel and cooler bag, tries to adjust his red and white board shorts as he walks down towards the beach. They were feeling quite restrictive and tight around his waist as they dug into his pillowy gut. He should not have listened to Lance when he convinced him to go to the beach topless. The full extent of his eating habits was on display as his belly jiggled with every step he took. His tree trunk thighs rubbed together which made him feel more self-conscious. Keith’s arms also thickened up and he had begun to develop a double chin. There was no doubt about it, he was downright fat! His extra weight was bound to happen, what with no strict training schedule and plenty of free time and delicious food at Lance’s.  

Continuing down the beach, he begins to feel like he is being watched by other people, shocked at the current state of the former red Paladin. Trying to avoid eye contact, he heads towards a quiet section of beach. He lays down his beach towel and cooler bag and sits down cross-legged on his towel. This made his belly push further against his board shorts.

Trying to get comfortable he says, “Stupid board shorts, they must have shrunk in the wash.”

Keith then hears a rumble coming from his stomach. “You can’t be serious!?” he exclaims. “I only ate like an hour ago.”

Keith then open the cooler bag, which Lance had packed. Inside lay all of Keith’s favourite treats, from red velvet cupcakes to chocolate chip cookies. His stomach rumbled louder; he knew he should wait but they all looked so delicious. He grabs one of the cupcakes and begins stuffing his face. Lance’s food was always so tasty.  

After devouring several cupcakes, Keith started to feel full. His belly began to feel tight as it put more strain on his board shorts, but he could not stop there. He was still hungry!

[This] isn’t helping Keith ignore how the shirt hugs his stomach. His posture likely isn’t helping, either, with the way it squishes his middle. The newfound softness crumples around itself and pooches out, not by much but definitely by enough that Keith notices. It’s happening under the table and out of Allura’s current line of sight, but Keith tugs on the t-shirt anyway, grabbing for whatever extra fabric he can find. God, getting too hung up on this is probably stupid… Keith’s choice in shirt fits him well enough and when he’s sitting upright, it isn’t that tight… If it were, Allura wouldn’t point it out like this, not exactly being coy but distracting Keith and acting like her intentions are perfectly obvious, she’d come right out and say so…

On the other hand, though, the current fit of Shiro’s favorite shirt might better reflect the fact that Keith has actually had an appetite today, instead of forcing himself to eat. Failing to do eat more or less decently upsets the people who insist on caring about him, and some days make things easier for him.

But then, Keith has days when he might eat everything that doesn’t eat him first. This morning, he argued when Hunk offered to share some of the pancakes he’d made too many of, but all resistance crumbled when Hunk pointed out the mix of banana and chocolate chips. When he and Allura got lunch at Yvonne’s earlier, Keith took full advantage of the diner’s bottomless fries. At one point, he barely noticed how much he’d been eating until the waitress brought out his third basket. Dessert was Allura’s idea, but once she brought up the offer, Keith was in; his huge slice of fudge cake didn’t stand a chance. Most of the garbage built up on their table is Keith’s fault, because Java Hut’s pastries have seemed tastier than usual and he has meal money to use. He feels like he’s eaten enough for the next week but he could still go for another scone.

Despite everything he’s already eaten today, Keith’s already looking forward to grabbing dinner everyone but Shiro before karaoke. Despite the waistband of his jeans digging into his stomach, he might not turn down an entire “death by chocolate” cake if someone offered. None of which erases the fact that Keith needs enough energy to to hit the gym again — but at the same time? Maybe Shiro’s Frankie Goes to Hollywood shirt feels tighter than it would normally because Keith’s so stuffed. Being fuller than usual would totally make his little belly more pronounced.

Either way, Keith shrugs at Allura for now. “I guess I could’ve picked a shirt that’s a little more forgiving? It’s not like Shiro has a shortage of black ones I could’ve borrowed, or looser ones…” He drags a hand back through his hair. When some flops back over one eye, Keith rolls his eyes and tries to flip it off. “But I like this one—”….

