#fat!ranulf

I had an idea and it became this compromise since I didn't have the mental focus/span to flesh it out. So have this 2.5k story instead that I may or may not expand upon with each individual.

This was also inspired by tumbyrumblings writing since I love their style and wanted to try and emulate it.

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Fanning himself, Corrin leans his head back, resting against the counter. Chugging a bottle of water, he sighs. Picking at his shirt, the collar clinging to his neck, be pats himself with a paper towel. Checking his phone for the time, the day still has much to go with it only being 1pm. Several messages wishing him a happy birthday, Corrin smiles. Throwing a dinner, he forbade any gifts to him during this party. Why need a gift when they'll all definitely pale in comparison to the gift he has planned for himself. The oven beeping, he focuses back on his war plan of a feast, everything going perfectly so far.

At the same time, Kaden and Keaton are getting ready for Corrin's dinner party, both of them currently dressing. Both nearly immobile, getting ready without Corrin's help was proving to be a huge ordeal. Kaden is currently in just boxers, his ass straining against the fabric. Keaton has pants on, the clothes much larger than he thought.

Kaden has a large ass, his but losing any definition and resembling more like lardy squares. His thighs following suit, the press up against each other, walking an ordeal. His stomach is no slouch either, the container for his feasts dropping down to his mid thighs. 

Keaton has a larger stomach, his nearly reaching down to his knees. His breasts bigger than most womens', he still forgoes a bra, both of them sagging to the side. His body has an apple shape to Kaden's pear shape. Both of them are in the 600s, immobility getting closer.

"Hey, those are my pants!" Kaden yells, a flabby hand on his wide love handle. 

Keaton looks down, ears drooping. "It took me forever to put these on….," Reaching below his stomach, he struggles to reach his belt, gigantic gut in the way. 

"I'll do it," Reaching down, Kaden unclasps the belt. 

Unbuttoning the pants, Keaton shimmies out of them. Huffing, he steps out, leaving them on the floor and sitting down on the bed. 

"You can at least hand them to me!" Kaden shouts, hands crossed over his chest. 

"Too tired," Keaton whines, face flushed from taking off the pants. Grumbling, Kaden picks up the pair. Leaning down, his hand wobbles as he uses it to support himself. Stomach grazing the floor, he picks them up, now as tired as Keaton. Sitting on the bed, both of their bodies pressing up against each other, they sigh. 

"We really gotta get ready," Keaton comments, tongue sticking out. 

"Yeahhhhhhhhh. It starts soon and we still gotta drive," Kaden complains. "Help me get ready,"

"Fine. But you gotta help me," 

"Sure," Hands on his knees, Kaden huffs as he stands up, tired. Handing his pants to Keaton he places them on the floor for Kaden to step into. Kaden in place, he shimmies them up. Keaton struggles to shove Kaden's ass inside them. 

"You're ass is too huge,"

"Careful back there. Corrin is always delicate with me,"

"Well I'm not Corrin and we have to hurry," Kaden's ass contained, the pants outlining them perfectly, Keaton button them. "Now where are my pants?"

Kaden rolls his eyes. Opening Keaton's drawers, he finds them right away. "Get ready," Doing the same for Keaton ends up much easier. 

"Here's my shirt," Keaton hands Kaden a wrinkled shirt that he chooses not to comment on. The design is a simple black and red plaid print. Keaton lifts his hands up, the fatty arms dangling. "Hurry up, this is exhausting," Kaden slaps his gut in response. 

"It's not my fault you're too fat," The button up on, Kaden begins buttoning it. The process a bunch of fat squishing into fat, he takes breaks to rest his tired arms. All of it buttoned, Keaton's gut still shows, the shirt not quite fitting. 

"This is perfect. Corrin loves it when my gut shows," 

"Whatever. Now do mine," Kaden grumbles. His plain white button up proves easier with his smaller gut. 

"We're done!" Keaton shouts, proud of himself. 

"No we're not," Kaden shoves Keaton onto the bed, the mattress shaking along with his fat. A brand new pair of socks in hands, Kaden not trusting Keaton's slobbish ways, he gets on his knees. Getting then on along with a pair of black sneakers, the task nearly impossible for Keaton to do by himself, he pants. "Now help me up," Keaton grabs Kaden's hand, the two grunting. Kaden now up, Keaton does the same thing. 

"Now we're done!" Keaton shouts, tail wagging. 

"Yeah," Kaden groans, putting on clothes an ordeal for the two of them. "You're driving first,"

"My gut touches the wheel. You should drive first,"

"My ass hits the divider. And I already have the directions and nearby food, so you drive first,"

Keaton complaining, the empty kitchen seals the deal. "Where's the nearest place?" He asks as he grabs the keys.

Meanwhile, Yarne is at his small apartment, holding back tears. Close to Kaden and Keaton's size, Yarne is also nearing immobility, his cravings for Corrin's baked goods as wanton as the others.

"Nononononono," he repeats, the pants he planned to wear torn. All his searching only reveals no other pants to wear, the only other fitting size his sweatpants. Searching again, he ends up finding slacks. These ones far too big for him he scours for a belt. The pants a gift from Corrin, he wonders why they were so big. He blushes when it hits him. While Yarne's weight went a bit more to his stomach, his ass was no quitter, the meaty buttocks gaining weight alongside the rest of his body. 

Pairing it with a navy blue shirt, he slowly buttons it up, his wide gut in the way. The shirt buttoned, he unbuttons his pants and tucks his shirt. Buttoning up his pants again, he finds it all so constricting. He feels how his stomach pushes into his shirt, each outline and roll visible for all. Sighing, he heads to the train, hoping a seat will be available and also hoping that people won't stare like the other times.

Unlike Yarne's concerned state, Ranulf sits pretty in his house, fully dressed and eating. Embracing the lazy lifestyle, he lies down on his couch, eating a slice of pizza from yesterday. Wearing some jeans and a green shirt, Ranulf sighs as he finishes the slice. Patting his stomach, patting his stomach, he shifts to sit up. 

His ass straining against his pants, it's proportionally his biggest asset. His stomach rests on his thighs. Not Yarne's size, Ranulf still has a good grasp on mobility, a grasp he wants to keep for the near future. Though he does enjoy all the stuffing sessions he has with Corrin. Ranulf turns off the TV when he sees that his Uber is here. He smiles when their eyes widen, unused to seeing a literal fat cat.

Rushing, Skrimir complains and mutter to himself the entire car ride. Having to get a last minute resizing for his suit left him in a grumpy mood. Despite previously teetering on the edge of obesity, Skrimir was now in said territory. Despite that, his suit fits him immaculately, his expanse completely covered. Everything went equally on Skrimir, his entire body bulky.

Checking his phone once again, Corrin smiles at the time. "Soon," he thinks, greedily rubbing his hands from seeing the food on the table. Taking a quick shower to clean off the day's grime and sweat from cooking all day he sighs from relief. 

Buying a large secluded house and inviting all of his boyfriends over, initial awkwardness be damned, soon he'd have it all. 

Finishing and changing, he wears light layers, Corrin always preferring less clothing. A simple t-shirt and jeans with sneakers, he grins as the first person arrives, the doorbell buzzing. 

Calming himself before he opens it, he smiles as Skrimir rushes inside. Embracing Corrin in a bear hug, he lifts him off the ground, Corrin pressed up against his fat. 

Sniffing the air, Skrimir visibly perks up from the smell of Corrin's food. 

"We still have to wait for everyone else," Corrin says, breaking Skrimir out of his trance. 

"Of course," 

Thankfully the wait shortens as someone else rings the doorbell. Opening it, Corrin finds Ranulf. "Guess I'm not the first one," Ranulf smiles as Corrin hugs him. "Whatever you cooked smells damn delicious," He laughs when he sees Skrimir. "A bit overdressed, no?" 

Another doorbell quiets their little quarrel. Corrin smiles at Yarne, a face red. "Sorry I'm a bit late, had to walk from the train station," 

Corrin laughs, giving Yarne a kiss. "You should've told me so I could've picked you up," Ushering him inside, Corrin scours for Kaden or Keaton. Closing the door, he doesn't miss the way Skrimir's eyes nearly bulge out from seeing the wide Taguel. 

Having them sit in the living room for the while, Corrin doesn't catch the slightly dead small talk, his brain overstimulated from being so close.

"I'll get it!" He shouts before apologizing, realizing his volume. Opening the door, Corrin beams at his last two guests having arrived. The two fighting to see who gets in first, they only stop when Corrin scowls at them. Kissing Keaton first, he gives Kaden a kiss second. 

