#feedee!dimitri

Dimitri hummed as he savored the sweet milk chocolate melting in his mouth. When he feels Dedue’s strong arms wrap around his waist, he is surprised, but he does not jump or flinch. Instead, he leans back into Dedue’s chest as he pops another valentine’s sweet or two in his mouth. Dedue cupped his hands under Dimitri’s belly. Dimitri giggled as his lover pinched and jiggled the belly fat.

Dimitri’s newfound appreciation for sweets and the abundance of dessert’s produced during the fall and winter were a dangerous combination. But neither of the men minded. If anything, it was a delight to see Dimitri’s once scrawny figure fill out.

“You should probably stop eating those,” Dedue told his shorter lover.

“How come? There is so many and it would be a shame to let them go to waste.” Dimitri argued with a cute inflection.

“Because I’m going to cook a special Valentine’s night dinner for us. And I’m certain you wouldn’t want to spoil it.”

“That sounds delightful! But are you sure you can handle the task? I’ve built up quite the appetite.”

Dedue rubs at the side of Dimitri’s abdomen, where love handles were developing. “I’ve noticed.” He buried his face in the nape of his smaller lover’s neck. “I’ll get the job done.”

-

When Dedue walked into the kitchen, his heart nearly jumped out of his throat when he layed eyes on his husband sitting at the table. Dimitri was stuffing his gullet with the heart shaped doughnuts that Dedue brought back from the bakery. His eyes were closed with delight and chipmunk cheeks were puffed out from the fried sugary confections. The deep red Large sweater clung tight to his gut. Dedue nearly shouted with love and affection, but remained true to his original plan. “Dimitri.”

Dimitri’s eyes blinked open. He gulped down the food in his mouth. “Dedue! Oh umm… forgive me. I was just a tad bit hungry. So… I wanted a little snack.”

Half a dozen donuts aren’t what the average person would consider a little snack. But Dedue was more than used to that by now. Dedue smiled warmly, “I haven’t come to scold you. I would never deny my hungry husband the food he needs.” Dimitri blushed, making his cheeks look like tomatoes. “I just wanted to give you a gift.” Dedue pulled out a red box wrapped in gold ribbon from behind his back.

Dimitri gasped. “Dedue! Your too kind! I have a gift for you too… But I figured we wouldn’t exchange gifts until after dinner,” he pouted. “So, I won’t be able to return the favor until later tonight.”

“I don’t mind. Originally, I too was planning to give your gift later. But I figured that this was the sort of gift you should try out sooner than later.”

“Is that so? Well then I would love to see the surprise you prepared for me.”

Dedue walked over to Dimitri’s side and deftly swapped the gift box for the donut box. He placed a kiss on Dimitri’s cheek earning a cute little chuckle. Dimitri wiped off his lips and hands with a washcloth. He carefully tugged the ribbon of the package, and pulled the lid off. He gasped in delight at the sight. Within the box was an adorable hand-made cream-colored sweater that had across it’s chest, a red band with pink hearts inside. “Dedue this is the cutest! How were you able to keep it a secret from me?”

“I had commissioned Mercie’s shop to knit it together. I only provided the design and the materials.”

“That’s still a significant contribution my love.” Dimitri chuckled. “I’ll have to thank her. After I try it on!” He stood out of his chair and pulled the wool sweater out of the box, without even noticing the other half of the gift. He lifted off his old sweater and Dedue almost choked watching Dimitri’s belly jiggle with the action. Dedue took the old one and folded it neatly. As Dimitri put on his gift. It fit considerably better than the old one, and Dimitri hugged himself to get a good feel for it. He laughed, “It’s so soft and warm! I absolutely adore it!”

Dedue hadn’t lost his smile, “Perfect. We should take a picture for Mercie.”

“Yes, we should… Hmm?” Dimitri noticed the box carried a second similar sweater. “Oh, it’s a pair? Oh, so we can match!”

“That is certainly a possibility.” Dedue answered. But there was something missing from his words.

Dimitri pulled the second sweater from the box. It was almost identical to the other, except in size. If the first shirt was an Extra Large by commercial standards, then this one would be considered Extra-Extra Large. “Oh.” Dimitri’s cheeks turned an even fiercer shade of red.

