#fat!dimitri

Been trying to work an a chapter for one of my series but writer’s block keeps halting my progress. While you wait, Here’s a drabble that made it through. Featuring my fave king and vassal and some blueberry.

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The professor and the prince fell into a strange magic trap, they are in big trouble... a very BIG trouble 0_0; 0w0;

Fk... drawing Dimitri is so GOOD!

Uncensored version HERE

Group interaction is always one of my favorite things lol. Hope you enjoy!

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Pouting, Dimitri rubs his gut. Engorged on food, the soft doughy mass is instead rounder in shape, his gut firmer. Bright red stretch marks lining the lower perimeters of it, older pinker ones frame it as well. Huffing, Dimitri closes his eyes as he massages it. Letting out a small burp, his tail flicks behind him. The animalistic attribute not affected by his own overeating tendencies, the small width of it would be barely noticeable if not for the strangeness of it. Tail that of a lion’s, the thin furry appendage is thinner than Dimitri’s own sausage fingers. Ending in a small tuft of blonde fur, Dimitri sports small lion ears as well. Leaning into his chair, his ears flick as he lets out small sighs of contentment. His shoulder length hair framing his face, his plump cherubic cheeks only seem larger, Dimitri’s small huffs furthering the effect. His moobs press against his ill-fitting blue shirt, the edge of it only reaching a small portion past them. His doughy arms around them to reach his gut, he pushes them together, the adipose squishing together. His soft thighs wedged into his chair, they coalesce as he simply sits still, both pressed firmly together.

“Sorry for the wait!” Ashe barging into the room, Dimitri’s eyes shoot open, his ears sensitive. “Oh, sorry about that,” Ashe hunces slightly. “But I brought the fish you asked for,” Pushing the cart in, Ashe beams. 

Dimitri having already forgotten about his request after his dinner and desert, he opens his mouth. A growl from his stomach making noise instead, he blushes, squirming in his chair. The salty char of the fish wafting to his nose, Dimitr’s ears flick, his attention grabbed. “I suppose I’ll have one more,” 

One more the magic words to his own descent into overeating and gluttony, those had been the beginning, one more plate becoming two more plates before extra snacks were added throughout the day before even entire meals. His own greedy nature for food not entirely his own fault, Dimitri has four others to blame. Namely the other men from when they were in the Blue Lions. Dedue a given considering the two’s close bond, Dedue made sure of Dimitri’s own comfort. Fluffing a pillow, bringing him extra blankets, a belly rub, helping him unbutton straining clothing, Dedue was always there with a smile, always rubbing Dimitri’s tail or ears. Ashe was nearly the same. Dedue focusing on pampering through comfort, Ashe focused on pampering him through food. Dedue helping out and cooking for Dimitri, the volume and speed that Ashe cooked at was uncomparable. Always some new dish for Dimitri to try, Dimitri was always happy to oblige. More unexpected had been Sylvain, his enamorment with Dimitri coming out of the blue when he suddenly gave him a belly rub. Though he simply enjoyed cuddling and hugging all of Dimitri’s fat for his own enjoyment. Felix the largest shock to all, his adamant refusal to even caring had thankfully diminished as time went on, only spiking when strangers inquired about him. He merely took to bringing food to Dimitri, an aspect that Dimitri found important, always near hungry now.

Squirming in his creaking chair, Dimitri purrs as Ashe helps him sit up a bit more, Dimitri huffing from the exertion. Gut resting heavily in his lap, Dimitri places both hands on it as he opens his mouth. Ashe cutting a portion off, he goes to feed Dimitri, Dimtri closing his eyes. The tasty morsel right in front of him, Dimitri jumps up once more as another person comes in.

“I brought you your salmon, your highness,” Dedue announces himself,bringing only a plate to Ashe’s whole cart.

“He asked for trout,” Sylvain joining in, he only carries in a single plate.

“He kept whining for mackerel,” Felix barging in, he stares at the rest who in turn stare back at him. “I brought some to shut him up,” 

“I was here first,” Resuming, Ashe brings the bite of cod to Dimitri’s mouth. 

Blushing, Dimitri squirms in his chair as everyone’s gaze focuses on him. Tail flopping to the side, Dimitri opens his mouth. Mouth salivating, he chomps down on the fork, devouring the piece of cod with only a couple bites. 

A looming presence over him, Ashe looks up. Dedue stands behind him. 

“Let’s move him to his bed,” Reaching for Dimitri, Dedue smiles as Ashe follows along. 

“He needs to eat first!” Not waiting for a response, Sylvain brings a piece of salmon to Dimitri’s mouth, Dimitri greedily eating that as well. Felix stands to the side, staring as Dimitri huffs, rubbing his gut. 

“He should be comfortable, Sylvain,” Ashe pouts, struggling to extricate Dimitri from his chair, the armrests digging into his stomach. Dimitri’s love handles pour over the armrests. “Felix, help,”

Felix scoffs but does as he’s asked, standing by Ashe. Placing his foot on the legs of the chair, he helps pull Dimitri. Dimitri whimpering, he groans as his fat is pinched, the chair not letting go of him.Sylvain watches the entire time, devoting to remember the scene as all three struggle to pull Dimitri. 

Eventually dislodging him, Dedue catches Dimitri. Face red, Dimitri’s tail hangs between his legs, barely enough space for it now. With Dedue’s assistance, he waddles to his bed. A mountain of pillows already prepared, he sighs as he rests against them, snuggling and purring.

“Open wide,” Without waiting for any down time, Ashe already has Dimitri’s next bite prepared. 

“No way,” Sylvain blocks him. He pushes him out of the way with his hip. Dimitri’s face falls, the expected fish not coming.  “I get to feed him first,”

“No fair, I was here first,” 

“Doesn’t matter,”

“Yes it does, plus, he likes it better when I feed him,”

Dedue clears his throat. “We will take turns-”

“Who made you the leader?” Felix attacks, staring at Dedue.

“I am his highness’-”

“You’re all high and mighty now that-” Felix himself interrupted, all four turn towards Dimitri as he whines.

“So hungry…,” Rubbing his stomach, Dimitri opens his mouth, his tail swishing to the side of his own expanse.

“We will take turns, is that understood?” Dedue commands, suddenly serious with Dimitri’s complaint. 

“Yes!”

“Got it,”

“Whatever,”