#feedee!chrom

While carrying a picnic basket, Robin gently enters the door to Chrom and his bedchambers. He locks the door and greets his lover, “I’m back with your food.” He finds Chrom naked, seated on the side of the bed, and messily devouring a decadent raspberry strudel.

Chrom shoves the last of the strudel into his mouth. “Thank you Robin,” crumbs spill from his mouth as he speaks. “I was starving.” He grabs a large glass of milk and chugs it down. From the side of his mouth, milk trickles down to his chubby chin.

Robin chuckles, “Glad to see that you made room in your stomach!”

It has been 10 years since the Shepherds final battle with the Fell Dragon. With Chrom having not seen true combat in years, it was only natural that his lean and muscular figure would soften a little. But he did more than just soften, he had fattened up into a real gluttonous piggy. With Robin gladly supporting his growth.

Chrom is now a hefty 385 pounds, and growing. Making him more than twice as heavy as he was during the war. Gluttony morphed his once flat abdomen into a round, doughy gut that spilled into his lap. Stretch marks decorated his gut all over; from the front of his sagging gut and around his love handles that are too thick for a single hand to grasp.

“Okay big guy, sit back and make yourself comfortable,” says Robin. “I brought something special for tonight!”

Chrom smiles wide, dimpling his chubby cheeks. “Is it a new feeding strategy?” While waiting for his answer, Chrom begins climbing to the bed’s headboard and pillows, which is an arduous task for his hefty body. Robin takes the chance to appreciate his lover’s ass. The current girth of Chrom’s ass starkly contrasted with the puny posterior of his war days. It’s soft, plump, and twice as wide as Robin’s waist. 

Chrom reaches his seat, and quickly twists around and heavily plops into place. The force of action ripples through his fat body resulting in his gut and man boobs jiggling like gelatin. Robin sighs with delight, “Yeah.” Robin sets the basket on the bed. Desperate to get started, he carelessly tosses his coat on the floor and kicks his boots off.

Robin opens the lid of the basket slightly and pulls out a dark cloth. He presents it to Chrom by stretching it out horizontally, “Ta-dah! It’s a blindfold!”

“Oh I like where this is going. Let me guess, I am going to sit back as you feed me surprise foods?”

“Indeed I am. And I want you to guess what each item is.” Robin explains.

“Sounds wonderful,” Chrom smiles wide and smacks his meaty thigh. “Well then, come over here.”

Robin sheds the last of his clothes and clambers onto the bed with Chrom. He stradles himself on Chrom’s full and supple lap. Chrom’s fat gut spills comfortably into Robin’s groin. Robin leans in and the two lovers kiss. When they’re lips separate Robin hands the blindfold over, and Chrom wraps it around his head.

With Chrom’s vision covered as intended, Robin can now begin the feeding in earnest. He pulls the basket over and takes out the first item, a flat bread dressed in cheese and other toppings. Robin brings it to Chrom’s mouth, “Hear is the first dish, have a bite.” 

Chrom happily obeys and closes his mouth around the bread, crunching it between his teeth. “Mmm, quite savory!” He eagerly chews away at the dish and Robin gradually pushes it in. Once the flat bread is fully demolished, Chrom licks his lips and states, “That tasted like the flat bread from that restaurant we snuck into last week! Did you recreate it?”

“That’s right!” Robin proudly answers. “It was so good I had to try my hand at the recipe. Your off to a good start,” Robin leans over and places a light kiss on his lover’s cheek. “Let me get your next dish,”

Robin takes out a bowl and spoon from the basket. He lifts the lid off unveiling a steaming bowl of hearty beef stew. The beef is tender and the potatoes and carrot chunks are the right amount of chewy. Robin scoops up a spoonful, blows on it gently, and delivers it to Chrom’s mouth. Chrom obediently slurps the spoon clean. “Ah the broth is so rich.”

As Robin continues scooping more and more stew and feeding it to his plump lover, Chrom makes use of his hands. He caresses Robin’s thighs, rubs circles in the small of his back, and teasingly grasps at the small layer of flab padding Robin’s waist.

When the contents of the bowl are reduced to just a bit of broth, Robin brings the bowl to Chrom’s mouth. He tilts it and Chrom gulps the last of the stew down. Only a little bit of broth misses the opening and falls where the valley of his breasts meets the crest of his stomach.

A meaty belch bursts from Chrom. This elicits a tingling sensation in Robin’s body that spreads down his back. Robin groans with arousal and Chrom chuckles. “Man, I wish I could see your face.” He wipes the broth that fell onto his girth with his bare fingers, and then sucks them clean. “Your beef stew has really come a long way.” It was the first dinner Robin cooked for feeding Chrom.