Dedue blushed. “Well… I know how much you missed wearing clothes that fit loosely on you.” With the Dimitri’s expanded waistline, he no longer “swam” in any of the shirts he borrowed from Dedue. “And perhaps would be better to air on the side of caution…”

Dimitri giggled with embarrassment and gratitude for his partner’s consideration. “You are always prepared, aren’t you beloved?” He grasped Dedue’s hand in his own… and pulled him in for a hug and a kiss. It was warm and sweet, and little saucy.

Dedue instinctively grabbed at Dimitri’s love handles. “You know, this time last year I couldn’t grab at these like I can now.”

“Haha, well I’ll make sure there is always enough to grasp.” Dimitri teased with a wink.

-

Dedue groaned in delight as he chewed on a caramel stuffed brownie. When he feels Dimitri’s thick arms wrap around his waist, and his fat gut squish against his back, Dedue is not surprised. Instead, he leans back and sinks into Dimitri’s pillowy fat and bites into another block of decadence. Dimitri massages Dedue’s slowly filling belly. He pokes at it, to measure it’s give, and sighs. Dedue chuckles, “Sorry love, I don’t have as much jiggle as you do.”

Dimitri snorts, “Ever the comedian my beloved.” Dedue turns to face him and flashes a toothy grin. Dimitri spots a crumb of chocolate on the corner of Dedue’s lips and kisses it clean. Dedue returns the favor and holds him in a kiss.

They explore one another’s curves with their hands. When they pull back to breathe, Dimitri takes a good look at Dedue. “I can’t believe that almost fits you.” Referring to the first sweater he received last year. It was a somewhat looser fit on him than it was for Dimitri when he first tried it on.

Dedue huffs a laugh. “I can’t believe that that one doesn’t fit you!” The second and bigger of the two sweaters was snug on Dimitri’s girth. A sliver fat snuck out from the bottom.

Dimitri gives his own gut a good smack. “I don’t know, I think it’s still too loose.”

·       Dedue is a Blue Lion but he’s not part of the main class. Cleo is the one who fights off bandits with his highness and stuff.

·       Nonetheless, he ends up befriending much of the main BL students either through his sister or by bumping into them at the kitchen or greenhouse.

·       He meets Dimitri when he is trying to give Cleo something she left behind.

·       Dimitri is as charming and princely as ever, and Dedue is a bit flustered when trying to talk with him. The prince is so bright and c-cute!

·       But Dimitri is equally enamored! While he’s doing a good job of not showing it, he’s a little worked up getting to meet the young man that his friends have told him about, especially since he’s such a hunk!

·       Cleo picks up on their chemistry and subtly teases them and encourages them to spend time with one another.

·       After that day the two become good friends. Dedue often watches Dimitri train and learns to ride a horse with him. Dimitri likes to watch Dedue garden and occasionally even gets to help out.

·       Dimitri enjoys Dedue’s cooking and praises his skills. Leaving Dedue flustered and grateful.

·       However, Dimitri starts to delve deeper into his training and studying as the Battle of the Eagle and the Lion approaches. And they are unfortunately not able to spend as much time together.

·       Dedue is saddened, but he understands that the prince’s desire to ensure their house’s victory.

·       One day after Dedue encounters Mercy, Annie, Ashe, and Ingrid who are having a worried conversation.

·       When Dedue talks with them to see what’s wrong they explain that Dimitri has been so obsessive about preparations that he’s neglecting to eat meals. He’s starting to look paler and gaunt. And his migraines have gotten worse.

·       Dedue is heartbroken and decides that he will intervene. “Dimitri has never turned down food that I offered him. Perhaps I may be able to improve the situation.”

·       He confronts Dimitri the following morning when he is walking to the training grounds instead of having breakfast.

·       Dimitri tries to shoo him away but…

·       Dedue shakes his head side to side and speaks with a tremble in his voice, “Dimitri, I am worried about you my friend.”

·       Dimitri is left speechless. He apologizes profusely to Dedue, who points out that he should be apologizing to himself.

·       Dedue offers to prepare breakfast for Dimitri and he agrees. It’s delicious and soon afterward Dimitri starts feeling better.

