#fat!chrom

Explicit Stuffing/Feeding kink fic. Chrom x Male Robin. Chrom is the feedee gainer, and Robin is the feeder encourager. Blindfolded feeding, lots of food, and climax.

Commission for anonymous

Chrom and Ike fell into a magic trap and now suffer the BIG consequences~

Improbable sizes are already great, but like double that up for ships and it's just fantastic. Sorry if this isn't necessarily feeding, but my brain wouldn't let me somehow wrap it around despite magic existing and this idea forming in my head first.

Hope you like it!

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Wheezing, Chrom desperately smacks his lips, the remnants of his 'snack' residing in his cheeks. Still absolutely famished, Chrom's titanic gut growls, his numerous rolls shaking. Groaning, Chrom whines, attempting to reach his gut to ease the hunger gnawing at him. Unable to even reach his gut anymore, his arms enundated with rolls, Chrom instead feebly jiggles his lard packed arms. Unable to even lift them, his fingers wiggle, the massive sausage like fingers rubbing against each other. His gut rumbling again, Chrom's rolls appear like waves, stomach continuing it's shaking as Chrom lets out a burp, his melon jowls shaking as well.

"Hah…. Robin….," Calling for his husband, Chrom wheezes, his face red.

"Going…," Lifting his face from his large bowl of decadent pasta, Robin heaves back into his chair, barely resting his hands on his moobs. Robin's lard laden body not too far off from Chrom's even his own magic doesn't reduce his ability to move with so much fat in the way and shuffling about. Gripping the table, the strength spell barely offers him the ability to get up, his fat sagging down to all sides around him, Robin's body having lost all definition. Catching his breath, the remnants of his own 'snack' are still on his own face, splatters of sauce on his cheeks. Shuffling, his gut that reaches past his knees shift around with each waddle. His shirt no longer wearable, Robin far too lazy to put on a shirt. With no clothes large enough to even contain his cast size, Robin had no choice but to go shirtless, his hanging gut and moobs visible to all, a sight that Chrom enjoyed.

Chrom entirely nude, his own vast form was nearly indistinguishable, each roll merging. Robin only able to really see the blue mop of hair on his head. Chrom's bed smashed long ago underneath his crushing weight and ass, his rising fat had pushed him up to near Robin's height, neither having to smush their chins to look up or down.

Robin reaching the outskirts of Chrom's stomach, the short waddle had proved arduous, Robin needing another break. Still so far away from Chrom's face, the growing difficulty of such simple tasks at their gargantuan sized begin to hit Robin again.

Both slim and trim upon starting a relationship, Robin's appreciation of the little forming pudge on Chrom's stomach during peace felt that it wasn't enough. Chrom appreciative as well, Robin confiding in Chrom about enjoying his size led to Chrom confiding the same. Peace on the distant horizon, Robin soon room to fattening up Chrom. A built waist with abs soon became devoured by burgeoning rolls, Chrom's clothes increasingly tight. Chrom quite pleased, his bouts of showing off to Robin and Robin fondling him only made both want more. With so much food around him at all times, snacking was an inevitably for Robin, his own waist growing out. The two feeling the same way about Robin's increasing size, soon both of them had begun a setup for both to gain, both encouraging and pushing the other.

Chrom having a head start, his size was always larger than Robin's. By the time the two had finally tied the knot, Chrom had barely been able to waddle, his tux getting upsized numerous times and even the day of their ceremony. Robin had suffered the same situation, both fearful of the ceremony running late. The two deciding to walk down the aisle with their arms linked, the walk was a slow one, both waddling as their sides dug into one another, the aisle especially expanded for their wide frames.

Chrom's whining breaking him out of his thoughts, Robin shakes his head, cheeks shaking and slapping. "Hungry…," Chrom moans out, mouth wide open as he wheezes.

Desperately hungry himself, Robin agrees. Longingly gazing at his own food first, he waddles to Chrom's side. His thighs near amorphous, they still vaguely resemble the idea of cylinders, Robin beginning his climb.

Chrom whimpering at the heavy weight climbing on top of him, Robin apologizes, soothing him with the thought of food. His hands and feet sinking in, Robin's wheezing muddles with Chrom's both near indistinguishable from each other. Taking a seat on Chrom's thigh/love handle, Robin's own ass hangs off.