Robin responds with pride and gratitude, “It helps that I have a cause worth improving for.” He then takes out a tray with golden brown cream croquettes. Robin mirthfully jokes, “This dish was hard for me to resist eating all by myself!” He delivers a croquette to Chrom’s mouth, who then takes a bold chomp that tears up half the croquette. 

When the rich cream fills his mouth Chrom moans with desire. He reopens his mouth expectantly and Robin quickly slides the second half in. Chrom eagerly chews the golden delicacy and audibly swallows it down. “Oh, man. You weren’t exaggerating. I could eat these all day” Chrom praised Robin, and licked his lips. “Next please!” Robin chuckles at his lover’s greediness. The second croquette too, is devoured by Chrom in halves. Then the same happens to the third. Chrom grasps Robin tight, as if desperate to keep Robin close and his appetite satiated. Not the Robin would ever resist.

For the fourth croquette and the fifth croquette, Robin places the tray down on the bed and holds one croquette in each of his hands. He feeds the fourth to Chrom and the corpulent man chomps it in half. Chrom barely finishes swallowing, when Robin draws the half croquette back and offers the full fifth croquette. Chrom is surprised when he bites into an untouched croquette, but he is amused by Robin’s trick and doesn’t break pace; he tears the fifth in half. Robin quickly delivers the half-eaten fourth croquette and Chrom destroys it. Robin licks the grease and bits of cream of his now empty hand, while shoving the half croquette in Chrom’s mouth. Robin’s fingers linger in Chrom’s mouth, and the fatty lovingly licks them clean. This process repeats for the sixth, seventh, eight, ninth and tenth croquettes! 

With the entirety of the third dish of the night demolished, Robin takes a pause. He firmly grasps Chrom’s blubbery love handles and grinds against the flab of his lower gut. Chrom’s face turns red and he groans. Robin taunts him, “Damn, you sure ate fast! I only brought ten!”

Chrom snorts, and speaks back, “Then maybe you shouldn’t have been shoving them down so fast!”

“Heheheh,” Robin gently laughs “Sorry, I ate the other five before I got here.”

Chrom pinches the tiny bit of flab hanging from Robin’s abdomen. His voice is deep and powerful when he says, “That’s good. I don’t want you neglecting yourself to keep me fed.” Robin experiences another shiver of pleasure. “So, Robin, was that dish those croak-its you mentioned?”

“Croquettes,” Robin gently corrects Chrom. “Yes, they were. This particular recipe Anna shared with me.” Robin peers down at Chrom’s stomach. He notices that it’s starting look a little bloated. He gently pushes down on it. “Getting full already?”

Chrom reflexively burps, “Ugh… No way! I’ve got plenty of room!”

“Good, there’s still two dishes left.” Robin grabs the semifinal dish from the basket. A crisp half-circle shaped meat pie, that looks full to bursting.

Chrom’s nose twitches, he sniffs the air and excitedly shouts, “Is that pie!?”

“Why don’t you tell me?” Robin lifts the pie to his lover’s mouth. Chrom opens his mouth wide and chomps down on a corner. His teeth pierce through the crust, and Chrom gets a mouthful of pork, chicken, egg, and decadent-aromatic gravy.

His body trembles with delight. Chrom gulps down the meaty delight and praises Robin’s work, “Robin, this is… heavenly!!!”

Robin grins and shines with pride, “I’m glad to hear that, I’ve worked hard on perfecting this recipe.” He reminisces on many years ago, when Chrom told Robin about how much he loved the pies Sumia made for him. Robin began fervently researching and preparing both savory and sweet pies, hoping to secure Chrom’s attention and affection. Although funny enough, he had barely started enacting that strategy when the two men confessed their love.

When Robin feels the gravy drip on his fingers, he snaps back to the present. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to keep you from your precious food.” He returns the pie to Chrom’s mouth, with his free hand beneath his occupied hand to catch crumbs and spills.

Eagerly, Chrom bites into the pie and chews up a mighty chunk. After chewing for a good moment, Chrom speaks with his mouth half-full, “Ith no bi’ dea’.” (Translation: it’s no big deal.)

Robin chuckles. He watches fondly as Chrom gorges on the meat pie. As he chews on the crispy buttery crust and the full-flavored blend of meats and gravy, his chubby cheeks puff out like a squirrel’s carrying nuts. So adorable!