·       Dedue asks him if he would like it if he continued making meals for him whiles he’s still prepping for the battle. Dimitri happily excepts.

·       With Dedue’s help Dimitri gets back up to a healthy weight, in fact he looks bigger and stronger than he did before.

·       Dimitri ends up getting tons of compliments, but the greatest one of all is the one he receives from Dedue.

·       “You are looking well, Dimitri. I am proud of you.”

“It is only thanks to you my friend.”

“Heh, nonetheless. I am glad to see you heartier and fuller than ever before.”

 ·       Dimitri’s cheeks flush rosy red. “Full,” that word dances at the tip of Dimitri’s tongue and something begins to bubble deep within him.

·       Dedue sees how flushed and for a minute he almost thinks that Dimitri has become aroused. He also gets a little red in the cheeks, but he tries push the feeling down. “I should not be having such perverse thoughts of my friend.”

·       The Battle of the Eagle and the Lion comes and goes and the Blue Lions claim victory. During celebrations everyone congratulates Dimitri on his victory.

·       “I could not have done this without my companions. Especially Dedue.” Dimitri blurted out.

·       Dedue ends up getting more attention from his peers than he could have ever expected. Rumors about the two young men’s relationship start to form. But the two of them do not catch wind during this period.

·       They meet up privately outside of the party.

·       Dedue sighs wistfully, “I will probably no longer need to make sure you are well fed, right Dimitri?”

·       “Oh… I guess so. But I- I honestly like to keep being fed by you.”

·       Dedue is stunned, embers of something unfamiliar spark in his core. “Yes, that would be pleasant. I have enjoyed our meals together.”

·       So, they maintain their promise and over the next month Dedue continues to cook just for Dimitri.

·       But Dimitri’s training has become less intense (by Dimitri standards anyway). And he does begin to put more effort in eating meals provided by the monastery in addition to Dedue’s.

·       As such, Dimitri starts getting a little chunky. Some people are caught off guard by the prince’s expanding figure but he himself ignores it. The bubbly feeling is encouraging his recent eating habits.

·       Dedue does notice the changes. But the embers are starting to grow into a true flame so he doesn’t try to slow Dimitri down.

·       One day Cleo and Dedue are spending some quality sibling time. She teases Dedue.

·       “Your darling sure is looking plump lately. You have been spoiling him, haven’t you?”

·       Dedue gags on his drink. “D-Darling?! I-I… I have no idea what you are talking about!”

·       “HAHAHA!” she guffawed. “Many people, including myself, have often seen the two of you together. At the greenhouse, the pond, the library, the dining hall, so on and so forth. There’s been rumors about the two of you since the party. And now the prince is looking like a man well fed by his spouse!”

·       “That is preposterous! I just… I just… like making sure he is well fed. He becomes so chipper and is always praising me with compliments. Is it so wrong that I would like to keep that all to myself?”

·       Cleo gives him a devious smirk.

·       “By the Gods I love Dimitri…”

·       Cleo’s whips her head back and cackles loudly. “So, you are only just now realizing it!”

·       “I… I need to talk about this with Dimitri.”

·       “Go ahead lover boy!”

·       Dedue finds Dimitri waiting for him by the greenhouse. “There you are Dedue!” His winter uniform is looking… tight. “I have been looking for you, would like to share tea in my dorm room?”

·       “Ah… it would be an honor.”

·       “Wonderful, I even bought some snacks from the marketplace!”

·       When they arrive at the room, Dedue sees the table is already set. Dimitri prepared Ginger tea for Dedue. There were indeed tea snacks, in surplus! Countless biscuits, cookies, toffee, and little cakes! While Dedue is a big guy, he could only handle a few biscuits himself.

·       They sit down and enjoy their tea. Dedue tries to muster the courage to speak, but he is only successful in watching Dimitri stuff himself with tea with tons of sugar and the vast array of desserts.

·       Dedue tries to slow him down by eating some of the sweets himself, but he is unable to keep up. He stops at a biscuit drenched in honey. Dimitri nonchalantly offers to finish it for him. Dedue is once again driven by his passion and stretches his hand out over the table, biscuit in tow. But instead of taking the biscuit from Dedue, Dimitri starts to eat it out of his hand! Dedue is flabbergasted, but nonetheless he does the best he can to catch the crumbs. The honey spills on to Dedue’s fingers as Dimitri makes short work of the biscuit. Once the biscuit itself is gone he gently grabs Dedue’s wrist and starts to suck and lick the honey clean off.