Before getting in the line, he gathers the trash — he’s up anyway, so he might as well clear off the table. He huffs across the coffee-shop and tries not to think about how many of the crumpled up pastry wrappers come from treats that he ate. Most of them and yes, he knew that, but counting them together like this makes Keith’s cheeks flush hot.

Going over what he’s had makes the blush spread to his ears and spill down his neck: one of the huge pumpkin spice cookies and one of the peanut butter ones… two chocolate chip scones and one with raspberries and crystallized sugar on top… a double-chocolate chip muffin so big, it probably counted for two servings on its own… a chocolate croissant… one of the bigger strawberry-chocolate cheesecake brownies… and all of that got put on top too much breakfast and a lunch that, by all rights, should’ve kept Keith satiated until dinner at the very least…

Keith cringes. God, if he’s been eating like this every day he’s had an actual appetite lately, it might be a miracle he can still get in his jeans at all. At least Allura hasn’t felt like rubbing his face in how much he’s eaten today. It’s not really her style and she’s been snacking too, but Keith’s embarrassed enough without her input. He doesn’t need Allura to be bluntly concerned or bluntly perplexed or any other way of bluntly commenting on his eating.

Once the wrappers are safely in a garbage can, Keith tugs at Shiro’s shirt even though it isn’t really riding up or clinging more than it already was. Something about realizing how much he’s eaten makes the fabric feel tighter and makes him more aware of the denim hugging his thighs.

Although Keith doesn’t have time to linger, he takes a moment to narrow his eyes down at his stomach. Palming at himself, Keith can’t miss the way his belly swells out around his middle, pushing against the shirt and his waistband. He frowns as he pokes the muffin-top pooching over his jeans. He grimaces at how much more pudge he can pinch along his hips. So soft and doughy, Keith’s sides yield underneath his fingers and his heart skips a beat… He wouldn’t mind if Shiro grabbed him there and jostled his chub. He’s made Keith get so relaxed and contented, all by squeezing Keith’s tummy with his huge, slightly calloused hands, caressing Keith’s extra padding like it’s the universe’s most precious thing and Shiro needs to protect it—

Grumbling, Keith cuts that thought off right there. As nice as it is, Keith doesn’t have time to go jerk off in Java Hut’s restroom and clean up after himself. Face burning and tomato red, he shoves his hands into his pockets and stomps to the end of the line. He tries to glare at the floor, but mostly, this means staring at his stomach. He could suck in if he wanted a break from these reminders that he might be getting chubby, but that sounds uncomfortable and tedious.

At least the situation likely isn’t as bad as his mind wants him to think it is. Realistically, Keith can’t have put on that much weight. True, he hasn’t hit the gym since mid-July, but he also doesn’t pig out like this every day or even every week. He walks everywhere unless it’s a long enough distance to justify taking the bus. Plus, Keith would’ve run out of wearable clothes by now, if he’d really started porking out. Without a scale, he has no idea what what his weight’s gotten up to now or how far off he is from the summer, when these jeans weren’t quite so snug. But he can still get them zipped and buttoned, so things cannot be as bad as his mind’s trying to make them.

Even so, Keith has probably packed on enough extra pounds that he should’ve noticed before Shiro got handsy with his pudge. He’s definitely let himself go enough that he shouldn’t be eyeing anything else in the display case. No matter how delicious the latest batch of cinnamon rolls looks and no matter how long it’s been since he had a cannoli, Keith can’t give himself another indulgence right now.

Sure, his mouth waters from just looking at those cherry danishes and they would be tasty — but his jeans are tight enough as is, and there’s no room in his budget to get new ones — but he has already spent today treating himself and he’ll probably have no appetite again tomorrow, so why not keep going while he actually feels like eating — but this isn’t a debate because Keith can’t buy new pants, so he has to rein his sweet tooth in—

Fortunately, something jerks Keith out of that mental rabbit hole: someone behind him calls his name. He perks up, in case they aren’t trying to attract a different Keith’s attention. Before he can turn around, somebody crashes into his back and he tenses as they yank him into a warm, cuddly hug. An impulse deep in Keith’s chest screams at him to struggle and break free — until he truly takes in the broad shoulders and big arms enveloping him. The soft belly squishing up against his back cements things for Keith and he chuckles as he pats Hunk’s wrist.

