#fat!emblem

Remember this Holiday season, to check your costumes for any possible enchantments. Or you might find yourself growing into the role. But don't worry… you'll learn to love it.

It’s always really fun having semi FEH mechanics in kink stories so this was a blast to do. And a fat Robin is always a good Robin. 

Feel like I got a good mix of fat stuff and non fat stuff, so I hope you enjoy!!

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“I’m  *huff* almost there,” Taking large deep breaths, Robin lags far behind the rest of his teammates. 

This Robin summoned during the winter festivities, he had been a valuable asset to The Order Of Heroes immediately upon his summoning. But the strange effects of Askr and its summoner quickly left Robin with a larger waistline that seemed to grow with every passing day. Red winter coat replacing his usual one made him reminiscent of  the jolly old man, Robin’s white mop of hair had further accentuated the similar appearance. Losing his trim figure and gaining a hefty one, all Robin seemed to lack was a beard. 

Askr’s food positively delicious, Robin’s voracious appetite for it had only enabled in his growing width. The perfect holiday size with his red coat and pants, his bulging gut and thighs seemed perfectly matched with Santa’s. Requiring a larger wardrobe to emulate the holiday cheer, it had been granted to him, Robin’s hanging heft contained behind thick layers of clothes.

But Robin’s own desire for food left him pushing past Santa size and even further than that. Large clothes growing tight once more, soon even the tent like clothing wasn’t even enough to cover his entire expanse of fat. Yet despite his size, or perhaps because of it, Robin’s deployment in battle is an often occurrence. Swapped around constantly, every new team the vast and large Robin got paired with only garnered attention. And while his size was an impediment on his ability, it also greatly helped on the battlefield. And with each victory, Robin was happy to celebrate said victory, his gluttonous figure growing and showing his hedonistic tendencies as he gobbled and devoured whatever delicious meats and drinks Askr had to offer. 

Which leads to his current predicament, a predicament not exclusive of today and instead is indicative of his daily performance on the battlefield. 

A Tempest appearing and strengthening, Robin had been sent to help quell it. Alongside him had been the Eliwood wielding a lance, Lucina with her bow, and Ares with his sword. All three 

been beside him. Except unaffected at all by Askr, all three simply moved far faster than him. 

Nearing the end of the tempest, the room had been mostly composed of axe users. Ares taking the lead, he had simply charged through his trusty steed swiftly carrying him to each opponent before they could strike. The enemies fading away, Lucina and Eliwood simply followed behind, both ensuring no enemy would ambush them. The room cleared in record time, leaving the room is anything but.

Robin taking one unconfident meticulous slow step after the other, by the time the room was cleared, he had taken no more than ten steps. Face flushed, sweat drips down his round face, trails of it pouring past and around his engorged cheeks. Robin desperately sucks in whatever air he can get.  Wheezing, his state desperately shows his obvious lack of mobility. Arms forced at an angle from the bundle of fat occupied between his arm and chest, Robin even forgoes a spear entirely, his body too slow and bulky to make use of a weapon. Reverting back to magic, even said task is difficult, Robin’s heavy cheeks making him struggle to chant a spell with several pauses for air and wheezes in every line. Instead Robin is mostly there to take hits that the others cannot. Robin’s magic so innately potent, his ridiculous width accentuates it, Robin resistant to any magical attack without fear of damage. His swinging gut appears like that of a pendulum, the bottom half of it uncovered despite the circus tent for a shirt. His usual gray shirt vastly upsized, they reach past the sagging splayed piles of flesh for his breasts, and even cover his cavernous navel. Unable to lift his knees properly with so much fat limiting nearly all of his mobility, they scrape against each other in a desperate bid to keep moving, an exceedingly difficult task when all Robin begins to crave is to lie down and eat, his body and mind yearning to do so. His pants seem painted onto his figure, the broken button and zipper unnoticeable with his large overhang covering it. Seams showing as they rip and tear, sizeable portions of his flab seep out, Robin’s purple boxers underneath also visible. The leather of his boots so warped and stretched out, cracks form on them, Robin’s legs and cankles deforming them. His coat so overwhelmingly massive, the sheer amount of fabric needed for it alone had been staggering once others in the Order found out. If removed from Robin’s obese figure, the coat could be used as a massive carper for Askr’s Hall in the Order. And yet despite its obscene width, it seems to strangle and fight with Robin, the coat still too small for him. Fabric caught in every roll imaginable, the folds of it clearly envelop show off Robin’s size to everyone. Tire size love handles press against the soft red fabric. Four partitions of his stomach press against  the sides. Doughy fat saddled wings for arms sag the sleeves as all his fat bunches the fabric. The coat rests and dangles off of his ass, Robin’s massive personal two seater for an ass sagging down far behind him.