·       When Dimitri is finished, he sees Dedue’s mouth wide open in shock, and he awakens from his stupor. “Oh, Goddess! Forgive me I- I do not know what came over me! I am terribly sorry I…” Dedue gently places a finger to Dimitri’s lips.

·       “It is no problem at all…” he sighs lustfully. “There are quite a few desserts left, and some are likely to spoil. Perhaps I could continue to help you with them?”

·       Dimitri blinks a few times while he is dumbfounded. He snaps out of it, “That would be wonderful.”

·       Dedue moves his seat to Dimitri’s side and continues to hand feed Dimitri. Bite after bite, tooth rotting sweet after sweet. Dimitri decimates much of the platter with the exception of a few cookies and such that could survive if stored in a dry environment.

·       Dimitri finally reaches his limit. His stomach is stuffed taut and is puffing out far. He groans and makes little burps. He rubs his stomach for some form of relief, meanwhile Dedue drinks the sight in and starts to imagine his hands on the prince’s belly.

·       “Dedue…” Dimitri fusses. “Do you mind if I sit down on my bed for a moment?”

·       “Go ahead. You have earned it.”

·       “Thank- hic!” Dimitri hiccupped. He struggled to stand up from his seat, he was so full and sluggish. Dedue lent him a hand and helped guide him as he waddled to his bed. Dimitri plopped down onto his bed without a shred of grace.

·       He leaned back and stroked out his ballooned belly and continued to groan.

·       “Are you okay Dimitri?”

·       Dimitri pants, and mutters, “Y-yeah. I’m just… a little full…”

“Let me help.” Dedue places his hands ontp Dimitri’s gut, and begins to rub circles on it. Dimitri mewls and moans. Dedue notices the sliver of fat peeking out the bottom of his shirt and lifts it, to expose his round fleshy belly. Dimitri sighs in relief. Dedue returns to massaging his highness’ abdomen, and Dimitri gently rests his own hands on Dedue’s to guide him.

·       They remain immersed and blinded by the bliss for a minute. Until Dedue suddenly asks, “What are we doing?”

“Hmm?”

“Is this not… somewhat inappropriate?”

·       Dimitri’s eyes blink open and his face flushes rose red. “So- sorry! I did not mean to impose on you Dedue!”

·       Dedue nods his head side to side. “It is no problem at all. I… am glad that you appear to be enjoying yourself. It is just… perhaps we are being a bit to intimate. If anyone were to see us…”

·       Dimitri shivers, “I would rather not risk that.” He sighs mournfully. “Forgive me again, I- really enjoyed doing this.”

·       “Really?” Dedue asked excitedly.

·       “Yes! I enjoy being filled up by you.” Dimitri immediately realizes his double entendre and winces in pain. Surprisingly, Dedue chuckles.

·       “Well, I like filling you up.” He smiled warmly.

·       “Dedue, I… really l-like you.”

It’s Saturday, and the bo... Dimitri, is coming over. It has been a month since Felix was able to spend a day alone with his childhood friend. Though he wouldn’t be able to admit it, Felix was ecstatic. He couldn’t help but feel that Dimitri’s other friends were hogging him. Of course this was not only irrational but factually untrue. Felix and Dimitri had wholly different occupations that often kept them busy. Of course he would be spending more time with the likes of Ashe or Dedue who were both his colleagues and housemates. But Felix was still upset that he wasn’t by his side stuffing him with sugary confections and manhandling his...

“NO NO NO!” Felix viciously shouted at himself. “That line of thinking is wrong and perverse!” No it wasn’t. They had been intimate before. And Dimitri wasn’t exactly trying to hide his enjoyment of his corpulence from Felix. But Felix had the “fat is wrong” mentality so deeply embedded into his brain by society that it was difficult to confront his desires.