Their bodies indistinguishable with an abundance of rolls between the two of them. Robin reaching for Chrom's feeding tube, he whines. "I want… food," Petulant, Chrom keeps his mouth closed, unable to move his face away.

"You'll get more food later, I promise," Grazing his hand across Chrom's cheek, Robin smiles as he blushes.

"Okay," Giving in, Chrom greedily sucks on it despite nothing flowing yet.

"Give me one second," Too tired to grab food, Robin inserts his own feeding tube as well, the pair of them a necessity with massive kings. Reaching under Chrom's moobs, the area a secure storing spot, he grabs his tome. Casting the one of various spells to help them out at their sizes, both relax as Robin activates their feeding tubes, a steady stream coming directly from the royal kitchen shooting into their mouths.

It felt a bit hard getting all to fit, but I hope it all came out ton your liking! Was about to call it done, before I thought of the little stuffing scene, and then that made me think of the little workout scene lol.

I hope you enjoy it!

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“Robin, come spot me,” Already seated on the bench, Chrom wiggles out his arms in preparation. Lying down, he easily positions himself under the metal bar, positions his hands properly as he waits for Robin. His gut rises into the air as he waits, most of his broad yet fat body falling off the bench.

“One second…” Taking a deep breath, Robin slowly squats down. Supporting the bar with his arms and shoulders, it descends as he does. His fat thighs squishing, Robin’s wide stance takes into account so much poundage. His stomach folding on itself as it rests and sits on his wide thighs. His knees perfectly bent, Robin lets out his deep breath. Mentally counting to ten, his calves begin to burn up once more as he rises back up. His body decompresses as he reaches his full height, an admittedly unimpressive stature when considering the other members of the Shepherds. Removing himself from underneath the bar, he slowly brings it down. Finished with his routine, squats Robin’s preferred final workout, he wipes himself off with his towel. Taking a swig of his water, his left hand rests on top of his gut.

Robin and Chrom having married a few years ago, it was after Grima’s defeat that the two found out of the other’s appreciation for the larger things in life. Robin’s hearty appetite for everything edible had been a good jumping start on the two’s quest. Trim defined bodies became bloated as they piled more and more calories on their frames, both enjoying the experience. Chrom’s enjoyment of working out had rubbed off on Robin and what had at first been small exercises to not burn off too many calories was soon found to be unfounded. As instead of losing the fat they had worked so hard to gain, they found themselves packing on muscle as well, both their bodies larger on both spectrums.

Robin definitely enjoying the more gluttonous aspect of their lives, his body is a bit more corpulent than Chrom’s. His purple t-shirt clinging to him, Robin’s powerful biceps bulge. . Covered under a layer of flab, it does nothing to hide the powerful appendages, his arms capable of scaring most would be thieves. His breasts once soft and plump, they still retain their size but no longer sag as they once did, a bit more definition and perkiness to them. His stomach as round as ever, the massive monster shakes from every action Robin takes. His shirt unable to be tucked in, the bottom layer of pudge seeps out from underneath. His black gym shorts cling just as tight as his shirt, the stretchy fabric showing their worth as they fully cover his huge ass. Simultaneously perky yet squared, the confusing mounds of ass perfectly show off Robin’s musclechub self. His thighs covered in a heavy dose of fat, the added strength makes it easy for him to walk, Robin surprisingly deft.

Where Robin enjoys the aspects of gluttony, Chrom prefers the physical exertion to maintain their physiques. Broad shoulders, his low V-neck shows his puffed yet defined collar bone, his strong large moobs having less give to them than Robin’s. Preferring to show off just how big he is, his v-neck is a size or two too small, the hem of the shirt resting above his navel. Ovular and some bounciness, the mass of his stomach is still surprisingly firm, a fact he knows from rubbing it so much. His bulging arms free as ever, Chrom proud to show off his non-branded arm just as much as the other now, the musculature from his workouts showing brighter than light magic. A light layer of flab, his bulging muscle show even at rest, Chrom’s powerful arms even more exaggerated upon flexing. His tree trunk thighs no stranger to power, Chrom’s speed and force is a dangerous combination, most counting him out only to be knocked to the floor before they realize it. His once flat ass still pales in comparison to Robin’s, the two cheeks having obtained some perkiness.