Letting them inside, he smiles as Skrimir keeps glancing at the other four, clearly the skinniest of the bunch. 

"Dinner is ready and still warm," Corrin announces, everyone's attention transfixed on his message of food. 

Using his secret ingredient in his pastries for all of today's feast, Corrin also exponentially increased the quantities. The addictive spice already taking hold of them long ago when they first met Corrin, the heavy scent of it catches all of their stomachs' attention. Everyone seated, Corrin brings out the food, joy visible with every step. A loud happy birthday thrown his way, Corrin doesn't care, the best part of his birthday about to begin.

His own food not laced with the stuff, he doesn't even look at it, only hungry to see everyone else stuff themselves. He hungrily stares at everyone else, waiting for that first bite to secure their fate.

And then it happens.

Mouth parched, Corrin's focus constantly shift, unsure of who to stare at. Unable to get a perfect picture, he does get too see them all struggle, the small rational part of their brain attempting to resist. 

Watching Keaton, Corrin marvels at the way his hands make quick work of the food. Hands working faster than he thought possible, Keaton shoves the food into his mouth. Several specks of food ending up on his face instead of his mouth, Corrin's focus shifts to Keaton's plaid shirt. His body bulging, the button strains against it. The popping buttons disturbs no one, Corrin the only one to really notice. Hairy chest shown off, Corrin stands up, unable to restrain himself. Standing behind Keaton, he reaches around, grabbing his hefty chest. Fondling them in his hands, he lifts them, feeling their heft. Keaton ignores him, food more important. Placing his hands on Keaton's stomach, he presses down. His hands sink in the yoga ball of fat. 

"So good," He whispers in Keaton's ears. "There's more food," Keaton's eagerness kicks in despite his largening hands. Another plate consumed, the deftness of his hands lessen, his body gaining more weight.

A loud tear catches Corrin's attention. Turning around, he catches sight of Kaden's pale rear. Feet leading him behind Kaden, he rakes his hand through Kaden's hair, ruffling the soft plush hair. A hand digging its way past Kaden's torn boxers, another on his thigh, he squeezes them. Kaden squirms, unused to such forcefulness from Corrin.

"So obedient," He wheezes, hot breath on Kaden's neck. "Let's get you nice and immobile," Hands exploring Kaden's body as he sits on his knees, Corrin pants. His breathing quickens as Kaden only eats more, the already large chair struggling to contain his ass. 

A whine steals his attention next. Yarne the culprit, Corrin laughs at his predicament. The food too enticing, he continues to shovel it in with one hand. His other hand tries to unbuckle his belt, the loose pants no longer loose. Corrin helping, he unbuckles the belt himself. Yarne's guy surging forward, he rubs the round surface. Yarne's embarrassment still slightly there, he slows down his eating. 

Corrin tugs Yarne's ear, supplying more food as he opens his mouth. "Who said you could stop?" An eye closed as he chews, Yarne complies, the delicious taste reeling him back in. "That's a good big bunny,"

"What about me?" Corrin turns around from Ranulf's voice. T-shirt straining, he leans back against his chair, hands resting on his belly. Corrin by his side in an instant, he sits on Ranulf's lap, a whine leaving his mouth. Corrin grabs plates, hand feeding them to him. A couple of huffs leaving his mouth, Corrin silences them all with more food. 

"You wanted my attention," Ranulf nods his head, heterochromatic eyes transfixed on each new forkful Corrin brings him. Pressed up against Ranulf, Corrin shuffles, rubbing against him. When he stands back up, the laced food does its job, Ranulf caring more about it than Corrin.

A chair falling, Corrin smiles, wondering who broke their first. His smile turns upside down, a frown marring his face when he sees Skrimir standing. Skrimir facing him, his eyes widen. Suit absolutely stuffed with his weight, Skrimir's getaway ends up finished with a tackle from Corrin.

"If you didn't like the food, let me give you some more," Forcing bread down Skrimir's mouth, Corrin leans on him. "I made a lot of food. I'm sure you'll find something you like," Straddling Skrimir, he continues his torrent of food. Skrimir the skinniest by far, he intends to help fix that. 

The mini stuffing session with Skrimir reaching an end, Corrin gets off. The desired results reached, he smiles as Skrimir rubs his stuffed stomach, his suit torn. Skrimir nods his head when Corrin asks him about seconds, Corrin helping him sit back down. 

Standing up, Corrin marvels at the sight. Five fattening men desperate to stuff themselves with more food. The table near empty, it becomes a fight to see who can grab it first. Unfortunately for all of them, their weight pins them to their chair, unable to reach the centerpiece, a 3 tier chocolate cake. 

Reaching it himself, he smiles at their faces, a mixture of panic and fear, unsure of what Corrin will do with the cake. 

"Who wants it the most?" The innocuous question poses, Corrin inhales, lungs at near full capacity from his cheer at the cacophony of voices. He grins, all five rendered needy under his special ingredient.

All smut content will be tagged #risque

The second of the six chapters is done. This one isn't as explicit as Skrimir's, but it is still explicit.

Kinda wanted a loving route but that didn't happen asdfodmdj but that'll be for Yarne probably

Not entirely pleased all the way with the smut, but it's a start? I still have my first ever written stories, first non-kink and I think also still have my first wg, story and those are super rough compared to now, so I can at least say that'll probably get better lol

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"So nice and full," Rubbing the seated Ranulf's stomach, Corrin ruthlessly shakes it every once in awhile. Liquid sloshing around, Corrin smiles with each pained breathe Ranulf lets out. 

Ranulf was never really one to go out and grab his own meal. He found pleasure in teasing Corrin, claiming being famished in hopes of stirring him to feed him. It always worked, Corrin desperate to see him gain weight. After his little birthday happening, Ranulf's teasing was still there. But Corrin was now ultimately in control, Ranulf soon immobilized. Corrin originally had Ranulf on a huge custom bed before Ranulf crushed it during a feeding session. He was either lying down on his back or sitting up on his ass, the gargantuan mounds a lovely playtoy for Corrin.

"I would appreciate a bit of kinder treatment," One eye closed as a particular shake feels like a tsunami is forming in his stomach, Ranulf burps. Midshake, Corrin lifts up Ranulf's stomach. His mop of hair barely visible by Ranulf with his body in the way, he groans as Corrin continues lifting it. As if a rocket, his stomach only goes higher, Corrin's lithe figure belies his draconic strength. Eyes shut for the inevitable descent, the stormy riptide in his stomach jolts him as Corrin drops his stomach with no warning, an audible slap sounding. 

"What would you prefer?" Corrin asks.

"A belly rub would be nice," Eyes drooping, Ranulf attempts a stretch but can't, tired gasps only coming out from trying to move. "I'm just so big and full," He smirks as he sees the desired effect on Corrin, lips being licked. "I don't think I'll ever be able to put on clothes again. Not that I mind," Hands resting on his moobs, Ranulf rubs himself, face red, eyes intently watching how Corrin's breathing quickens. 

"Then let me help you," Corrin standing behind Ranulf he offers a shoulder rub, his hands sinking and shifting Ranulf's blubber. Ranulf hisses and mewls, always partial to Corrin's massages. His hands traveling upward, Ranulf purrs as Corrin's hands caress his cheeks, each one fatty enough to barely fit in Corrin's hands. Hands now in his hair, picking at his ears, Ranulf turns into putty. Granted his body is already the human equivalent of putty, his rolls malleable from how many exist. He whines when Corrin's hands leave him. 

"Why'd you stop?" No response, Ranulf can hear Corrin still behind him. Silence stretching on a bit longer than he'd like, Corrin planning something, he keeps the cool in his voice. "Y'know, if-" He twitches from a blindfold put over his eyes. His ears still serviceable, he hears Corrin walk out, his hurried footsteps betraying the lightness of his feet. No time wasted, Corrin hurries back, the sound of a cart in tow.

Immediately by Ranulf's side, he traces his right index finger in circular motions, slowly spiraling up. Hand on Ranulf's breast, the meaty boobs once using bras before any Corrin could find were either too small or too weak, Corrin traces his finger on his aureola. A mewl making its way up Ranulf's throat, his lardy arms, quivering, Ranulf moans, his breasts always an area of weakness for him. 

One hand persistent with Ranulf's moob, he focuses his other one on grabbing food. Brownie brought to his face, Ranulf nearly chokes, not expecting a treat to be shoved in him.

