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It begins like any other day. Takumi wakes up after his second alarm goes off. The bed besides him is notably absent of Kawana. It isn’t unusual for her to wake up before him especially since she has work early at the shop on the week days. Today is a weekend.
Takumi sits up. He rests his hand on his stomach, which juts out a bit past his waist band of his sleep shorts and stretches out his shirt. Amemiya got him this shirt a few months ago. She’ll definitely poke fun at him, literally, if she sees how tight it’s gotten now. He pulls down on it, covering his love handles and lower tummy as if anyone is here to see it. Not that they’ve never seen him shirtless before, but ill fitting clothes seem to make him more embarrassed than being totally unclothed.
He knows the others don’t care. In fact, it’s more likely that they enjoy overfeeding him, given by how active everyone always is to get their hands on him during bedroom activities. They just can’t get enough of him.
Takumi settles on a hoodie. He pulls it over his torso and makes sure it has enough give in the fabric to cover him. It’s a little tight, he hasn’t worn it all month so that’s expected. He puts on some pants next. Tries to, really. He is nowhere near getting the button fastened, even when he tries to suck in. He lies on his back in one more futile attempt to close them. It doesnt work. He peels them off. It’s a sweatpants kind of day, he supposes. Not that he will be sweating in them, of course.
And he’s right, since entering the kitchen he can smell the breakfast Kawana is making. She’s put together a stack of pancakes and is in the process of making more.
“Did you sleep well?” she asks him. Takumi yawns.
“Like a rock,” he replies. The pancakes smell really good. He realizes now that he’s hungry. Though he isn’t sure if this is just a pavlovian reaction due to how good everything his partners cook is. His stomach growls.
“Sounds like someone needs some pancakes,” says Kawana. She grabs one of the plates, and stacks three of them. She cuts a chunk of butter to go between each one, then pours him some syrup.
Three is a lot. It’s breakfast, not brunch. But Takumi doesn’t want to protest, not after she’s already soaked them in syrup. He takes the plate and sits down.
“Thanks,” he tells her. He cuts into the fluffy stack, and takes a bite. It’s lovely. He cuts himself another piece, and another as if Kawana will take the plate from him if he doesn’t finish fast enough.
He munches down a bit more, glancing over at Kawana who is still manning the burners.
“Are you making some for the whole house?” he asks. It’s a lot of pancakes. Kawana shakes her head.
“If they wake up, I suppose,” she says cheekily. “Why? Do you want seconds? I can give you more. I have plenty.”
The ones she gave him should be enough. Takumi doesn’t answer fast enough. Another pancake is added to his plate.
He should probably refuse, but he doesn’t really have a reason to. They’re always better when they’re fresh. He isn’t a fan of them once they go into the fridge. It’ll be wasted here if he doesn’t have it. Of course, the waste is Kawana’s fault. She didn’t have to make so many. How shameless of her. He can see her glancing over, watching as Takumi finishes his plate and rests his hand on his tummy like he does when he gets full. He feels pretty full right now. He’ll have a light lunch later, if his partners allow it.
“Still hungry?” asks Kawana.
”Not really,” Takumi replies. She chuckles.
“Don’t be shy. I know you want more,” she says in a teasing manner. She sits down at the table next to him. The way she eats him up with her eyes makes her seem even hungrier than Takumi himself. His outfit is a bit tighter than he’d like. She’s one of three reasons for it.
And she enjoys it.
“I already had a bunch. I don’t want to pig out,” Takumi says shyly. He knows he shouldn’t feel embarrassed. He also knows that he really shouldn’t have a fifth pancake. He doesn’t need a fifth. He’s not hungry, and there’s no reason for it.
… He really wants a fifth pancake, damnnit.
Kawana bites her lower lip seductively.
“Is that all that’s stopping you? We survived a killing game, for crying out loud! I say do whatever you want,” says Kawana.
“How do I know you’re not just trying to fatten me up?” Takumi teases back. He lifts his arms in a yawn, letting his stomach peak out. Her eyes go wide. He’s spot on. She’s always been all over his chub.
“You say that like it’s a bad thing. I love cooking for you,” Kawana says defensively. Her little pout makes up for her pushiness earlier. She brushes her hands against his face, squishing his cheeks. “And I love what my love has done to you!”
Takumi blushes. Kawana has definitely been the most proactive from the start. She was the one who started overfeeding him at meals until he felt like he couldn’t eat another bite. His thighs widened, tummy grew, and jawline softened. Once he put on the first twenty pounds and it was impossible to hide. Omokage joined in on the fun and suddenly that twenty turned into forty. Now his belly pushes past his waist band even when he hasn’t eaten. Amemiya can’t get enough of it.
“I’m not getting too big?” asks Takumi sheepishly. He worries sometimes that she’ll grow bored or resentful of him. But that’s nothing but a baseless fear.
Kawana pinches his cheeks and squishes his mouth, then trails her hands down to his chest. She plays with the drawstrings to his hoodie, tightening them slightly before heading towards his crotch.
“I just want you to be happy,” she says coyly. “And you seem happiest when you get to eat whatever you want. I find it sexy too. It’s a win-win.”
“Really?”
”I’ll show you.”
Her hand is between his legs and under his tummy. She plays with him before peeling the band down.
Breakfast with a side of hand job is new. He’s certainly not complaining.
She strokes his cock enthusiastically.
“You can have another pancake if you want to. I won’t judge,” says Kawana. “In fact, it’s kinda hot.”
