#stuffing post

Atem wassick of fruit. Of food in general, really- he’d been eating almost every secondhe was awake, and his stomach, ample before, constantly felt on the verge ofbursting. His skirt had ripped up the seams, and Bakura had simply tied ablanket over his legs to maintain him even the smallest modicum of dignity. 

Hewas chained to the wall by one leg and one arm, and no spell half-rememberedfrom practice with Mana had gotten him out yet. Bakura had relieved him of hisDiadhank before he’d even woke up, so he had no hope of calling anything tohelp him.

Bakurahummed, twirling a necklace around his index finger. To be more specific, itwas a gold choker. Atem squirmed as it was snapped around his neck. He coughed,throat tightening as the gold cut into his airway.

“Oh, is ittoo small?” Bakura teased, hooking his finger underneath it so it was evenharder to breathe. “I suppose I didn’t get one that was pharaoh-sized.”

“Go rot.”Atem coughed out, and in response got a bottle of thick honey pressed againsthis lips. If breathing was difficult, swallowing was damn near impossible, butit was that or choke as Bakura had moved his hand from the collar to pinch hisnose, so he let the honey slide down his throat.

It wasalmost sickeningly sweet- perhaps something had been mixed in? Either way, itsettled heavily in his stomach with everything else he’d eaten today. He couldbarely keep track anymore, but it was plenty of fruit, beer, and meat.

Bakurasettled his hands on Atem’s stomach, murmuring words too low to hear, andAtem’s stomach turned, swelling out, rumbling as all the food inside meltedinto fat and… well, Atem wasn’t quite sure, but it felt like it doubled theamount of fat there should have been from the already vast amount of food everytime Bakura did this, making him gain twice as fast.

“If you’reconcerned about people starving, it doesn’t seem like this is a good way todeal with it.” Atem said, shifting to a kneeling position to ease his sorebackside, but Bakura rolled his eyes.

“This allcomes from the palace or high officials. I steal from the rich and those thataren’t using their wealth anymore. And I won’t be hearing any lectures from you. You were already fat when I pickedyou up.”

“Still.”Atem murmured, gasping when Bakura set a foot on the chair he was bound in andsettled his knees on Atem’s stomach, his full weight on top of him withinmoments.

“I mustadmit, though, living in luxury certainly has done you favors. Soft skin…” Hepatted Atem’s cheek with surprising tenderness. “Nice hair…” He tugged at oneof Atem’s sun-yellow bangs, letting it bounce back into place. “And of course,this.” He shifted his knees, getting a groan out of Atem as his stomach waspressed down upon. “But you know what I liked most?”

Atem’s bellygave a meek gurgle as he replied “Enlighten me.”

Bakura slidoff Atem, moving around to suddenly smack his ass. The pharaoh yelped. “Hey!”

Bakuracackled. “You’ve got quite the ass.” Atem flushed, trying to shift so he wassitting in a way that Bakura couldn’t do that again, but Bakura whistled forhis Ka to keep Atem firmly in place.

“It’s notfor you.”

“None of youis, but that’s what makes it so fun.” Bakura licked his lips, kneeling down sohe could squish his hands into Atem’s cheeks. At the feeling of firm handspressing against his bare skin, Atem’s blush intensified.

“If this wasall you wanted, you could have pretended to be a whore. They hire them fairlyoften for feasts.”

That gotanother laugh. “Oh, but then I wouldn’t have the god-king at my mercy.” Atemcraned his neck to try and see what Bakura was doing, but got a very good idea when something wetdragged across his ass. His toes curled and he gritted his teeth, trying toignore the fact that his captor was currently licking him.

“You’revile.”

“You want meto stop? Bakura’s voice was dripping with glee, clearly going to disregardwhatever Atem said.

“It musttaste like sweat.” Atem said instead. “You haven’t allowed me to bathe otherthan the bucket of water you dumped on me.”

“It does.It’s more about the texture than the taste.” Bakura said. After a moment, headded “Plus it makes you uncomfortable.”

Atemshuddered at that. Luckily- in this circumstance only- his stomach growled, allof its contents having been emptied into fat cells so it hungered again. Bakurawiped at his mouth with his sleeve, Diabound dissolving to air.

Yami ducked behind a trophy in Kaiba’s room, breathing hard.

He had no idea how his magic had backfired that badly, but wasn’t eager to find out. He was lucky the Puzzle had shrunk with him, but not with much else- Kaiba had grinned, swiping for him with one white-sleeved hand. He’d barely managed to hide, but let out a yelp as he was tugged up by the back of his school uniform.

“Now, what do we have here?” Kaiba had a toothy grin, watching his rival kick and squirm between his fingers.

“Unhand me!” Yami ordered, but a particularly harsh kick led to him starting to slip and he fell deathly still, not wanting to know what would happen if he hit the ground from this height. 

“Now why would I do that?” Kaiba moved over to a desk, fumbling around with one hand while he kept Yami firmly prisoner in the other, having shifted him to be gripped in a fist. Finally, he found a roll of tape, winding it around Yami’s ample stomach, arms pinned to his side. “I finally won.”

“You didn’t win anything.” Words were all Yami had, so he’d damn well use them, even if the tape made it difficult to breathe. “My magic misfired, that’s all.” 

“Last time, you ate me.” Kaiba said, rummaging around. “Clearly you have a greater capacity than any normal human. I wonder how much that’s changed?” He pulled out a large chocolate bar- something written in a different language, probably expensive and imported. Yami tried not to show his nervousness- the bat was easily four times his size.

Kaiba peeled the top of the wrapper off, then snapped off a thick square, pressing it to Yami’s lips. “Eat it.”

Yami turned his head to the side, smudging the chocolate unto his cheek. Kaiba snarled, gripping Yami’s cheeks with two manicured fingers and squeezing until his mouth opened, then stuffed the square in. Yami had to eat it or risked suffocating, so saliva welled up from his tongue, breaking the square down so it was easier to chew. 

When he swallowed, he could feel the tape tighten around his belly, but refused to give Kaiba the satisfaction of groaning.

That lasted four more squares before his aching belly turned red from the pressure. Kaiba didn’t relent, pressing more chocolate to Yami’s mouth and harshly poking his swollen belly. He hiccuped, vision starting to spin as he swallowed again. His tongue hung out, coated in sugary brown.

“If you vomit, I’m going to squish you like a bug.” Kaiba said, and Yami felt like he was shrinking even further. His belly bulged both above and below the tape, and his cheeks felt hot enough to rival the sun.

There was still a good half of the bar left, and Kaiba continued to feed him, taking breaks only to squeeze and poke at his growing belly. Yami had stopped even trying to register what was going on, just hoping it would be over soon. He could feel the tape digging deeper and deeper into his skin as more and more rich chocolate filled his gut. His stomach was churning and groaning, and a pained whine was starting to pull out of the back of his throat.

“I’m impressed.” Kaiba said finally, half of one last square between his fingers- before he popped it into his own mouth. Yami’s belly was visibly shaking from the strain from both inside and outside itself, and he raised both hands to his mouth in a useless effort to keep himself from throwing up. When Kaiba unwound the tape, he gasped, the pain of having it ripped off his skin nothing compared to the relief of his stomach not being constricted.

Then, though, Kaiba placed his thumb and index finger on either side of his massive belly, squeezing it in. Yami couldn’t hold back a series of belches, and felt something crawl acidic up his throat. He swallowed it down with a moan, not wanting to test if Kaiba’s words earlier had been a genuine threat.

“You’d be a cute pet.” Kaiba mused, switching to prodding Yami’s stomach with his fingertip, getting a wet, sickly burp and a low groan.