Chugging the last bits of water, Robin sighs. Waddling to Chrom, he keeps his comment of Robin not needing a spotter anymore to himself. Enjoying the view, he doesn’t mind. And Chrom definitely doesn’t mind showing off to his husband. Standing a bit away from the bar, his stomach making it a bit difficult, he still stands at the ready as Chrom grabs it.

Taking in a deep breath as he brings it down to his chest, Chrom breathes out as he lifts it back up. Offering a grin to Robin, the weight is nothing to him, Chrom lifting last week’s max. Blushing as Robin stares at him in awe, Chrom pushes further, continuing his set. The clinking of the weight as Chrom lifts and drops them is the only real sound in their gym. On his last one, Chrom offers a wink to Robin, grinning as he blushes. Placing the bar back, Chrom stands up with aplomb.

“Is it finally time for dinner?” Exaggerating his question, Robin makes a point of sighing, sagging  his shoulders as he cradles his belly. Chrom laughs in return. He slaps Robin’s gut, then smacks his ass, Robin letting out a yelp. Chrom then moves to Robin’s biceps, lifting them and making Robin flex, examining them before nodding. Leading the way to the dining room, Chrom immediately stops.

“You didn’t do your bench presses,”

“It’ll be fine,” Robin handwaves the mention. Taking a confident step, he finds his hand linked to Chrom’s, a pleased grin on his face, he easily overpowers Robin. Chrom drags him back to the bench.

“You just need to do five,” Setting the bar, he changes it. The bar thirty pounds under the weight he just lifted, he gives Robin the okay.

“Fine,” Lying down, only a small quarter of his back ends up hanging off the bench. HIs ass does the same. Gripping the bar, he grunts as it falls down. Gritting his teeth, he huffs as he lifts the bar all the way up. “What the hell, Chrom?” Beads of sweat form on his forehead.

“Keep going,” Hands at the ready, Chrom watches Robin struggle but slowly succeeds at his set. Reaching five, he goes to put the bar back before Chrom stops him. “One more, and hold it this time, you’re cutting corners,” Grining, He keeps his hand under the bar.

Huffing and puffing Robin’s stomach rises and quivers in the air. His biceps bulging, he gulps for air as he brings the bar to his broad moobs. Leaving it there for a few seconds, he slowly raises it up, exhaling heavily. His arms shake as he keeps it up but Chrom grabs the bar to put it back.

“Good,” Helping Robin up, Chrom wipes his sweat with his towel. “Now we can eat,” Robin lags behind Chrom as they head to the dining room.

A large room taken up mostly by an almost equally large table, the sprawling amount of plates meant as breakfast is already served. The two taking their seats, Robin’s ass creeps  off the edge of it, his stomach digging into the table. Chrom’s fits him perfectly, his stomach only slightly uncomfortable from the pressure.

An omelette placed in front of him, Robin begins digging in, drenching his omelette with ketchup before devouring it. As soon as his fork hits porcelain, he moves onto his next victim, the ham looking appetizing as it always does. Chrom giving an adoring look at him, Robin stops, his mouth half open as the hashbrowns rest on his fork an inch away from his hungry mouth.

“W-what?” Suddenly self-conscious, Robin tugs down his shirt only to see the fabric doesn’t reach past his belly button. Looking at the table, he blanches at the staggering amount of empty plates, time flying so fast upon breakfast time.

“Nothing,” Chrom promptly finishing his third plate, Chrom not a stranger to food either, he places a hand on Robin’s thigh squeezing it before resuming his own breakfast.

Scoffing, Robin still blushes, Chrom’s little touches much adored. Glancing back, most of his breakfast is gone. Quickly swiping at the remaining portions, Robin’s vacuum of a stomach finishes in record time. Standing up, he sees Chrom struggling to handle his last plate. Chrom offering them to him, Robins shakes his head.

“You always encourage me to keep going during my workout,” Robin grabs the plate of pancakes from Chrom. “So I’ll be doing the same,” Grabbing the syrup, Robin squeezes the bottle as if choking it. Folding the pancake with his fork, he grabs four pieces. “Eating is all about efficiency,” Holding Chrom’s jaw, he brings the stack of pancakes into his mouth.

Stubbornly chewing, the hefty helping of syrup doesn’t help Chrom, one eye more closed than the other as he struggles. Robin pressing a hand to Chrom’s stomach, he grins.