"Eat up," Mouth clamping around Ranulf's nipple, he playfully nibbles at it before pulling it, Ranulf's mewls fill the room. Hands shakingly bringing the brownies to Ranulf's mouth, Ranulf does the rest of the work, tongue devouring it all. 

The desperate whines of the cat underneath him finer than any operatic singer, Corrin pushes himself away from Ranulf. Hands on Ranulf's shoulders, he pulls him down, stomach rising in the air as his breasts pool down to his face. Ranulf still too relaxed for his taste, he takes a couple of padded steps away. Then he takes another. And then a couple more before he's in front of Ranulf's great big belly. 

Ranulf's whines a bit more incessant, Corrin's name constantly leaving his lips, Corrin withholds his snicker. Pretending to walk away, he fakes lighter footsteps. Hearing Ranulf's strained breath as he pathetically lifts his head up, he grabs his left arm with his right hand, squeezing until it goes white. 

"Corrin?" No response. The room silent and unable to see, Ranulf's mind erroneously connects the dots. "Corrin! Come back," Little grunts and his feet kicking in the air, his ankles unable to even touch the ground with his doorway busting calves, Ranulf tuckers himself out. "I'll eat whatever. Just please," A steady rhythm of pleasurable gasps as Ranulf struggles, Corrin touches himself.

Hand reaching the base, he wraps his hand around his member. Hjs thick and long third leg a happy byproduct of his draconic lineage, a couple strokes as he holds his own breath is all that do him in, palm full of his own semen. 

Staring at Ranulf's stomach, the idea plants itself in his mind. Wiping his jizz on Ranulf, smiling at marking his territory, Corrin places both hands under Ranulf's stomach. 

"Corrin!" Cheer back in his voice, Ranulf grunts as Corrin grabs his fat, fingers digging into him. 

Offering no words, no air coming into his lungs as he holds his breath, Corrin heaves Ranulf's stomach up. The pile of fat slowly pushed up, Corrin edges his body closer. The little barely even able to be called kicks that Ranulf does motivates Corrin, his almost gone strength slowly returning to him. 

Closer to his treasure, Corrin finds his treasure chest. Ranulf's bloated fat pad marking the spot, Corrin laughs at being unable to spot Ranulf's dick. His fat pad so warped and stretched out from his weight that it completely covers it.

Counting to three, Corrin slowly lets go of Ranulf's stomach with his right hand. One hand barely supporting the gut, it falls back down on Corrin, pushing his head into Ranulf's fat pad, the must entering his nose. Ranulf's whines break him out of his reverie.

Barely able to push back for some leverage, Corrin creates a bit of space for himself. Shoving his hand in Ranulf's fat pad, Ranulf's moans guide him as if a metal detector.

Stomach crushing him a bit more than before, heat getting to his head, Corrin quickens his pace. A particularly loud moan followed by a small twitch that shakes his body alerts Corrin. 

Huffing, realizing that he was a bit overzealous, Corrin wastes no time. Reaching past the fat, he lands his hand on Ranulf's dick. 

The poor thing not receiving any attention in such a long time, not even having been seen in such a long time, Corrin touching it has Ranulf already excreting a bit of pre. 

Smiling, Ranulf's stomach pushing him a bit harder than he remembered, Corrin laughs at realizing it'd be impossible to blow him without getting crushed. Ranulf's fat pad far too in the way, he'd sooner end up smashing his face in the expanse of fat than wrap his lips around his dick. 

Ranulf's whines sounding stronger, Corrin plays with his hardening member, Ranulf's dick slowly pushing its way past all the fat.

Stroking it, Corrin laughs at Ranulf's bated breaths, now realizing that it is actually going to happen. 

"At least," Ranulf tenses as Corrin gives a stroke, his hand meeting more resistance from the engulfing fat than Ranulf's dick. "you took me out," He shuts up with a mewl, tongue lolling out. "to dinner first," Ranulf gasps and groans as he comes, unused to someone playing with him down there in so long. 

Corrin moves to the side as Ranulf lets loose a torrent, so pent up. Hand not escaping unaffected, his cramping legs and Ranulf's heavy stomach make him ignore that. 

Both hands supporting Ranulf's stomach, he crawls back out, careful to not step on the fat on the floor known as Ranulf's legs. 

Fresh air returning to him, Corrin let's Ranulf's stomach flop back down. "Fuck," Heaving, he rests back on Ranulf's stomach. Catching his breath, Ranulf is unable to do the same, still panting despite not being the one to lift hundreds of pounds. Legs fumbling as he stands up, Corrin wastes no time in handing Ranulf his feeding tube, his pleased libido happily accepting the food without a remark, even forgetting about his blindfolded state. 

Gazing at Ranulf, Corrin huffs, his own libido still unpleased. Seeing his big fat cat submissive to whatever he does, happy to gorge for his master stirs him back to attention. Shaking his head, a couple of breaths relax him. "If you want to eat, I'll make sure that's all you do," Corrin whispers in Ranulf's ears, licking his lips as Ranulf struggles and whines. Placing earplugs in his ears. Sense of sight and hearing gone, his taste on overdrive, feeling only his own fat and smelling his upcoming meals, Corrin keeps true to his word, Ranulf now only able to eat or think about his upcoming meals.

Direct continuation of part 2. This series is probably the most fun I've had writing in a really long time lol. I have a really soft spot for RD. I've played it around 10 times at this point.

This also kinda lost its fat focus, but the entire plot of this part is about moving Ike so it's not entirely devoid of it.

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Nursing his soup, Kyza delicately sips from it. Savoring the flavor, he smiles at the addition of basil. Lifting the spoon to his mouth, someone bumps into Kyza, the small amount of liquid spilling on the table.

"Watch your step, soldier!" Kyza reprimands. Ignoring the uptight comment, Kyza straightens out his clothes. Despite being one of the smaller tiger Laguz, Kyza's clothes had ripped during his growth, the tigers affected the most overall from their judgement. Having common sense as Kyza refers to it, his first order was to mend his clothes. And mend them he did, the outfit a heavily let out version of his uniform. His vest unable to be closed without tearing it, he has it open instead, his gray tunic on display. His old pants still fit, the typical loose Laguz pants coming extremely in handy for a majority of the Laguz.

Still sitting down, Kyza's stomach presses into the table despite his best efforts at proper posture and sitting as far back on the bench. Most of Kyza's weight went to his stomach, the tunic clinging around it for its dear life, every stomach roll perfectly visible. His thighs and rear didn't receive the same attention as his stomach, Kyza positively apple-shaped.

Kyza abruptly stands up when he sees Ranulf enter the dining hall. Loathe to admit it, he couldn't prolong food forever, his stomach winning rather than searching for his captain.

"Captain!" Kyza dutifully calls as he makes his way to Ranulf, his stomach slightly quivering against the tight tunic, the fabric caught in his love handles. Both among the smaller of their species, Kyza's size diminishes Ranulf's, the subordinate still larger than the captain.

Ranulf smiles upon seeing Kyza. "We have a situation, meet me outside the dining hall," Ranulf slinks back into the kitchens, raiding it as every soldier currently is.

"Yes sir," Kyza salutes, marching to the entrance. Standing straight against the wall, chest puffed out, his fat upper body more prevalent now, Kyza waits.

A few minutes pass by before Ranulf rejoins him, a large bundle of food now in his hands. "Follow me," The two make their way, neither of them talking, the silence instead filled with their snacking.

Reaching Ike's room, Ranulf unceremoniously opens the door. Heading in, Ranulf ignores Kyza's flabbergasted face.

Unable to even begin thinking on formulating any words, Kyza instead trepidatiously walks inside, each step mindful of Ike's overflowing body.

"You'll be fine Kyza. We need your help," climbing onto Ike's moobs, Ranulf brings out the rest of the food, which is admittedly far less than he had intended, and feeds it to Ike. Happily accepting it, Ike can barely register the conversation.

"We have to get Ike out of here, so-" Ranulf puts a hand out to stop Kyza's interruption. "So, I need you to tear down the wall leading to outside," Ranulf points to the wall opposite of the door, Ike's temporary room thankfully on the first floor.

"That's Sir Ike?" Kyza uncalmly shouts, walking around Ike to verify for himself. Indeed agreeing that it is Ike, Kyza stutters before taking deep breaths, his moobs and stomach rising and falling. "Suppose I break the wall, we can't possibly move him," Kyza gesticulates towards Ike, the hero of Crimea, now immobilized.