Forced to keep moving ,the ripples in his fat increase with each step, Robin’s body forever jiggling as he huffs and puffs to catch up. “So.... close,” Robin murmurs to himself, eyes downcast as he focuses on keeping his body moving. Only half way there, his own preoccupation with himself makes him not near his teammates.

“If we have to wait for the last room, I am-” Ares seethes under his breath, staring at Dark Mystletainn and then Robin. His horse whinnying, it flicks its tail as if mimicking its rider’s impatience. 

“Perhaps we should lend a hand?” Eliwood offers, concerningly staring at the way Robin seems ready to keel over, his wheezing sounding somehow more desperate than before. Without waiting for an answer, Eliwood steps off of his horse.

“I agree,” Lucina absentmindedly adds, already going to Robin’s side before Eliwood had even asked. 

Robin glancing up, his neck prohibits him from looking to the side as a pair of arms dig into his plush side. Eliwood on the right, he grabs Robin and slowly eases him with each step. Lucina on the left, she instead reaches lower, her hand grabbing a fatful of his ass. 

Speeding up the process, Robin’s breathing picks up, his wheezing stronger and harsher as Eliwood and Lucina force him at a faster pace. 

“Fast..” Robin wheezes out, not able to utter another word. Ares stares with a frown from the end of the room, annoyed at feeling like his team has a handicap.

The two making quick work, they both grab Robin by the arms as the reach the door. Both going through, their mouths open as Robin ends up jammed in the door, his frame far too wide for the frame. Robin struggling and groaning, all he accomplishes is shaking the numerous folds of his body, Robin wedging himself tighter. 

Ares stuck on the other side, he grits his teeth as he dismounts his horse. Counting, Robin’s titanic ass seemingly stares back at him. Getting a sprinting start, Ares slams into Robin. Sinking into him, Ares groans as he ends up pushed back, nearly falling to the floor. The doorway gaining a single creak, Ares blows his hair out of his face. Lucina and Eliwood grabbing Robin’s  hands, Ares goes once more. Crashing into him, Lucina’s and Eliwood’s help gets him unstuck, Robin almost coming crashing down. 

Ares picks himself off of the floor, and mounts his horse. Entering the next room, he glares at both of them “Never speak of this to anyone,” 

Both nod their head, Eliwood also grabbing his horse and mounting it.

Now finally reaching the last room of the tempest, a lone mage stands as their final enemy. Lewyn. The rest of the team groaning as Robin still attempts to catch his breath, they all stand behind Robin. Pushing him forward, his wide body provides the perfect shield to cover all three of them combined. 

Forseti no match, the effects of it cause no damage to Robin, though he’s too tired to even be appreciative of said fact. Instead Lewyn’s wind magic only cause Robin’s body to wobble and shake, his clothes fluttering in the wind.

All three struggling to move a resistant and tired Robin, the rushing winds crashing against the side of Robin alert them to their proximity. Eliwood the fastest of the bunch, he rushes forward, piercing the fake Lewyn who soon begins to fade away.

“At least he was useful for something,” Ares mutters, glancing at the still ever wheezing Robin. Lucina bites her tongue at the insult.