“Then you wash it down,” Simply grabbing the gallon of milk, Robin brings that to Chrom’s lips. He tilts it back without warning. Dribbles of milks spill past Chrom’s mouth, Chrom’s muffled groaning sounding.

Letting out a deep groan, he huffs. “Got it,” Resting his head back with his eyes closed.

“You still have some more,”

“Robin…”

“Now now, no excuses. It’s just one bite left,” Robin’s soothing voice and soothing hand on his gut, Chrom obligingly opens his mouth. An unseemly ridiculous amount of pancakes shoved into his mouth, Chrom nearly chokes on it, his tired mouth working overtime to get through it all. Unable to even swallow once, Chrom finds more milk poured down his throats, the remaining bits of pancakes washed down.

“Robin!” His belly cumbersomely full, Chrom remains seated in his chair.

“You just need to work harder for next time,” Robin grins. Chrom finally done, Robin places the plates back down. Placing both hands on Chrom’s filled gut, he lovingly smiles at him, blushing before giving him a kiss on the lips. Pulling back, he sees Chrom mimicking his own blush.

“Ready to workout again?” Chrom punctuates with a flex of his bicep, his other hand on his stomach.

“I’m ready for a quick nap,” Robin teases. Though his grin dies and his eyes widen as Chrom puts his hands on Robin’s arms, squeezing and rubbing them.

“That isn’t a bad idea,” Chrom grabs Robin’s hand, leading him back to their bedroom.

Based off of an idea that @chubbyrobcina shared with me

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An eating competition, the idea sounding preposterous and meant in jest, Robin had agreed to it; of course Chrom wouldn't have Robin earn Lucina's hand in marriage through such a ridiculous method, right?

Unfortunately, what started as a joke soon became serious, Chrom even having a feast already prepared for the two; Robin's shock and confusion was only compounded when Chrom urged him to sit, a bit too forcefully, and took his own spot, Chrom's smile a bit tighter than usual.

Chrom in a frenzy, Robin slowly ate at his food instead, the delicious juicy cured meats danced on his tongue as he picked up the pace, hunger gnawing at him; all important thoughts floating out of his mind, Robin could only focus on bringing whatever he could into his mouth, Robin unaware of his rapidly rising weight.

Time passing by, his mind only seems to snap out of it once his arm remains glued to his body; glancing up, his cheeks block his sight, a belch escaping as he attempts to get up; unable to move with his new nude corpulent roll riddled body, the creaking chair lets out its last words, Robin's swaddled mass breaking it with a deafening crack.

Someone suggested Chrom trying to cast a spell and fail miserably, causing him gaining weight... just like Robin~ (now kiss)

(FE clothes are always too complex ._. I tried)

C H R O M O T I O N!

OK! I really need to stop watching that video...

Thank you!

I may have gone a bit overboard lol? But here it is. I love a dumb Chrom

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The milking of the Exalt is a daily occurrence that happens clockwork. The only reason such an important task may be delayed should only be from reasons of war. 

Chrom had originally done it himself during the war, but with enough convincing to last him a lifetime, Frederick took over the role. Only temporarily, for once Robin came into Chrom's life, the duty was wholly his. A fact that Frederick would complain about at first before giving tips to Robin, the whole experience humiliating as Frederick went into painstaking details. 

Chrom different, outside of being a descendant of the Hero King Marth, he had grown cow ears and a tail into his adulthood. His hunger growing, his frame soon developed into a stocky one. A little tummy and barely growing breasts. A sliver of chub on his arms and his thighs a tad bit tighter on his pants, Chrom was simply chunky. During peace, he only kept gaining weight as his new body hungered for more food. Alongside his need for food, he had been gifted the ability to produce milk, Chrom needing a milking every day. Teetering into fat territory, his excess weight soon went away with a way to fight. Soon stocky, he had met Robin soon after. The two growing ever closer, the weight seemed to stick to Chrom's frame; Chrom even getting a bit fatter during the war. 

But now, with no war going on with everything now resolved, Chrom was back to his bulking phase from peace. With a happy to encourage feeder, Chrom blimped out. And with a renowned tactician for a husband, Robin took care of all the political and economical responsibilities of exalt. All Chrom had to worry about was eating and getting milked. And Robin took care of that as well, pampering Chrom to both of their heart's content. 