"We gotta start somewhere. And your the strongest tiger I know, so are you going to help Ike or no?" Smirking at the compliment working, Ranulf claps at Kyza's answer.

"Of course, captain! Pardon my earlier dissent," Kyza carefully walks around Ike, making sure to not step on him. Past Ike, Kyza transforms, the energy much more restrictive than before, he slashes at the wall a meager five times before reverting back. "Excuse my poor performance," Kyza groans as he wipes his face with his handkerchief, his face sweaty. Despite the few attempts, the wall already gives way slightly, Ranulf correct in putting his trust in Kyza.

"Good job," Ranulf commends. "Now how to move him out of here?" Ranulf murmurs as he feeds Ike a loaf.

"Even twenty of our strongest warriors would face difficulty in moving him,"

"Yeah, there's too much surface area." Ranulf pensively thinks, handing Ike another loaf. "Doesn't someone have a wyvern?"

"A wyvern would struggle with such a weight. And I doubt a wyvern has the intelligence to be able to move Ike," Break over, Kyza transforms back, chipping at the wall again. Another five slashes and some of the bricks fall, a hole now in the wall. Kyza takes another break.

"If we get enough Laguz to push Ike onto something, we could have a wyvern pull Ike," Ranulf figures out, handing Ike two loaves.

"That seems like our best bet," Kyza confesses, resuming his job.

"Hey Ike, who has a wyvern?"

"Haar," Ike wheezes out.

"Isn't he the one that's always asleep?" Ranulf questions, trying to imagine where he would be.

Ike nods his head, his cheeks and chins quivering in response.

"Keep at it Kyza, I'll be back with a wyvern," Hopping off of Ike, Ranulf's ass and thighs shake.

His first instinct to check for the scent of wyvern, Ranulf pinpoints Haar's room. He opens it only to find it completely empty. Grabbing a satchel, Ranulf sniffs it, Haar's smell on his nose. Following the trail, Ranulf ends up outside and finds them.

Asleep against his wyvern, hands resting on his stomach, Haar snores as he leans back. Originally a snorer, Haar's fattened body only worsens that trait. Larger than Ranulf and even Kyza, Haar's entire armor is now gone, none of it able to fit around him anymore. His entire uniform is now gone, his corpulent body too big for it. Haar forwent clothing, his briefs enough to cover him and his weight and wyvern enough to warm him. Considering the several half naked Laguz and Laguz as naked as Haar, he's in good company. His growth mostly focused on his rear, Haar's ass generously lifts him up as he sits on it asleep. The black briefs hug and pinch his thighs, a noticeable indent as they dig into him. His stomach rests on his lap, his engorged thighs having extra room for a larger stomach.

Detecting Ranulf's presence, Haar's wyvern alerts him, making noise and even getting up.

His support gone, Haar yawns as he falls back, now slightly awake. "What is it? It can wait later..." Haar reasons, eyes drifting back asleep. Wyvern not having any of it, they smack Haar with their tail, the appendage landing straight on his stomach. "I'm up, I'm up," Haar groans, snacking his lips. Haar bluntly reacts upon seeing Ranulf. "If you need anything, I'll pass,"

"It's about Ike; he needs your help," Ranulf pleads. "And your wyvern's help,"

"He can ask me himself," Haar retorts, a yawn escaping his lips as he scratches his rear.

"Well he's stuck," Seeing Haar's confused expression, Ranulf sighs. "You just have to see for yourself,"

With his wyvern's insistence, Haar follows Ranulf, the two of them waddling back. The trek back is cut short, Kyza already done tearing the wall.

Haar widens his one good eye, not expecting his leader to resemble a blob. Checking to make sure, Haar comes face to face to Ike.

"Haar-" Ike begins.

"Yeah yeah, save your breath. I'm on it," Heading back to Ranulf, Haar begins questioning them. "I can't just move him-"

"We know, I already have someone getting Laguz to help push Ike onto something and then your wyvern can pull him on the snow,"

"You alright with that, partner?" Haar's wyvern having a much better work ethic than him, they screech into the air, ready. "Okay, that's two things figured out. So what are we going to push Ike on?"

"I haven't figured that part yet," Ranulf admits.

"I have captain!" Kyza shouts, trudging something behind him. Several tigers follow behind him, all fatter than him. "I refurbished the tables to remove their tops and combined them," Kyza happily explains.

"You did all that this quickly?"

"The other Laguz assisted me, once they knew of Sir Ike's plight, we rushed to create this,"

Inspecting the makeshift sled, Ranulf smiles, patting Kyza on the back. "Great job everyone, now everyone head to the other side," Listening to their commander, everyone does so as Ranulf places the table turned sled beside Ike.

Everyone pauses at Ike's size. They all squish and grab his fat, everyone marveling at it.

"This is no time to dawdle, I need everyone to push and lift with all you got!" Ranulf yells to cheer them.

Listening, everyone stands side by side on one side of Ike, everyone bulbous bodies bumping into each other, the warm extremely warm despite the cold snowy weather. On Ranulf's first count, they all bend down and reach under Ike's body. By his third count they heave, Ike slowly being pushed and lifted. Grunting and complaining the only sound, everyone cheers as they slowly turn Ike. Now on his side, everyone congratulates themselves before giving one final push, sending Ike flat on his back and onto the sled. Even with tables combined to make it, Ike still overflows it, his sides grazing the snow. But he lies firmly on it, enough to be pulled.

Haar tying a rope to the added pole on the makeshift sled is the turning point, all the Laguz now leaving to resume their eating.

"Don't overwork yourself," Haar pats his wyvern on the back. A screech returned his way causes a frown. "I overwork myself all the time," Ignoring their owner, Haar's wyvern slowly trudges through the snow, Ranulf and Kyza making sure Ike doesn't fall off. Ike shakes as the wyvern drags him, his chins and cheeks wobbling. His stomach sways back and forth and up and down, the pauses taken by Haar's wyvern making Ike jiggle all over.

"Where are we taking him? We can't leave him outside," Haar points out, waddling at a distance with his arms crossed.

"The reception hall will have to do. It's big enough and close enough to an exit," All agreeing with Ranulf, they slowly head towards the main entrance at a snail's pace. A couple of close calls with Ike almost falling off, all the crises are averted. Opening the door, the wyvern enters; dragging Ike inside, the wood scrapes against stone as everyone covers their ears. Everyone except Ike who's too big to move his arms anymore.

Finally back inside the castle, everyone sighs. Haar unties his wyvern. Already ready, Kyza presents a bag of meat to them, the wyvern happily flying away with it in their mouth.

"I earned a well-deserved rest," Haar comments seconds before he rests against Ike. The stone doesn't faze him, his cushiony ass providing sufficient enough comfort. Sinking into Ike's stomach as he leans into him, his warm leader lulls him to sleep.

Ignoring Haar, Ranulf shakes his head. "Thanks Kyza, there's no way I was moving him on my own,"

"No thanks needed captain," Kyza salutes as he happily marches away, happy to receive a compliment from his superior.

Hearing not one but two sources of snoring, Ranulf whips around, finding Ike soundly asleep, somehow tired from everyone else working. Ike's massive stomach rises into the air with each inhale and falls back down with each exhale.

This'll probably be a series of shorts of right after the judgement takes place before probably fast forwarding to the future. (Maybe, I have an idea already about a future segment)

This isn't a set plot or Flow, just a bunch of drabbles really.

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Still within the camp, Ranulf lets out a sigh as he finishes his meal. He leans back and pats his new stomach as he lets out a small burp. Like most of the other cats, Ranulf was one of the smaller men. He weighs more than he thought he would possibly ever weigh, but in comparison to people like Tibarn, Ranulf could be considered puny, not like Ranulf has seen Tibarn's new form.

Rubbing his stomach, Ranulf lets out another burp. "Has anyone seen Skrimir?" A jumble of "No," sounds out before everyone goes back to their plates, food currently more important than their leader.

Sighing, Ranulf stands up and stretches, his bones popping in relief from sitting for so long. Unlike most of his companions, Ranulf's clothes still serve to maintain some shred of decency. His shirt has enough stretch that it still fits, only littered with tears to allow bits of flab to sleep through. His pants fit snugly but securely, his thighs and ass filling them out.

"Guess I'll check on him. Who knows what that hothead could be doing," Ranulf thinks as he leaves the dining hall, taking several snacks for himself for the road.

Exploring the hallways don't turn up the results Ranulf wants, no Skrimir in sight. The hallways no longer contain the usual bustle of before. Most of the army occupying the dining halls. Some stragglers wander through, the larger Laguz requiring several breaks. Every time, Ranulf steps to the side, hallways not meant for a corpulent and a chubby person side by side.