This is a continuation to my previous story ‘A Beach Stuffing’. Here we see Lance helping Keith with his board shorts situation. Enjoy! This was written for @get-beached 2020.

Fandom: Voltron Legendary Defender / Prompt: Beach + Too Fat for things (clothes) + Ice Cream / Word Count: 514

As Lance walks over to Keith, he frantically begins to cover up the rip his massive thighs had done to his board shorts.

“Hey big man… I thought I would check in on you and see if you needed these,” Lance says as he passes a new pair of board shorts to Keith, who was still red-faced. “When you were left this morning, I saw that your current ones were looking tight, very tight… and by the looks of things, I think I was just in time,” Lance giggles.  

“Shut up” Keith grumbles, as he snatches the new board shorts from Lance. “It was all that stupid food you gave me.”

“Oh wow… you ate them all already?” Lance replies as he looks over into the empty cooler bag. “Someone must’ve been hungry,” teases Lance and he pokes Keith’s belly.

“Ugh… just turn around and give me some privacy,” replies Keith as he begins changing into the new pair of board shorts. The label on them red extra-large as Keith lets out a sigh.  

Lance who had turned around, started to think about his friend’s much larger body. He could not resist a sneak peek at Keith’s soft belly. His abs were covered by a mountain of fat. He now had a large, protruding belly and a hefty set of man-boobs. He could not believe how much weight he had put on in the last few months. His face had rounded out as he had developed a cute pair of chubby cheeks. He wanted to put his hands all over his soft fat. Keith began grunting as he struggled to lift his board shorts past his thighs.

“Damn… so hot,” Lance whispers under his breath, turning red-faced.

“Shit!” yells Keith. He turns around to find Lance obviously gawking at him. “Well don’t just stand there and look. Help me, idiot”

Lance, still blushing, walks over and stands in front of Keith. Trying to compose himself, he begins to squeeze Keith board shorts up past his thighs, without much success. Lance then kneels on the soft sand to get a better grip. With Keith’s belly directly in his face, Lance could barely breathe. It looked so soft, so squeezable, so kissable.

Keith who was just standing there, arms crossed exclaims, “Are you even helping?”

Lance then snaps out of his trance and pushes Keith’s board shorts up. He then hops back on his feet and says, “See all done.” He then gives Keith’s belly and pat and remarks, “Did you want to head over to the ice-cream parlour?” Keith’s belly lets an audible rumble. “Hmmm, I take that as a yes,” giggles Lance.

“Fine, but I’ll only have one,” Keith replies as he tries to settle his stomach. He could not believe he was still hungry,

“That’s what you said last time, and you ended up eating half the shop,” Lance mocks.

“Did not,” remarks Keith.

slight issues of this:

need to figure out how much keith weighs right now

he’s already softer than his former usual because he’s been depressed and skipping the gym for a few… months… yeah, and his appetite has been doing the, “you either want to eat everything or nothing, there is no middle ground” depression thing — but between allura and hunk (and sometimes rolo and nyma, his quirky neighbors), he’s been getting fed decently

need to figure out how much he’s going to weigh eventually

slightly related: need to figure out how much shiro weighs aside from, “more than keith currently but he’s six inches taller so that makes sense” and, “more than he did when keith lost him the first time, but back then, shiro was dangerously unhealthy for several reasons, so shiro having put weight back on is a good thing”

this isn’t entirely necessary but i’m tempted by the idea of keith weighing more than shiro eventually (though probably not more than shiro’s twin brother ryou, who is the cute chubby twin with the season 4 haircut vs. lean, toned long-haired punk guitarist takashi)