“Well, the tempest should disappear soon. I must admit, this is my first time in one,” 

“It’s Ares’ and mine first time as well,” 

“Not mine,” Robin frowns, or would if his fat saddles face didn’t prohibit him from frowning. Eliwood and Ares merely widen their eyes upon realizing Robin has done this before.

Smoke rising up from the building, all minus Robin are shocked as the area begins to disappear. Before they all know it,all four of them end up back outside the tempest, the stormy weather replaced with a calm sunny day.

“Now…” Robin sighs, glancing down. His neck rolls squish together. “to walk... back,” The tempest far away from the Order’s  home base, they only ended up outside the tempest.

“We have to walk all the way back to the Order!?” Ares ready to fight, Eliwood and Lucina go to placate him. 

A massive earthquake occurring, the trees shake and leaves fall, birds fly off in the distance as other animals scurry about. All three nearly panic before realizing it was merely their teammate falling to the floor on their ass, his body giving up and needing a break. A hole forming in the dirt where Robin sat, Lucina has Eliwood and Ares go to get the summoner, the magic of the contract able to easily move Robin.

A request for @chubbyrobcina

Hope you like it!

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"Oh, Naga," Having just gotten out of a bath, the tub absolutely cramped, Robin spots the picked out clothing for him. Boxers digging into him, it tightly pinches him. An upsize of clothes needed, Robin ignored all of them in favor of sticking to his favorites. Waddling his way to the bed, towel draping in his hand, Robin gawks at it.

A dinner date planned, Lucina came up with the idea herself. Wishing to do so on her own, Robin let her, Lucina planning everything to the last detail. Said details including his outfit, Robin was already beginning to regret that decision.

The war over long ago, Robin and Lucina had been able to finally live in peace. The two having relocated to a quaint, peaceful place, the area was perfect for them to enjoy a simpler life after the trials and tribulations they went through.

Their enjoyment in simpler things was evident in Robin's body. Robin enjoying to eat, Lucina enjoyed cooking. The two things in symbiosis, Robin's frame became plush with extra layers of fat. Robin's appetite growing more and more voracious, Lucina's cooking somehow managed to keep up with it, Robin filing out even further.

Slowly drying the rest of himself off, the last remnants of water cling to his wide roll riddled body. Already out of breath from stretching to reach everywhere, he lets out a huff as he rests on their bed.

Mattress dipping under his weight, Robin's fat pools around him. Thighs stuck together, the roly-poly piles of flesh rest around each other, the positively plump thighs appearing even larger resting. Multiple chins adorning him, they get in the way of his vision, Robin struggling to look down. His stomach enveloping his thighs, the soft warm creamy pile of flesh rests at ease. His stomach empty, Robin had forgone food just to enjoy the special occasion even further. The idea had been both his and Lucina's.

Though the idea fell through, both deciding a small breakfast and a small lunch wouldn't harm him. But that fell through further, Robin's breakfast and lunch hefty.

But still, he remained string and abstained from snacks, the task difficult with his increasing girth.

His stomach grumbling, Robin heaves himself up, bed shaking under the momentum he builds to get up. Huffing, he reaches for the shorts. The color actually a nice rich navy, the design on it was what killed it. The Mark of Naga all over it, the item seems more akin to a tourist attraction best seller, the icon plastered absolutely everywhere.

The shirt, however, is the far worse offender. The shorts not terrible on their own, the non matching shirt makes him blush. The shirt a plain pink color, the color wouldn't be so bad if not for the bright hot pink shade of it. Various designs adorning the fabric, none matching and placed on the shirt in a haphazard fashion, Robin can only smile at his wife's eccentric taste in clothing.

Appraising the taste in clothing easy, putting them on is the much harder task. Unfurling the shorts to their furthest width, Robin blushes at the sight. "This is way too big," He chuckles, internally sweating at the shorts. Struggling, he carefully and arduously lifts up a leg to get it into the hole. Managing the task, and also with his other leg, his belief ends up proven wrong. The shorts in fact perhaps even a bit snug. Blushing, he reaches for the tent like shirt. The gaudy print extremely tight on him, his stomach peaks out from it, every roll and curve accentuated from the tightness and the color.