All questions about Skrimir lead to the same answer, no one knowing or caring about his location.

"Dammit, where's Janaff or Ulki?" Unable to find the two hawks to help his search, Ranulf grumbles. Reaching for a loaf of bread, Ranulf glances down at seeing it's his last. Shrugging, he shoves it into his mouth, relishing it. Eating it, he sighs as he pats his stomach. "Guess I can head back. He's probably fine," Ranulf consoles himself, indeed heading back, not even having left the castle.

His pace now far more hurried with no more food, Ranulf almost misses the banging coming nearby. Stopping, he sniffs the air.

"Ike?" Ranulf questions as he knocks on the closed door. The sound of items falling convinces Ranulf to open the door.

The open door reveals a pile of of pale slightly tan flesh overtaking the floor. The only identification that it's a human is the mop of blue hair on one end.

Lying on his stomach, Ike struggles to get up. Nearly filling the room, Ike's arms can no longer reach the floor, his stomach too high and too spread out. His feet are in the same predicament, Ike completely stuck.

"Ranulf?" Ike wheezes, his body parallel to the door, his sunken face unable to turn to see Ranulf with so much fat.

"Ike, you're, you're massive...," Ranulf stares in awe. A blob after the judgement, Ranulf's assessment of Ike is true.

Muscles now looking like they never existed on his form, Ike wheezes. Everything growing equally, Ike resembles a blown up caricature of an already blown up caricature of a Beorc.

His stomach nearly fills out the room, the numerous fat laden rolls everywhere. Ike's face rests on his gigantic moobs, his numerous chins overlapping and sinking into them. His cheeks overtake most of his vision, his stomach filling the rest. His thighs are completely stuck together, his stomach under them swaddling them together. Each thigh bigger than the doorway. Ike's arms are mostly swallowed by his fat, unable to move those as well. Ike's wrist are now around the width of his former bicep. Ike's ass juts in the air, the two piles resembling couches. His back is rife with rolls and divots of fat.

"Gotta get out," Ike groans, pinned by his weight.

Ranulf climbs up Ike's stomach and into his moobs, right in front of Ike.

I don't know why but all the beast FE are great for weight gain stuff.

Also, thank you so much! The Kaden&Keaton bakery was my favorite prompt so far! And this one also ended up being a lot longer than I expected.

Corrin’s daily routine is pretty fixed.

Wake up early, begin baking, bring back some for Kaden and Keaton. (It was more around a lot) Head back to the bakery to open and then take breaks to check up on Kaden and Keaton. Rinse and repeat.

His bakery was becoming a community fan favorite as more and more people kept coming back. Each time just a little bit bigger, Corrin was ashamed of it but he loved it. So now he could comfortably keep the bakery closed every Sunday and focus on Kaden and Keaton.

He stopped renting our from his old place and chose to move in with Kaden and Keaton, the two had pooled in their money to somehow buy a whole house. On the edges of the city, it was a great deal which Corrin was thankful for.

But even with a day off, the bakery was becoming a huge chore for just himself. He needed help and soon. So it was on one Saturday that he posted a help wanted sign on his bakery.

—-

Yarne sighs as he stretches his back out on a park bench after another failed interview. Despite his glowing resume, most places seemed to never call him back. Probably ‘cause I’m a taguel, Yarne ruefully thinks. And those that did call him, found his conversational skills a bit lacking.

“I’m a cook. It’s not like I need to talk to others.” Yarne mutters into his hands. He always had a fear of public speaking but he needed a job. Putting his panic on hold, Yarne checks his phone when it vibrates.

Checking the notification, he smiles when he sees a new job listing for a bakery. Seeing that interviewing in store would be faster, especially with the bakery two blocks away, Yarne sighs before heading to the location. Maybe he’ll be lucky this time.

—-

Corrin wipes the counter while there’s downtime. He finally has a lull in customers after a nearly packed store since the morning.

He jumps to alert when he hears the telltale jingle of a customer.

“Hello, I’ll help you by the counter.” Corrin pauses when he sees bunny ears on his customer. Taguel are exceedingly rare. And this one is extremely adorable despite the fact he looks like he wants to run away.

“Oh, h-hi.” Yarne clasps his hands in front of him. “I saw that there is an opening and I wanted to speak to the manager.” Yarne asks.

Corrin smiles as he sees such a quick response. “I’m the owner, Corrin. Pleasure to meet you.” Corrin smiles as he sees the prospective employee.

“I’m so sorry, I thought-” Yarne stutters as Corrin interrupts him.

“It’s okay. Do you have a resume?” Yarne smiles at Corrin’s lack of care of his noticeable features, his ears, tail and abundant hair ignored. Yarne produces his resume from his folder, the paper still crisp after his failed interview earlier.

“This is impressive!” Corrin compliments, reading Yarne’s years of experience. And cute to top it off.

“Thank you.” Yarner nervously says. He lets out a sigh of relief upon Corrin’s next question.

“When can you start?”

—-

Yarne may not be the best cashier, but he’s an amazing baker Corrin finds out. He’s helped create new goods. Corrin finds it adorable seeing the taguel’s obsession with carrots, but the customers love it, so there’s no harm.

Trying new recipes includes a lot of taste testing, and while Kaden and Keaton were always happy to participate, they happily gobbled everything. So Yarne ended up trying a lot of his creations before deciding they were good enough and then having customers try them.

All that taste testing was showing up on Yarne. Yarne followed Corrin’s recipes to a t and he took to using Corrin’s secret ingredient as well. Though Yarne didn’t really understand what it was for, he just knew that it made everything taste better.

It seemed to have the same effect on Yarne as it did to Kaden and Keaton, Yarne’s body clinging to every ounce of weight. Yarne was evenly distributed, he would be slightly more apple shaped, Corrin could predict. He already got his uniform in a larger size. An embarassing event for him, and a hot event for Corrin.

They always had leftover bread, so Yarne was allowed to take some home. Corrin only deemed it fair that Yarne be compensated as much as he could be, business was positively booming and his life was much easier with an extra hand.

Yarne at first took nothing, then he grabbed a bit before taking a near dozen home each day.

—-

“Yarne?” Corrin walks to the backroom, Yarne currently washing dishes and utensils from the mornings bake. Corrin gets a good look at Yarne’s plush size, up another uniform size.

“Yes, Corrin?” Yarne asks as he washes the dishes, struggling to wash off some persistent starch.

“I’m going to need you to watch over the store for a bit.” Yarner barely avoids dropping the glass bowl as he fumbles with it. He jams to the water off as he stares at Corrin.

“I- um- I don’t th-”

“I will be two blocks away. If anything happens, don’t hesitate or worry to call me.” Yarne swallows as he tries to calm his nerves. “You’ll be paid extra of course. And don’t worry what happens, I know I’m asking a lot from you.” Corrin calms Yarne down.

“Okay…” Yarne says, his brain already regretting that decision.

“Thank you so much.” Corrin pats Yarne who turns bright red. “Don’t forget to call me if anything happens. You’ll do great.”

Yarne heads to the front of the store and sighs when he sees no one. He waves goodbye to Corrin. He doesn’t miss the bundle of boxes he’s carrying in his hands.

Standing at attention, Yarne waits for any customer. He’s thankful that Corrin was at least nice enough to put him charge after lunch hour.

The half hour nearly over, Yarne smiles as he cleans the counter. He was worried over nothing.

Cheering when he hears the bell ring, he greets Corrin. “Hey Co-” Yarne’s words get stuck when he sees it’s not Corrin. Instead it’s a cat, the person’s eyes both different colors.

“I heard there was a job for cashier.” The stranger says as he leans against the counter, looking up at Yarne.

“Uh, yes. Let me call the owner.” Dialing Corrin Yarne mentally cheers when Corrin picks up right away concerned about him. “Everything is under control. But, there’s someone asking about the cashier position.” Yarne pulls away the phone when he hears Corrin yell, saying he’ll be there soon.

“He says he’ll be here soon.”

“Thanks. Guess I found a good employer that’ll hire beasts like us.” Yarne blushes at the cat’s directness. “I’m Ranulf.”

—-

“Thanks for stopping by!” Ranulf waves goodbye as he leans against the counter, his moobs squishing against his flabby arms. “Hey boss.” Ranulf waves as Corrin enters from the backroom.

“Hey Ranulf.” Corrin greets back.

