Can't Just Have Two
The first part to this story
Well, it's now been a year since I really started writing and focusing on my kink writing instead of like writing about it once in a blue moon.
But yeah! One whole year of doing this!!! This blog was created probably around a week or two before I started writing but oh well, I count this as the day this blog was like made.
It also is the day the first FE game was released, so that also makes me more excited about it than I should lol. Though I will never play the wreck that is the original FE1 (maybe)
This story is a continuation of the first kink story I published, (and which I never really continued despite saying I would ajfjkesns)
I love a bunch of the fates cast, so I had to include more. Cause you can't just stop at one two.
But, anyways, I hope you enjoy and thanks for sticking with me! Here's to another year!
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"Uh-uh," Corrin chastises. Standing behind Kaden, Corrin rests against his pillowy back. Sinking into it, he has both arms spread and lifting up Kaden's. "They need your measurements," Lightly smacking Kaden's face, Corrin rests his chin in the crook of Kaden's plush shoulders. "So, behave,"
Glancing to the side, Keaton's snoring form rings loudly in the room. "He's not!" Kaden points out.
"Keaton's just sleeping. You snore just as bad as he does,"
Kaden blubbers as Corrin exposes him, his face turning red.
The team of royal tailors working as fast as they can, lest a overly heavy kitsune topple over and crush them, deft hands work tape measures around Kaden. Fat squishing as tape tightly wraps around skin, Kaden holds back his squirming under Corrin's watchful eye. The tailors starting from the top, they leave no roll untouched. The width of his shoulders, the circunfey of his arms, the length of his arms, the circumference of his chest, his torso, everything taken into consideration. Two people needed to measure him, Jakob diligently records all the measurements. The process makes him feel like a beast being appraised, the tailors' uncaring poking and prodding making Kaden's tail stand on end.
"We're almost done," Corrin whispers in Kaden's ear. Rubbing the little tuft of fur lining the top of it, Corrin stands back, the tailors now taking Kaden's lower measurements.
A hand not Corrin's on his ass, Kaden stiffens. His own hand twitching, Corrin's glare stops him, Kaden behaving.
"You have him well trained, milord," Jakob finishes writing off the last numbers off, his face disinterested as always. His own figure having gained weight, the extra dozens of pounds is still only a minimal gain in weight in comparison to other members of Corrin's staff. And compared to Corrin's pets, Jakob's hefty form is nothing more than a drop in the bucket. "Unlike the other one," Grabbing the tailors' book, Jakob quickly transfers over the numbers before handing it back to them, keeping the original for Corrin's personal information.
"Why does he have to be here?" Kaden frowns. Corrin ignoring the question, he grabs Kaden's left arm. Lugging it around his back, he paces his steps for Kaden's arduous waddles. His fat jiggling, the only non-blubbery part of him that remains is his ears and tail, both seemingly small on his fat swaddled frame. Corrin helping gently lower him, Kaden's lardy ass still makes the couch shake, Keaton waking up.
"Ugh, what now?" Scratching his overflowing moobs, Keaton yawns.
"It's your turn," Resting both hands on his bulbous gut, Kaden catches his breath.
"Such lack of manners," Jakob criticises, ignoring the way his usual uniform seems to cling and tug his body, especially around his soft flabby thighs, the hardest hit area from his increased adipose.
"Next to you, we're all barbarians," Corrin Snickers, a dainty hand to his mouth.
"Milord! You-"
"It's okay Jakob," Corrin rests a hand on Jakob's shoulder. "I know you meant no harm. Besides, it adds to their charm,"
Looking at Kaden and Keaton, Corrin lovingly grins at the two. The couch specifically made for the two of them, it had been made to hold both of them. But with Corrin's best efforts, and Kaden and Keaton accepting all the food, their bloated figures now take up the entire width of it.
Both pushed up against each other, their obese bodies show the difference in how their body grew.
Kaden bottom heavy, his humongous ass is capable of smothering another being, doorways suffering from it. Each cheek having piled on as much fat as it could, the once spherical ass had instead become square, most definition lost. Keaton's stomach is similar, the titanic mass of rolls leaning forward and smushing anything in its path. Rolls overlapping, it gives him the appearance of possessing multiple stomachs, an idea not far off considering Keaton's eating habits.
Kaden's eating habits different, the quantity he eats is nearly identical. His own stomach nothing to scoff at, the spherical saggy mass rests on his thighs. His thighs their own beast, the meaty gargantuan thighs dig and rub against each other, Kaden's legs pinned together from his fat alone. Larger than columns themselves, the pinching rolls of fat overlap and crease upon sitting. Keaton's thighs larger than any fit human, they still pale in comparison to Kaden's. Keaton's breasts larger than even his own plush face, the two spheres rest comfortably on his dome of a stomach, his chest splaying to the side. Kaden's own chest not far behind, his does the same.
Both sitting next to each other, the chair groans under their ridiculous weights. Pressed up uncomfortably into one another, they both begin to complain.