“We’ll just practice fencing again or box or something like we used to.” Dimitri hadn’t given up physical exercise. He still maintained a workout schedule. So Felix figured that he could still engage in their sporty pastimes like they did as children. And if Dimitri was starting to struggle, he could enjoy seeing that fat ass jiggle and sweat-

“Damn it!” he screamed into a throw pillow. He sat their on his couch with his face buried in the pillow, as if it would offer him relief from his troubled mind. 

Then he heard Dimitri’s SUV pull up in his driveway. “He’s here!” he cried in relief. In less than a second he jumped off his couch. He charged to his door, and then stopped to gather himself. “Breathe in, breath out...” He opened the door and saw Dimitri climbing out of his midnight-blue SUV.  When Dimitri closed the driver seat door behind him and Felix got a good look at his friends attire, he almost blew a gasket.

“What the FUCK is he wearing!” Felix furiously hissed under his breath. Dimitri was wearing a long sleeved button up shirt that hadn’t fit his figure appropriately for two years. It pinched and barely covered his higher and smaller pair of love handles and left the lower larger ones exposed. His massive doughy gut was totally exposed! The buttons were straining and begging to be spared, leaving gaping holes exposing his squishy flesh between each one. The shirt hugged his fleshy bosom and the sleeves barely stretched past his elbows. And those suspenders... those Goddess damned suspenders. They “covered” Dimitri’s lower half, but choked and accentuated every last feature. The contours of every lump of his tree trunk legs were plain as day. The sides of the pants struggled to hang on to his hips, and Felix could deduce that they left the upper half of his ass-crack exposed without even looking at his behind. The suspender straps themselves, could not make it across the expanse of his stomach and wrapped around it’s sides to give it room. But they were still being pushed to their limits by his fat tits. Dimitri was so... so... LEWD!

Felix choked.

“Felix! It has been to long!” Dimitri greeted him without a care in the world. As if he wasn’t engaging in public indecency! He lifted a tote bag in his hand, “I have brought some games we could play today. How have you been?”

“Fine,” Felix croaked. His cheeks were rose red. Dimitri seemed to be unaware of his friends distress.

“Good, good!” he laughed heartily which made his gut jiggle like jello. “Shall we go inside?”

“Yes!” Felix curtly answered. He stiffly walked to the front door and held it open for Dimitri.

“Why thank you.” Dimitri grinned. He went ahead and Felix watched his fat ass bounce as he walked. His crack was indeed exposed. Felix bit his lower lip so hard it was at risk of bleeding. 

When they reached the living room Felix told him, “You can leave your bag beside the couch.”

“Will do.” They made eye contact for a second, and both of them blushed. Dimitri lightly scratched at his cheek with a finger and mumbled. “It was quite the trip getting here...” It actually only took ten minutes. “So I am a little... hungry,” his words drawled. “ Could I have something to eat?” His puppy dog eyes and squishy cheeks and chins were impossible to resist.

Felix took a sharp breath in through his nose and forcefully exhaled through his mouth. This bastard was teasing him! “Sure. You can sit down on the couch as I get it.”

“Thank you so much!” Dimitri said cheerfully.

Felix sprinted to his fridge and yanked the doors open. He thought to himself, “I can’t just shove junk down his gullet. I should give him something leaner like celery or radish or...” But his instincts betrayed him, and he grabbed a little plastic container holding a decadent looking cheesecake with chocolate and caramel drizzle. As well as a can of whipped cream. Both items he impulsively bought in anticipation for this day. He slammed the doors shut with his elbows and marched back to the couch. When he saw Dimitri he gasped.

Dimitri was reclining back on the couch with his arms hanging over the back, which in itself was not an unusual action. However, his position kept his belly from obscuring his crotch. Felix could see that much like the rest of him, his fat pad and balls were outlined by his pants.

“Is something the matter~?” Dimitri asked rhetorically.

“Take that off right this instant!” Felix demanded.

“Why should I?” Dimitri smirked in rebellion.

“Because!” hissed Felix.

“Hmm, how about you make me?” Dimitri propositioned.

“Fine then!” huffed Felix. He sauntered to Dimitri and stretched a long slender leg over Dimitri’s pool of fat for a lap. Dimitri grabbed his waist to aid him as Felix then lifted the other leg over, to straddle him. Felix glared daggers into Dimitri’s eye, but Dimitri grinned confidently.

“I’ll make you burst out of them.”