Today was the third week of Ranulf’s job and Yarne’s fifth week. Corrin couldn’t ask for better employees, they were great at their job and the two were nice to each other. And they were cute to boot.

Corrin could see that Ranulf took to the take home extra rule much more than Yarne. Ranulf was already sporting a beginner’s belly and the overall chub to go with it.

Done baking, Yarne also comes out the backroom. He sits down as he wipes the sweat. Ranulf notices the way that Corrin looks at him and Yarne. His coworker had gone up a size since he started.

Corrin adjusts the bread and deserts on display when Ranulf calls him.

“Hey boss?”

“Yeah Ranulf?”

“How’re you still single?” Ranulf smiles when it garners a reaction from both Corrin and Yarne. Corrin nearly hits his head as he stands back up, blushing.

“I’m not single.” Corrin quickly responds. Ranulf doesn’t miss the way Yarne lightly frowns, and truth be told he’s a bit upset too.

“That’s a shame. Why don’t you ever bring him around?” Doesn’t mean he won’t continue teasing his boss.

“It’s more of an open relationship with them.” Ranulf tries to register what Corrin was said. He wasn’t expecting his boss to be like that.

Yarne blushes from Corrin’s straightforwardness.

“Open as in, all of you, or individual?” Ranulf questions some more. Yarne stammers upon Ranulf’s question.

“Th-that’s awfully personal!” Yarne blushes.

“I’ve been in open relationships before. I wouldn’t mind trying out another one.” Ranulf winks at Corrin, the intent clear. Corrin turns as red as his eyes.

“Could be either. ” Corrin blushes. “I need some air. You two can close for today.” Corrin tosses the keys to Yarne and escapes.

“Now you know to not give up easily.” Ranulf chastises as he closes the display case.

“You have no shame…” Yarne says, his hands on his ears.

“C'mon, you think he’s cute too. So help me clean up. The usual rush will start in a bit.”

The two prepare for the rush and once the stores usual operating hours end, they both take home two boxes of goods for themselves.

—-

Corrin sighs as he lies in bed. Most days off are peaceful but he couldn’t help but think about what Ranulf said. He does like him and Yarne. And he has talked it over with Kaden and Keaton and they’re okay with it.

But two boyfriends already felt excessive. To have four! The thoughts always bring a smile and a blush to his face but still. He needs to think about it.

—-

About a month goes by after Ranulf’s inquiry. Ranulf had the decency to let it go, Yarne was too embarrassed to bring it back up, and Corrin was still trying to decide.

That decision kept getting harder and harder as he saw his two employees getting bigger.

Yarne seemed to eat his feelings away, more and more goods ended up going to his house at the end of each day. The secret ingredient’s effects far more potent on beasts than humans, Yarne ballooned out. Baking was becoming harder now, it was tiring for the growing taguel.

Corrin wasn’t sure but he felt as if Ranulf was always looking at him. And whenever he looked his way, he’d see Ranulf devouring a snack when there were no customers present.

The backroom was not made with the intent of heavier set people getting there; Yarne’s body is closing the gap between the doorway and himself. And he’s closing it fast. Corrin wasn’t sure but he assumed Yarne was getting near 500. Yarne now has to tuck in his shirt to stop his stomach from showing. His shirt conforms to his stomach, the U shape present standing or waddling.

Ranulf looks like he just made it to the 400’s. Like Yarne, Ranulf’s fat shifted across relatively equally, but unlike Yarne, Ranulf is a tad bit more pear shaped. His chunky ass is seated on a chair by the register. Despite his size, Ranulf seems to get bolder, more and more compliments showered on Corrin.

Standing was becoming an issue for the two of them.

“You come up with a decision or something?” Ranulf asks Corrin.

“Hmm?” Corrin tilts his head, unsure of the question.

“So are you open or not? You’ve been starring at me and Yarne for a long time.” Hearing his name, Yarne waddles to the front, his thighs brushing against the door.

Corrin turns red, not expecting this so soon. “I’m open to another relationship.” Corrin says, his face red. “With both of you.”

Yarne nearly chokes on air; Ranulf smiles, a tint of red on his cheeks.

“I knew you’d make the right choice.” Ranulf waddles and flips the sign to close. He grabs Corrin and Yarne and leads them to the back room. He sits Yarne down and grabs a chair for himself.

“What’re-” Yarne asks Ranulf only to be interrupted by a cake brought to his lips.

“You’ve been wanting to feed us since you met us huh? Well, I’m waiting.” Ranulf leans back into his chair as Corrin brings a slice to his face as well.

Yarne blushes as he chews. Whatever words he has planned get ruined by more sweets fed to him.

“You like it too, just look at you.” Ranulf says to Yarne, looking at his fat body. “And so do I. See, this benefits all three of us.”

Skrimir has to be top 5 from RD for me. Rambunctious hot men are perf. Add some pudge to calm them down? Amazing. This also ended up really long holy crap. Not much weight gain, and no one’s immobile, for now YET cause I would love to write about that soon, I’m trying to focus on sizes and movement which I gave up near the end lol.

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Corrin lies in bed, right arm as a pillow as the morning’s rays begin their invasion of his home. The sun isn’t what wakes him up however; it’s the commotion coming from his kitchen that does.

The two of them hungry, they surprisingly woke up early to stuff themselves. Exhausted from the busy day at the bakery yesterday, Corrin somehow didn’t wake up from their slow and loud attempts to get up.

Getting closer to the edge of immobility, Kaden and Keaton practically needed help with everything. In nothing but ill fitting boxers, they sit across from each other at their huge table. To even sit close enough to reach their food, their stomachs press into the edge.

Both far hairier than the average human, they were massive. At their size, the difference was hardly noticeable but Keaton has a larger gut, the packed container resting on the table. Kaden was more gifted in the rear, his ass falling off his chair.

“That donut was mine.” Kaden shouts.

“Corrin said I could have it.” Keaton lies as he greedily licks the sugary powder off his sausage sized fingers.

“You’re a liar, Corrin knows sugar is my favorite.” Kaden complains as he attempts to stand up. Stomach complaining, Kaden remains seated.

“You ate my cupcake yesterday.” Keaton reminds Kaden. Keaton continues stuffing himself while Kaden rubs his own stomach.

“Cause you ate my pudding the day before that…” Kaden retaliates, his voice strained as his stomach requires relief.

“Yeah, and you…” The two continue back and forth about who ate what, the both of them throwing in lies here and there which neither of them catch, their intake far too large for them to remember.

Their bickering goes on, their voices reaching Corrin’s sensitive ears. Stretching, Corrin sighs as his bones crack. In nothing but boxers as well, the nights far too extremely warm to wear pajamas having two mammoths as bed partners, Corrin groggily makes his way to the kitchen. The walls as his guide, Corrin hears Kaden and Keaton quiet down as he reaches them.

“Morning.” Corrin greets as he gives a long hug to each before kissing them. Removing himself from their tempting warmth, Corrin quickly readies himself for work.

Now showered and dressed, Corrin gives Kaden and Keaton a goodbye kiss. “I won’t be back till after closing. There’s more stuff from the bakery in the pantry by the fridge. Love you.” Corrin says as he leaves with a smile and love you that Keaton and Kaden return.

Inserting his key into his bakery, Corrin thanks the heavens for Ranulf and Yarne already being there.

Done with fixing the chairs in their place, Ranulf grins as he saunters over to Corrin, tummy swaying and his tail swishing behind him. “Guess who’s five minutes late.” Ranulf says as he gives Corrin a peck on the cheek.

Corrin laughs as he returns the gesture on the lips. “Sorry. Woke up a bit late.”

“I had to wait an extra five minutes just for this.” Ranulf teases as he produces an egg tart from behind his back. Bringing it to his lips, Ranulf moans as he shoves the pastry down his mouth. Sighing, Ranulf pats his extended belly. Ranulf was clearly the smallest of the four, but he was still massive to normal standards. Walking and moving was a struggle.

Corrin blushes as Ranulf’s straightforwardness. He was always the one teasing him.

“I told big bunny back there to do the same, but he couldn’t wait to eat.” Counting down from three on his fingers, Ranulf silently snickers as Yarne replies.

“Some of us have shame.” Yarne huffs as he walks out from the backroom. Turning sideways, Corrin doesn’t miss the way Yarne’s gut grazes the side of the door. Flour all over the edges of his apron, it serves to accentuate how wide Yarne is. The ‘big bunny’ as Ranulf nicknamed him, practically needed a break or two to rest his feet. Yarne’s padded, girthy stomach was becoming a chore to be contained by his uniform. Corrin was happy to give Yarne the breaks he needed, same with Ranulf, both having chairs to sit down.