"Move!" Kaden starts, giving Keaton a shove that accomplishes nothing.
"I was here first!" Keaton shoves back, also just as ineffectively. "Corrin let me sit here, not you," Keaton leans back into the chair, winking at Corrin.
"Well, now it's my turn," Kaden turns red. "I got measured first this time like how last time you got measured first,"
The two bickering back and forth, Corrin simply laughs at the scene, the two's usual tit for tat routine adorable to Corrin. Especially once he found out the two's antics were specifically meant for show in front of Corrin, the two far more amicable with each other than most others believed.
"May you have mercy the day you show any sign of favoritism, Lord Corrin," Kaze suddenly announces his presence beside Corrin.
"Hmmph," Jakob fixes his tie, hiding his shock. "It'd do you well, to properly announce yourself in front of his majesty,"
"I sensed him long ago, Jakob," Corrin peers down at Kaze. "I've gotten accustomed to his protective presence,"
Kaze also having filled out during his time in Valla, a good portion of his weight went to his middle, Kaze's bulging stomach even more exaggerated with his black spandex. His stomach tucked in, it rests above his crotch. Kaze's plump arms are also exaggerated by the lining, no end in sight from Corrin's furtive glances. His tights no longer the usual loose fabric, the change is now tighter, his fat thighs visible.
"Thank you, Lord Corrin,"
"You two need to loosen up. You can simply call me by my name," Corrin lightly scolds. Both of them refuting, Corrin rolls his eyes.
Keaton and Kaden spotting the two other men by Corrin's side, their restlessness grows, both grunting and struggling to stand up. Their rolls shaking, the couch dangerously creaks under them.
"See," Corrin rests the palm of his hands on Kaden's and Keaton's stomach. "They never get this antsy when it's just the two of them," Corrin laughs at the resulting denial.
"Anyways, it's your turn, Keaton," Grabbing both of Keaton's hands, he easily lifts him up, Corrin's draconic strength a savior. Helping him waddle, Keaton's gut sways with each step, Keaton clinging to Corrin.
The tailors at the ready, they immediately get to work on Keaton.
"H-hey! Watch what you're doing!" Keaton huffs, shifting his weight from one foot to another as the tailors touch his breaths and stomach, his body shaking from the prodding.
"They're doing their job, Keaton. Now behave," Corrin tugs at Keaton's ear before letting go.
Aware of Keaton's more prevalent temper tantrums, the tailors rapidly move on to Keaton's lower half. Keaton whimpering, he holds back his complaints as Corrin glares at him.
Jakob diligently writing down the measurements, Kaze writes them down as well, handing his notes to the tailors as the finish measuring Keaton.
"Good boy," Leading Keaton back to the couch, he flops back down, absolutely exhausted.
"Corrin!" Barging in through the doors, Silas happily trods in. His rolling gut bouncing, his ass shakes behind him, each lump of a thigh jiggling past each other. Silas the largest of Corrin's retainers, his body is equally fatty all around. "Your dinner is ready. Though the chefs feel that even this is a lot of food," He rubs his neck.
"It's just enough," Corrin reaches down to grab Keaton. Lifting him up once more, Corrin helps him. "Today is Keaton's turn," Corrin directs his statement to Kaden, Kaden grumbling to himself.
Stewing, Kaden's tail bristles as he stares at Corrin and Keaton leave, Keaton struggling to fit through the door. Huffing, he pouts as Silas pats his head, Kaze and Jakob ignoring him. Though, soon enough, Corrin returns alone, helping Kaden up as well.
"Oh, I almost forgot, I asked the chefs to make extra because I wanted to invite you three as well," Grinning, Corrin helps Kaden move, not bothering to wait for a response.
"Of course, Corrin!"
"As you wish, Lord Corrin,"
"I would be honored, milord,"
The three trailing behind Corrin like ducklings, the way to the kitchens is short, Corrin remodeling the castle to have the tailors and the kitchen close to the private wing.
Helping the tired Kaden sit down in his massive bench for a chair, Keaton already tired and seated in his own, Corrin ushers the others to sit as well. Their chairs elicit zero creaking from any of them.
The table absolutely filled to the brim with delicacies from Hoshido and Nohr alongside Valla's own, the empty space is nearly non-existent.
"Help yourself," Corrin insists, already handing heaping plates to Keaton and Kaden.
Each listening to Corrin to varying degrees, they begin to serve themselves, chatting amongst each other.
Tossing a few glances every so often, Corrin smiles, having followed tradition and taking in Kaden and Keaton as personal pets to pamper and plump up, he had already been greedy in choosing both instead of one. Then it'd be just fine offering the same services to his three loyal retainers, all three already on the road that Keaton and Kaden walked through.
Brought back to his senses, Kaden huffing and Keaton whining, Corrin apologizes before focusing.
Cleaning their faces, Corrin pinches their cheeks. If he's gonna widen his scope, then he's going to have to work even harder, a task that Corrin is all too happy to work for, imagining said future as everyone continue s to dig in.