equally tempted by the idea of shiro bridal carrying keith even after keith weighs more than he does

need to figure out the eventual ratio of soft chub to muscle chub going on here, because i feel like keith’s going to have a bit of both worlds

part of the weight gain is going to come after he starts seeing ulaz (who, as a therapist, is already treating most of the cast) and gets put on very desperately needed antidepressants

part of it, though, will come out of him getting to be gym buds with zethrid, who is an amazing muscle-chub lesbian already and nine inches taller than keith but very appreciative of things like this one time he kicked his abusive dickbag foster brother in the crotch so hard that bryce had to go to the ER to get his balls extracted

this will not amuse keith, since one of his biggest motivations to get back to the gym was trying not to outgrow his pants (because he is broke and has a chip on his shoulder about mooching off of his rich-ass bestie allura or his decently well-off “it’s complicated” to get new pants)

shiro is going to win that debate eventually but still

need to figure out how keith’s weight is going to end up distributed

aside from, “hips and thighs get quite a bit of it, and probably his ass too, and when given that keith largely lives in tight jeans (with his sweats largely serving as gym clothes, pajamas when it’s cold, or things he can wear while doing laundry), poor shiro may blush himself to death because his obliviously chubbier boyfriend bent over in a pair of tight-ass pants”

need to figure out some of the other characters’/outside world’s reactions to chubby!keith

of more immediate relevance is shiro and ryou’s aunt, who is going to be seeing keith for the first time in five years, come christmas — and while he isn’t exactly chubby yet, he was downright scrawny, the last time aunt satomi saw him, so

most of the characters will probably take shiro’s approach of, “i get that you’re upset about needing new pants, but can we try focusing on something more important? like the fact that you have been having fewer days where you wake up feeling like no one would miss you if you got hit by a bus (which, fyi, we definitely would)”

seriously, even lotor’s opinion is going to be like, “i am: 1. so annoyed that you make getting chubby look so hot, and 2. jealous that you are capable of gaining weight like this without even trying while i am over here, a perpetually freezing mess with a shit immune system, because i have trouble keeping any body fat on. how is this fair, street rat.”

but then shiro, pidge, hunk, and lance’s band is going to start Making It, and shiro is going to attract Skinny Groupie Boys (though not girls since shiro is pretty open about being gay), and he would rather not have them around, and some of them will be at least kind of offended that galaxy garrison’s hot lead singer is going off with a guy who doesn’t live on kale salad and overworking himself at the gym

then shiro is going to get sick of being harassed by Groupie Boys and take advantage of an interview to go, “HEY THIS IS KEITH HE IS MY BOYFRIEND AND I LOVE HIM PLEASE STOP TRYING TO HAVE SEX WITH ME JUST BECAUSE I DON’T MAKE OUT WITH HIM ON STAGE LIKE HUNK AND LANCE SO YOU ASSUME THAT I AM SINGLE, I AM HAPPILY SPOKEN FOR BY KEITH, TYVM” which will…… be a thing

granted, the short-term effect will be that keith barely holds it together before begging off and running to antok/kolivan’s place to ask kolivan to talk him through the, “oh god shiro just called me his boyfriend and he did it in an interview that will be published on the internet, this is getting Too Real, what do i do” anxiety spiral as if this is a thing that most people ask of their academic advisors

and then keith and shiro have to talk about it over breakfast, and keith will likely decimate a quite sizable stack of pancakes (while kolivan insists that he does not treat keith like a son, and antok just goes, “uh huh, suuuuure you don’t babe, when are we signing the adoption papers”)

but on the other hand:

chubby keith is very cute

in his case, chub goes from being associated with his depression but not terribly bothering him to eventually being associated with hm getting better and working on his recovery

not enough chubby!keith content has sheith in it

long haired pretty boy punk shiro being super flustered by his chubby boyfriend being so beautiful and sdkfkdhg jfc shiro loves him so much