Yarne lumbers over to Corrin, his belly wobbling as he does so. “Good morning.” Yarne says as he blushes.

“Morning.” Corrin smiles as he gives Yarne a kiss. Patting his stomach, Corrin begins quickly checking over everything as Ranulf and Yarne assume their stations.

Everything in tip-top shape on time, Corrin flips the sign to open.

Saturday morning is always a different beast Corrin’s found. Today was no different as multitudes of people make their way into and out of the store, all looking for delicious treats for the weekend laziness and the appetite that came with it.

Plump regulars mixed with skinny new customers, Ranulf and Corrin help and assist them as fast as they can. The sun in its rightful place, the crowd seems ceaseless even as morning reaches its conclusion.

The Saturday morning rush melds into its sibling, lunch rush. Seeing that Ranulf is desperately trying to withhold his breath, face flushed and body relying more on the counter, Corrin lets him take his break in the backroom. Feet yelling at him, Ranulf gladly takes the chance for a sit as he goes back.

All alone, Corrin keeps a smile as he handles the customers. Lunch slowly terminating it’s socially accepted time, less people come in than leave. With a smaller crowd, Yarne struggles through the door as he helps Corrin up front.

Corrin blushes as he sees his customer’s shocked faces upon seeing Yarne. None of them say anything or take a second thought on their purchase which is a good thing.

With Corrin’s guidance at times, the both of them get through the last batch of customers with a strained smile.

No one inside, Yarne grabs the chair by the register and plops down, his stomach bunching up on his thighs as they and his ass overtake the chair. Yarne huffs and wheezes as he catches his breath.

“You did good.” Corrin praises as he brings a slice of carrot cake to Yarne’s lips.

Yarne blushes but happily accepts the treat, his stomach growling at him. Eating on the job was becoming a more frequent activity for him and Ranulf, but rarely in the front where someone could see them.

“I should check on the brownies.” Yarne suggests as he gives a couple breaths before scraping himself off the chair. A pull from Corrin finishes the job as he helps Yarne to his feet. Once again struggling against the doorway, Yarne manages to fit through.

Ranulf peeks his head through the door as he gives an apologetic smile. “Don’t tell him I work here.” Halfway closing the door Ranulf opens it to speak again. “You’ll thank me for closing this.” Door fully closed and Corrin fully confused, it takes a minute for the bell to chime as the front door opens.

“Hi, welcome to-”

“Where’s Ranulf?” The stranger inquirers immediately. Practically stomping to the register, Corrin pales as he sees the behemoth of a man before him.

Standing at minimum a head taller than him, and broad shoulders attached to muscular arms that seemingly and most likely can rip him in half. The stranger’s suit is filled out by his rippling body, the obviously tailored outfit meant to show off his physique down from his head to his toes. His long hair is pulled back into a ponytail to free up his tanned face, his chin accompanied with a slight beard.

“I’m sorry?” Corrin bravely feigns idiocy.

“Ranulf.” The stranger repeats as he glares at the closed door leading to Ranulf’s current location. “I can smell him.” As if to make his point, the stranger sniffs the air and pauses as he sniffs Corrin. “And on you.”

“I’m sorry, but no one by the name of Ranulf works here. There is a taguel who works here, Mr….” Corrin drawls off as he realizes he doesn’t now the man’s name.

“Just Skrimir is fine.” Skrimir glances at his watch and frustratedly sighs. Taking a card out of his shirt pocket, Skrimir places it down and slides it to Corrin. “When Ranulf walks back out the room, let him know that his job is waiting for him.”

Glancing at the card, Corrin grows paler at the company name. Gallian Enterprises.

“I’m sorry but no one by that name works here.” Corrin replies as he slides the card back to Skrimir.

Huffing, Skrimir snatches the card back. “Fine.” Breathing through his nose, Skrimir counts inside to ten. “Then give me a maple bar.” Skrimir breathes out as he hands his card to Corrin.

His brain slowly working, Corrin jolts as he realizes the order. “Right away.” Making sure to grab the freshest and nicest looking one, glad that Ranulf brought some earlier, Corrin gently hands it to Skrimir and tells him his total before swiping his card. “Thank you for your business.” Corrin beams as he hopes Skrimir will peacefully leave.

“Hmpph.” Is all Skrimir dignifies him with as he leaves.

Corrin remains still as he watches Skrimir leave. Door at least not shoved open, Corrin blushes and averts his gaze when he sees Skrimir angrily tear into his donut.

Yarne comes out a couple minutes after the commotion, trays in tow as he hands them to Corrin. Sitting down after the short walk, Yarne begins speaking.

“What was that all about?”

“He kept asking for Ranulf.” Corrin complains as he organizes the display case. “And he was super rude.” He grumbles.

A couple more minutes pass by before Ranulf walks out as well. “Sorry about that.” He apologizes, hand behind his head.

“You worked for Gallian Enterprises?” Corrin asks, tray forgotten.

“Seriously!” Yarne chimes in with disbelief.

“Yeah yeah. I was secretary for Caineghis. No big deal.” Ranulf waves them off as he leans against the wall, ready to sprint off if Skrimir comes back.

Yarne shrugs it off, not recognizing the name, but Corrin shouts. “You worked for the CEO? Why’d you quit!?”

“Too much work. Besides, he’s thinking of stepping down in a few years which means I’d be working directly for his nephew Skrimir.” Ranulf replies with a smirk. “And I quite enjoy working here. I got enough cash to last me a long time.”

Yarne processes the information slowly, unable to comprehend such a loss of money.

“Working for a huge company like that gets tiring. This is more my style.” Ranulf adds.

“It is your choice. I just hope he won’t make this a constant thing.”

“He might, but I talked it over with his uncle so hopefully he’ll get Skrimir to quit.”

“Hopefully.” Corrin sighs. “Let’s get through the rest of this day then.” He smiles.

——–

It’s Monday lunch that Skrimir walks again into the store. Ranulf conveniently nowhere to be seen again, Corrin grimaces at seeing him.

Thankfully, he respectfully waits his turn in line. At the register and with no one behind him, Skrimir clears his throat.

“I apologize for my behavior Saturday. I harassed you for no good reason.” Skrimir lets out as he stares at the interesting blank white walls.

Not expecting an apology, Corrin momentarily freezes before clearing his throat. “It’s okay. No harm done, right?”

“Right.” Skrimir says as he drums his fingers in the counter.

Corrin remains quiet from the awkward conversation.

“I’ll have a donut, please.”

Corrin blinks a couple times before responding.

“A maple bar, right?”

“Yes.” Skrimir sighs. The same routine, Corrin waves Skrimir goodbye as he leaves. He catches another glimpse of Skrimir angrily tearing into the donut. He looks at anything else, afraid Skrimir would catch him staring.

—–

Tuesday morning, immediately after the bakery opens, Corrin receives a call on the store phone.

“Hi, this is Gallian Enterprises, your bakery does orders, correct?”

“Yes, with enough time given.” Corrin wipes his sweaty palms as he writes down the large order listed on his notepad. “Yes, and that’ll be all?” Corrin stares at the order. It’s a huge profit, but it’s also a huge task.

“Yes.”

“And the order is for Friday pickup at 8:30am?”

“Yes.”

“And who will be picking it up?” Corrin swears he can hear a muffled voice complaining in the background.

“Skrimir will be picking it up.” Corrin holds all his strength to not drop the phone.

“Of course, the order will be ready as asked. Thank you.” Corrin hangs up as he begins working on the logistics of such an order.

—–

Friday morning unsurprisingly reveals itself to be a stressful day. With such a huge order requested by a huge company, Corrin goes in early to make sure that everything is done on time. The sun still enjoying it’s beauty-rest unlike Corrin, the brisk air served its job of waking him up.

Getting straight to work, Corrin wastes no time as he begins mixing and baking everything. Six dozen donuts, half a simple glazed flavor with a the other half being a mixture of chocolate, maple, sugar, and others. 4 dozen cupcakes, a quarter red velvet and the rest strawberry or vanilla. 5 dozen brownies, none with nuts as they made abundantly clear.

Corrin sighs as he finishes everything and manages to pack it all up nearly on time.

His break as he waits for Skrimir doesn’t last long as Skrimir enters slightly earlier, the clock displaying 8:19am.

Skrimir smiles this time, very unlike his prior two visits. His nose twitches as he catches the fresh sweet aroma wafting from the treats.