Clothes cooperating no further, Robin sighs. Patting his grumbling stomach, he heads out to the kitchen. A couple steps taken, he blushes as his hips brush against the hallway. Lucina's precautionary method of removing all items from the hallway indeed necessary, Robin's at least glad that that embarrassing task was necessary. Occasional breaks along the way, Robin eventually finds his way. Plopping himself onto the creaking chair, his eyes widen at the sight of the feast.

Lucina seemingly popping out of nowhere, she wraps her arms around Robin, his back too wide for her hands to even reach his stomach. "Dinner is finally ready," Lucina whispers, her hands digging past Robin's tight shirt the fabric lifted up. Removing herself, Lucina grabs the nearest plate, Robin's first plate of many.

All smut will be tagged #risque

Also, this is a wonderful idea that I've always wanted to do but feel like I can't do great, but, here you go!!

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Unsure of the possible way he could contract such a curse, Ashe doesn't care about the subject as his hand wraps around his hard dick. Back pressing against his bed, he moans upon the contact immediately. Rubbing one out, he curls his toes as he reaches his release. Hand full of his cum, Ashe rests his arm on his forehead. Every pore seemingly on fire from jacking off, his chest rises as he breathes. Taking a quick shower, the warm water pleasant against his sticky skin, he immediately goes for a second release, whining as he cums again. Relatively clean and with a fresh clean pair of clothes on, Ashe heads out of his room for a near midnight snack. Having spent all day masturbating, he had foregone all food for the day.

Making his way to the cafeteria, the place abandoned at such a time with the war over, Ashe stifles his moans as he dick begins hardening again. Shoving it in between his legs, he huffs as his thighs chafe the head. Making it in one piece, he grabs whatever food he can find. All of it on one plate, he gorges on whatever he found. Still uncomfortably hard, he sighs as he finally gets something in his stomach. 

Unable to hold himself off for much longer, he rushes back to his room. Except he bumps into Sylvain, upset from being stood up by his date.

Ashe's plan to avoid people now a failure, he closes his eyes as he tries not to look at Sylvain. So warm and handsome, he tries to ignore the way his dick yearns for something besides his hand. The burning pit in his stomach consuming him alive. 

"Hey, do you need to see a healer?" Sylvain's demeanor turns quickly into one of concern over Ashe's sorry state. Placing a hand on Ashe's shoulder, he quickly retracts it as Ashe moans. Glancing down, he spots Ashe's bulge, his pants strained. Laughing at his fortune of losing out on a fuckdate, Sylvain smiles down at Ashe. "Y'know, I could help you take care of this. I wouldn't mind getting some release myself," Sylvain placing his hand on Ashe's dick, he widens his mouth from the searing sensation. Ashe's knees buckling, he grabs Sylvain's hand, leading him back to his room. 

Both wasting no time, Ashe locks the door as they both begin to disrobe. Sylvain leading Ashe, he balks at the cum stained room. From his hesitation, Ashe takes charge, pushing Sylvain onto his bed. Huffing, he lifts Sylvain's legs over his head. No time wasted, he shoves his dick inside Sylvain's hole. His balance nearly lost from the warmth, his moans drown out Sylvain's. His curse wasting no time, Ashe comes in seconds, his seed filling up Sylvain. A half-hearted handjob has Sylvain cuming pretty quickly. 

Head striking his pillow, he sighs contentedly as he sleeps, his lust finally sated.

Waking up, Ashe feels surprisingly spent. The sensation foreign to him after being cursed, he begins to hope that perhaps it was broken with a simple fucking. But cuming again, he moans. Aware of the very heavy thing in between his legs, he lifts up the blanket. 

Sylvain still in Ashe's room, he looks nothing like he did yesterday. A set of triple chins on his face, Sylvain huffs as he greedily swallows of all Ashe's cum. Fat, Sylvain moans as he gobbles the last remnants. 