As he approaches the halfway point of the pie, Chrom’s pace suddenly slows. His chewing is more gradual, and a bit labored. When he swallows done his most recent bite, it is quiet and has none of the dramaticism he previously displayed. Noticing this Robin pulls the pie away from him. Chrom sighs hard, “I’m not done yet. I just need too…” Robin gets the hint. He temporarily puts the pie back in the basket and removes himself from Chrom.

Chrom stretches himself out a bit. He leans further back against the mountain of pillows with his legs outstretched further forward. He pats his huge bloated gut and a couple of cute little burps escape him. “Thanks Robin, I think I have more room now. You can climb back up now.”

“Don’t push yourself to hard,” Robin cautions his lover while returning to his position. Robin retrieves the meat pie and places it in Chrom’s hand. “Here. I’ll massage your stomach, see if that helps soothe it.” Robin brushes his fingers against the tautest point on Chrom’s gut. He looks at Chrom’s face, he has a blissed-out smile and his chubby cheeks have dimpled again. Robin then sets his palms against Chrom’s skin and begins rubbing circles to soothe the bloat.

“Ahh-. That feels better,” Chrom breathes a sigh of relief. He grasps his meat pie with both hands and bites into it. He leisurely chews the pie, away while relishing in Robin’s soothing touch.

Meanwhile, Robin begins to analyze the situation. With three and a half of Robin’s dishes, plus the “snack” he had before in it, Chrom’s stomach is reaching its limit. And as Robin’s ass rests against Chrom’s lap, it is apparent that Chrom’s dick is also being put to the test. Robin can empathize.

As Chrom puts the last sliver of meat pie in his mouth, Robin reaches behind his lover’s head and unties the blindfold. Chrom’s eyelids flutter as they readjust to the light. “Woah, when did out lamps get so bright?” he jokes. Robin pulls out a fork and the last dish of the night, a pretty slice of peach cake. The peaches look vivid and the powdered sugar seems to sparkle under the light. Chrom licks his lips, “That looks beautiful. And delicious!”

Robin hands the plate and fork to Chrom. “Hope you don’t mind feeding yourself again.”

“I trust your strategy.” Chrom assured him. He stabs his fork into the cake and plucks a hearty chunk. He bites down, and then moans in sweet reverie. Robin lifts himself from Chrom’s lap and sits further down his legs, exposing his rock-hard dick to the air. Chrom lifts his brow in excited contemplation while biting into a third chunk of cake.

Robin holds his on dick upright and aligns it with Chrom’s. Robin then grasps both of their cocks in his hands.

Chrom flinches and roughly swallows the bite of cake. He coughs, “Fuck. Robin, do you want me to…”

Robin commands him, “Just stuff your face pig!” A shiver of pleasure radiates down Chrom’s spine.

Robin hadn’t meant to be so coarse, but his impending release is driving him wild. He fervently jerks their cocks together simultaneously.

Fortunately, Chrom is on the same wavelength. He tosses the fork away and lifts the slice of peach cake off the plate. He drops the plate bed off to his side on the bed and begins cramming the cake into his mouth.

The friction of their dicks grinding against one another renders both men deliriously entranced in carnal pleasure. Pre-cum from both of them is smeared around their lengths. Both men’s faces are burning red and sweat drenches their brows. Chrom groans and moans through mouthfuls of sugar and peach.

Robin feels himself about to blow; he loses his posture and begins to lurch forward. Chrom’s dick is pinned back against Chrom’s fat pad and flabby underbelly. The sensation of being manhandled and having their dicks sandwiched between their bodies sends both men over the edge; Chrom and Robin cry out from synchronized orgasms and cum. Most of the seed lands on Chrom’s fat pad and gut.

Their minds of clear of thought, only enlightened satisfaction remains. Robin’s hands release their grasp, and he instinctually lies against Chrom and hugs him tight. Chrom runs his hands through Robin’s hair. They bathe in the warmth of each other’s body and soul.

A few minutes of silent affection is rudely interrupted when a booming, rolling, belch rises from within Chrom. Both men guffaw in delirious revelry until their lungs ache and tears well within their eyes. Chrom’s corpulence ripples along

Once he is able to catch his breath, Robin sits up. “You got cake in my hair.”

“Oops. Sorry.” Chrom earnestly apologizes

Robin smiles fondly, “No problem. Getting messy is just part of the thrill.” He traces the shape of a heart around Chrom’s navel.

Chrom muses, “Gods that was the best night of my life.”

“Only so far. I’ll strategize an even better night eventually.” Robin proclaims with pride.

“I don’t doubt it.” Chrom agrees. “… Is there more cake? For tomorrow I mean.”

“Yeah, I’ll feed it to you in the morning.”

“Perhaps, we can share it instead?”