Corrin stands up to show Skrimir the order only to get assaulted with a hug. “You did it!” Skrimir cheers.

Corrin blushes.

Skrimir lets him down, a wide grin on his face. “Everyone in the office will love them.”

Corrin smiles from the compliment as he helps load them into Skrimir’s car. “Just remember to drive slowly and safely, the-”. Corrin’s interrupted by Skrimir’s laugh.

“I drive great. You don’t have to worry for me.” Skrimir leads the way back into the bakery to pay.

Corrin happily rings in the total that Skrimir doesn’t bat an eye for. Though Skrimir does have a sour look on his face when Corrin hands him back his card.

“Is everything alright?”

Skrimir taps his foot before sighing and handing Corrin a slip of paper. “Here.” Is all he says as he rushes out the bakery.

Dumbstruck, Corrin gives a wave before looking at what Skrimir left. He has a choking fit when he sees a number scribbled on it.

At 9am, Ranulf walks in, Yarne calling in sick and unable to work.

“Hey.” Ranulf lazily greets.

Corrin shakes his head before shoving the paper in his pocket. “Morning.”

Walking up to Corrin and nabbing the piece of paper, Ranulf grins. “Well well, seems your popular with everyone, aren’t ya?”

“I, uh-”

“Go easy on Skrimir, man gets crushes way too easily.”

“I, how do you know-”

“He was gonna be my boss remember. So, you like him or not? C'mon, I got a bet riding on this.”

“Kinda?” Corrin squeaks out, face too warm for his comfort.

“Damn, guess I owe Caineghis 50$. He kept blabbing on and on about how his family has all the good genes.” Ranulf smiles as he heads to the backroom, Ranulf having gained a fair amount of knowledge of baking since his time here.

Corrin waits until the bakery closes and for Ranulf to leave to even think about looking at the paper.

Paper in one hand, phone in the other, Corrin breathes deeply. A gentle knock on the door interrupts him. Corrin blushes when he sees Skrimir by the door. Opening it for him, Corrin continues blushing as Skrimir walks in.

“I didn’t receive a call.” Skrimir impatiently brings up.

“I was busy at work today.” Corrin confesses. “But I was about to call you!” Corrin shows Skrimir’s dialed number on his phone.

Skrimir grins at the little win.

Corrin winces as he speaks his next question.

“I am in an open relationship.”

Skrimir huffs as he crosses his arms over his chest. “I know, Ranulf told me. And I told him I am okay with that.” Skrimir smirks at Corrin’s dumbfounded face.

“I’m going to kill Ranulf.” Corrin thinks as he breathes deeply. “Okay, umm. I’m free right now if that works with you?”

“Wonderful.” Skrimir entwines his arm with Corrin as he leads him out. Taking Skrimir’s car, he drives them slightly out of the city and stops at a national park.

“A park?” Corrin asks as he stares at the way the flowers bend and wave in the gentle breeze.

“The office said this would be best. Do-”

“This is perfect.” Corrin laughs as he steps out, it’s been awhile since I’ve been here.”

Skrimir smiles as he opens the trunk and pulls out a picnic basket.

“Another office idea?” Corrin laughs.

“I…”

“It’s okay, it means you cared.” Corrin smiles as he leads Skrimir this time. “There’s this spot I love.” Walking up the designated path, Corrin discreetly glances around before heading into the the trees. Skrimir follows him and a short 5 minute walk downhill leads them to a small creek.

A small flat grassy area is where they mark their picnic with their tablecloth.

“This, this is lovely.” Skrimir brings himself to say as he puts out gourmet sandwiches he had ordered for this occasion.

“You’re not used to this huh? It’s okay.” Corrin pats Skrimir’s arm. A smile on his face when he sees Skrimir is now the nervous one.

“Okay. I hope you like this.”

“It looks delicious.” Corrin grabs a simple ham and cheese, and nearly cries at the way the juices fly into his mouth. Wiping his mouth with a napkin, Corrin compliments them. “And they are delicious. Where’d you get these?”

“It’s a deli by the office. They have some baked goods but they’re nothing compared to yours.” Skrimir blushes from his own compliment and takes a large chomp out of his sandwich.

“Thank you.” Corrin blushes, not from the compliment, but from Skrimir’s eating habits showing themselves.

“The office loved your food.” Skrimir continues as he takes another large portion of the sandwich before grabbing another one.

“Are you okay? You seem nervous.” Corrin questions as Skrimir takes a large bite.

“I’m fine.” He nearly shouts before catching himself. “I’m not used to something so… relaxed. But I like it!” Skrimir adds, punctuated with a bite.

“I like it too.” Corrin responds, a smile on his face.

Skrimir finishes his second sandwich, reaching for a third.

The date continues along in the same vein, Skrimir too nervous. But both of them pass it enjoyably in the other’s presence. By the time the food is all gone, Skrimir having eaten most of it, Corrin begins packing up.

“Now let’s go before a ranger or someone yells at us for not being in the designated areas.” Swiftly packing it up, Corrin gives a hand to the full Skrimir.

Taking the hand, Skrimir lets out a small huff as he stands up. Both of them freeze when they hear a twig break.

Or at least what they think is a twig. Nothing moves, human or animal. Corrin looks for the culprit and pauses when he sees Skrimir suddenly seems much fuller in his midsection.

Clothes entirely intact, Corrin wonders about what caused such a thing before Skrimir confesses.

“I have gained some weight this past week.” Skrimir admits as he stares at the water. “I wore… a girdle to hide it.”

Corrin lets out a small “oh” as it registers.

“We shou-” Skrimir nearly helps when Corrin places a hand on his stomach.

“I like this.” Corrin decides to admit something today as well. It’s now or never he supposes. “But only if you like this. If not, that’s okay with me.” Corrin elaborates, not wanting to influence Skrimir either way.

Skrimir clears his throat as he takes one deep breath. “I do too.” He admits with his eyes closed, face red as he waits for some cruel laughter. Instead, he receives none, only a kiss on the lips from Corrin.

“Let’s head back then.” Corrin suggests as he leads the way, arm once again entwined with Skrimir.

The walk and the subsequent ride are relatively quiet, Skrimir’s rough grip on his steering wheel the main noise.

Aided by directions from Corrin, Skrimir stops at his house.

“I had a really good time.” Corrin gives Skrimir another kiss as he exits the car. “Hopefully the next one will be soon.” Corrin waves as he watches Skrimir drive off.

When he reaches his home, Skrimir mentally cheers when he sees a notification from Corrin.

—–

“Skrimir is currently in his office.” The receptionist greets Corrin on sight, his presence an increasingly common occurrence.

“Thank you.” Corrin responds. Entering the elevator, he presses the elevator button for the 20th floor. The ride is uneventful with nobody else inside. The elevator dinging, nobody bats an eye as Corrin makes his way to Skrimir’s office. A gentle four pattern knock he uses just for this, Corrin waits the okay. Hearing Skrimir’s muffled voice, Corrin smiles as he enters. Closing the door behind him, Corrin places the box of baked goods on Skrimir’s desk.

Skrimir gives a rough growl as he goes over the paperwork. Sighing, he stands up and gives a hug and kiss to Corrin.

Corrin melts into the embrace as Skrimir’s far fatter form presses against him.

It was evident that Skrimir was a stress eater, and while he could contain himself most times, around Corrin’s baking, those qualms flew out the window. The constant binging was and is taking its toll on Skrimir’s body. Completely gone were his abs to be replaced with flab that developed into a full blown stomach that hangs past his belt. His chest and arms still retain their strength but it’s hidden beneath all the abundant extra padding to soften him up. Skrimir’s face was definitely plumper and gave him a softer more approachable appearance. His legs grew out too, the constant chafing an annoyance from Skrimir.

Skrimir grew and his office and wardrobe expanded with him. Brand new chair to support his weighty and sizable self alongside a desk custom ordered so his gut wouldn’t get in the way. Skrimir’s outfits were no longer tailored exactly for him, both of them deeming it a waste with how often Skrimir grows out of them but his suits were always tailored to fit him. And they do, all leaving none of his expansive girth hidden.

“Rough day?” Corrin asks as he places a hand on Skrimir’s stomach.

“It’s better with you here.” Skrimir plants another kiss on Corrin.

“Well, I better hurry before anyone starts getting any funny ideas of what we do in here.” Corrin reprimands Skrimir as he gives him a kiss.

“I’ll see you after work.” Skrimir says, a smile on his face.