Wide eyed at the sight, Ashe only widens then further as Sylvain grows before his very eyes. His bed creaks as Sylvain goes from fat to obese, his face fattening and no longer resembling the old Sylvain. His breasts sag as the plump out further, Sylvain's stomach droops down, the gut sinking into Ashe. 

Noticing Ashe's awakened state, Sylvain huffs as he moves around. "Finally, you're awake," Ashe remains still as Sylvain struggles to move. "Last night," Sylvain huffs as he barely stands up. His ass lined up with Ashe's dick, he lowers himself down. "So good," Riding Ashe, Sylvain takes several breaks from tiring out. His heavy ass slapping and rubbing against Ashe's dick, it doesn't take long for him to cum once again. 

Sylvain can only moan and gurgle as he grows again, getting louder as he only craves more. His riding now just swaying back and forth, it does the job, Ashe feeling spent again. "More," Sylvain wheezes as his eyes roll to the back of his head for a second. Ashe's breathing gets harder as Sylvain's lardy self smothers him. The bed denies Sylvain's wish as it breaks. 

Sylvain now off of Ashe, he whines from the lack of dick. "Please," Lying down on his stomach, he merely opens his mouth. Breasts as his pillows, Sylvain wheezes as he waits. 

Only a couple minutes left alone, Ashe's dick sparks up again. His lust returning, he obliges Sylvain as he begins to fuck his face. Sylvain's mouth clamping down as he grows even further, Ashe pulls Sylvain's hair.

Keaton may be an excellent hunter, certified knick knack collector, and a bunch of other things

But he's absolutely the worst at finding his way

Enjoying his constant travels, he decides to take a shortcut to reach the next village

Said shortcut goes straight through a huge forest

Completely wrong as always, he ends up stomping around just to get out

With a short attention span, he didn't even catch the previous village trying to warn him about the forest

So he's still cheerful all throughout

Spotting a rock with specks of colorful looking "moss", he rushes towards the priceless looking items

Spotting even more, he hits the jackpot, collecting them to decide which to keep

Following the trail, not spotting the same "moss" all over the grass and trees

His search leads him straight inside a cave

Ears twitching, the sound of rushing water fills the cave

Placing another rock in his satchel, he looks up

Eyes wide, he spots a nest of slime

Each a seemingly different color, a bright orange one slithers beside him

Grabbing a bottle, he scoops at it, corking it

Upsetting it and making his presence known, the slime rushes towards him

Inserting itself into his mouth, Keaton can only gurgle on it as the force pushes him back down onto the floor

His stomach bubbling, more slimes soon join its brethren in its endeavour

His stomach distended, his shirt strains against his filled gut

Slimes overtaking him, he can't lift his arms and legs

The slimes heavy in his stomach, soon he can't even get up with his huge gut weighing him down

Clothes drenched in slime, they feel so small and tight, his clothes hitching up

Letting out a burp once the slimes stop, his stomach unnaturally high in the air, he groans as the slimes slosh around inside him

Gasping for air, he falls into a food coma from being so stuffed

So here's some more Tibarn and Grima headcanons but immobile now cause I'm a thirsty whore

Grima is 100% ready for being immobile

He's eating so much and gaining weight so quickly, that it's basically a runaway train

There's just no stopping it

As if Kiran was gonna try to stop it

4x the width of a normal person, Grima can just barely walk

He doesn't bother doing so; it's a waste of his time and energy

Why bother with anything when Kiran's waiting on him hand and feet

With Kiran's badgering, he does at least get up once every other day

His thighs and ass spread out far behind him

He's pretty much always stuffed, food plentiful for him

Trying one day, he grunts as he can't get up

Struggling, he gives up pretty quickly, panting all the while

Tibarn stares at him the entire time

He just yells for Kiran to give him his breakfast

Tibarn now a veritable glutton with the example set by Grima and also with Kiran's help, he's always pretty close behind Grima