A stocky frame, Chrom just blimped straight past anything after that and soon became a blob. The softest pillows supporting him, Chrom stays in a near constant seated position, only moving whenever Robin used his magic to levitate him. 

Unable to move or do anything anymore, all Chrom could care about was his next meal and milking. And care he did. Exaggeratedly so. Which is why Robin had decided to see how long Chrom could last without a milking. He eventually ramped it to a full thirty days.

On day one, everything had been the same until Chrom found out about it. A blubbering whining mess, he was unable to do anything about his, his hand nearly immovable as well. 

On day two, Robin was unsure but Chrom's moobs had gotten larger. All Chrom could still do was complain. Robin had promptly stuffed him with his feeding tube. Flailing, he was subject to the whims of Robin.

On day five, Chrom had begun leaking, his breasts secreting milk from their plentiful production. Still unmilked, Chrom's breasts had swelled out further.

On day fifteen, desperate for release, Chrom's tendencies that he tried so hard to suppress had come back. Pathetically mooing with all his fat in the way, Chrom could say nothing else, desperate with the pressure inside of him.

On day twenty three, the flow of milk had gotten so bad that Robin had to mop the floor.

On day thirty, Robin had Chrom moved to lie down on his stomach. His breasts engorged from his own milk, Chrom could only squirm from his sensitive moobs touching the floor.

And now, Robin was ready for the day he was waiting for, a full month's worth of milk in Chrom about to be milked. Opening the door he smiles at the sight, biting his lip as he slams the door closed and locks it.

Chrom stuck on his gut, his breasts are the first thing Robin sees. And most of what he sees. With so much milk unable to leave, the two jugs are massive. Both nearing the size of Robin, he almost goes to hug them before calming himself down. His milk pooling onto the floor, it covers the surface as Chrom lays in his own milk. Chrom's blobular face staring at Robin, his mouth filled with his feeding tube, he eagerly swallows his never ending meal. Deciding to end it for awhile, Robin climbs up, Chrom's whale sized stomach lifting him high off the ground.

Robin giggles at how Chrom tries to follow the tube, his face unable to move with so much fat. He tugs as Chrom's ears, the little marcations of his cow self near indiscernible from far away when so much fat commands one's attention. 

He cups Chrom's cheeks, the rolls shifting and falling as he grabs them.

"M-mo-moo?" Chrom struggles to speak, so much weight from his cheeks obstructing him. Robin smiles, placing a kiss on Chrom's face before getting off. 

Walking to the side, he kneads Chrom's body, the entire expanse untellable of what he's looking at. Behind Chrom, he tugs at his little tail, the tail hidden under so many rolls. Robin hears Chrom's little moos. 

Deciding to move on to the main event, he goes back in front of Chrom, his fingers wrapped around his right nipple.

"M-moo!" Chrom huffs as he eagerly waits. 

The flow constant in an attempt to release the excess milk, Robin gives it a squeeze, his hand drenched in the leaking milk. Both hands needed for one of Chrom's moobs, he begins kneading it. Two squeezes and Robin smiles as Chrom moos harder. 

Moving to Chrom's other moob, he does the same, Chrom's breasts pouring the milk out. Smiling, Robin's eyes widen as Chrom's milk keeps pouring even without Robin's aid. The dam broken, Chrom merely moos, his eyes closed as milk continues gushing out. 

Backing up, Robin panics as all of Chrom's milk begins pooling up to his ankles. The milk level rising, it reaches his chest.  Thankfully buoyant, he calms down as he rises with it. Looking at Chrom, he calms down further as the rising milk reaches Chrom's face. Drinking his own milk, it stays at a constant level before dropping. And then rising again as Chrom's breast release more milk, Chrom's thirsty throat faster than his own breasts. 

Swimming in Chrom's own milk, Robin blushes from his own debauchery gone perhaps a bit too far. 

The milk not changing, only a bit lower than Chrom's face, Robin relaxes as Chrom's breasts have finally finished. Unsure of how to fix it, he climbs on top of Chrom who can only moo in frustration, unable to reach his milk anymore.

Robin's decision to get on top of Chrom the right one, he prays for his foresight as the door busts down from the milk. An ocean of milk escaping into the halls, Robin ends his prayer, surely unable to live this down once the entire castle wonders why it was flooded from their Exalt's milk. 

"This is your fault,"