He actually gets up every day

He cheekily grins as he pins Kiran against the wall

He's always aware of his immense size

He can't ever come to a full decision of whether he really wants to be immobile

But the constant barrage of food is just too good to pass up

Not like he can do anything, Kiran always keeping him extremely well fed

He's only about a week behind Grima, Tibarn immobile right after him

It happens in the middle of the day, having been stuffed, he can't get up after it

His flapping wings don't even lift him up

Not that they could lift him up back when he was still 500 pounds

Groaning, he still keeps trying to get up but just can't

Grima laughs at him

The two now immobile, Kiran keeps a schedule for them

One day, Grima gets home cooked breakfast and lunch while Tibarn gets tube fed. Tibarn meanwhile gets home cooked dinner while Grima gets tube fed

The next day, it's swapped

And it keeps alternating

Once a week, Kiran gives both of them home cooked food the entire day

It's far too stressful, but worth it to see their fat cherubic faces light up at the smell and sight of their meals

Having to take care of both, time is very split in between

Grima is way more demanding, always wanting a belly rub or massage or something

Tibarn compliments Kiran, praising him as he rubs his breasts or praising his cooking

Grima throws an absolute fit when Kiran praises Tibarn

Tibarn looks on forlornly when Kiran praises Grima

Sometimes Kiran takes charge

Tibarn just lets Kiran do what he wants, knowing it's just for a moment

Grima complains and struggles, his body quivering

They get fatter even still, both somehow eating even more calories than their large bodies need

To meet their hunger, Kiran has a large supply of merchants who deliver the ingredients to them

The room getting awfully cramped, Grima's and Tibarn's fat press up against each other and squish together

The main way to tell that it's two blobby men, and not just one is mostly from their different skin tones

Day 15: Beach bum. Have them visit a beach for the day. Enjoy the sun for a bit.

I hate beaches since I almost drowned in one in the 4th grade. Also cause of my weight. Plus I hate the heat. The last time I went to the beach was like 4years ago and I just read a book lol

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"Slow," Catching his breath, Grima wipes at the sweat on his forehead. Pulling his hand away, he finds nothing changed, his sweaty forearm not able to wipe it. "down!" Groaning, he glares at Kiran.

"I'm just walking normally…" Kiran unobservant of his height and thus his longer strides, his walking was faster than average. With Grima a walking near blob, his pace was no match for Kiran's. His pride too much, Grima only picked up his pace. For two steps before he regretted the decision.

"This was," Still huffing, Grima yanks the towel that Kiran offers him before he takes the water as well. "your idea," Continuing to walk forward, Grima holds Kiran's hands tightly in his, just to make sure he doesn't go too fast again is what he says to himself. "So, you have to do whatever I say," 

Warm sand under his feet, Grima kicks it as he shuffles over it. The terrain foreign to him, he refuses to acknowledge the pleasantness of it. Especially to Kiran who proposed the outing, claiming some sun would do them well.

Kiran stops, Grima happily following the command. Preparing the lounging chair, Kiran steps out of the way as Grima hurries to it. In his haste, Grima plops onto it. The chair sinking, it manages to hold all of Grima. His fat falls off the side, Grima too wide. The dipping fabric meets the sand, the reclining Grima touching it. 

Struggling, Grima can't get up, his legs barely flailing as he tries to move them. Kiran already long gone for the rest of the stuff, Grima remains stuck. 

A couple minutes as the sun shines brightly down on him, the waves do nothing to calm him. His sweat increasing, Grima continues to flail.

Kiran returning with the rest of the items, he places the parasol in the sand, away from Grima. Placing a beach towel on the sand, Kiran lugs the heavy cooler towards the shade. Grima stuck in the sun, Kiran pulls out the sun screen. 

Grima growls from seeing it again. "I already put that blasted thing on," Frowning, his attempts to get out of the chair result in nothing. 

"You need another layer," Kiran plops a large dollop onto his hands. Doing a once-over of Grima's body, Kiran smiles. "This'll take awhile, but I'll make sure to feed you," 

Grima's breath hitches as the cool cream is rubbed on his body. "There better be a lot,"