”R-really?”
Takumi can hardly focus on her words because he’s preoccupied getting stroked off.
“I love a boy with an appetite,” she says. The pace of her hand quickens. She leans in. “You’ve been eating a lot lately, haven’t you? We’ll have to get you some new clothes this weekend.
Takumi has been having a lot. He rolls his eyes at the blame being placed onto him as if Kawana herself isn’t the biggest offender.
“I only eat what you put in front of me,” Takumi protests.
“All I hear are excuses,” says Kawana. “It’s okay to want it.”
Fuck, he really wants it. He’ll even have a sixth or seventh if she really wants him to.
He comes before he can say anything. Kawana is pleased with her work.
“I’ll have another.”
He really didn’t need that last pancake.
It doesn’t truly matter, as Takumi’s spending most of the day indoors. Kawana and Amemiya left an hour ago to go to a game shop Amemiya wanted to check out. Takumi thought about going, though a nap seemed pretty enticing at the moment.
He remembers lying down on the couch with a blanket watching a foreign film. He awakes to tv stuck on static, the blanket long gone, and a pair of cold hands gripping underneath his hoodie.
Oh, and Omokage has wedged himself between Takumi and the back of the couch.
“So… cold!” Takumi protests. This only makes Omokage grope him more, squeezing his chest, then his hips and love handles.
“Perfect for warming me up,” Omokage purrs into his ear. “I’m so cold, Sumino-kun.”
Omokage is always cold. The poor thing is skin and bones, like someone’s wet cat left out in the rain.
Takumi shifts around so Omokage can cuddle him properly. He instead takes the opportunity to touch him more.
“Have you had lunch yet?” Omokage asks this as if he can’t literally feel the effects of Takumi’s overindulgent breakfast under his fingertips. It’s a bloat that’s hard to ignore. Omokage asking is a mere curtesy.
“I had a large breakfast,” Takumi says. He should probably take it easy the rest of the day. He already feels a bit sluggish.
“Aht, aht, aht, Sumino-kun,” chastises Omokage. “You know you’re supposed to have three balanced meals a day.”
Takumi rolls his eyes at him. There was no balance in his first meal. Everything is already askew. He knows this is just Omokage’s way of pre-meal foreplay, working up to his excuse to feed him an excessive amount.
“And if I refuse?”
“I’ll find a way to sneak you something,” says Omokage sinisterly. “An appetite stimulant, or maybe a nutritional powder. Of course, there’s always more I can craft up.”
Takumi sighs audibly. Omokage is so annoying. Unlike Kawana and Amemiya, he actually has a habit of going through with his weird threats. He doesn’t want to be a lab rat for whatever weird concoction Omokage brews up.
“I’ll just stick with regular lunch then, no funny business,” Takumi says. Omokage looks thrilled despite not getting to drug him.
He makes him ramen for lunch, with a plethora of toppings such as eggs and fish cakes. He places a bowl for each of them on the table. Two bowls, one with noticeably more noodles, the other with more broth.
Takumi doesn’t think twice before taking the bigger bowl. He enjoys Omokage’s ramen. It’s always spicy, but never painful. Takumi doesn’t know how he does it. He pulls down at his hoodie after drinking some of the broth. Omokage notices.
“Getting shy on me, are we, Sumino-kun,” Omokage whistles.
“You’re the one who made me this huge bowl,” Takumi whines. His gut feels heavy with noodles and broth. He’s out of egg so he uses his chopsticks to snag the one in Omokage’s bowl.
“I never said you had to eat all of it,” says Omokage.
“But you want me to.”
“Very much so.”
Omokage is shameless. Takumi’s used to it by now. He’ll give him a little tease. He drinks more of the broth. He twirls more of the noodles together. He even lets Omokage dab his cheek with a paper towel even though he doesn’t need to.
“Why?” Takumi probes.
“I like making changes to your body,” Omokage purrs. He grazes his fingers over Takumi’s curves. He pinches his fat softly, with care. His fingers feel the grooves of Takumi’s stretchmarks. He only started getting them once Omokage began feeding him, though they’re the fault of his and Kawana’s competitive nature. “I like that you like my cooking, and it shows. It stays with you. And the girls notice too. It really gets me going.”
Takumi’s cheeks are pink. It’s not just from the spice but from Omokage’s words. And the fact that he’s groping him again. He’s the most handsy out of the three. His cock is certainly interested in whatever is happening.
Omokage paws at his waistband. He slips his fingers under, letting them get squished between the band and his flesh. He casually brings them over to the front, teasing Takumi through his sweatpants.
“If you finish the bowl, I’ll suck your dick.”
It’s not even a good barter since Takumi only has a little bit left. He shrugs his shoulders. He was going to eat it anyways, so why not also fool around with his boyfriend?
Omokage doesn’t even wait for Takumi to finish the bowl before he tries to take his pants off. Emphasis on the try portion, since Takumi’s stuffed into them like a well made sausage. It’s a little endearing, seeing Omokage struggle. Until Omokage leans in and bites down on the fabric. One swiftly positioned hand, and he’s torn a rip in the front.
“Hey!” Takumi exclaims. He has to admit, it does feel nice not to be as restricted. His tummy has more room to breathe without the waist band cutting into him. At least he wasn’t the one who tore his pants; would Kawana believe him? Probably not. She’ll probably get horny about it too.
“Sorry, Sumino-kun, I couldn’t wait.”
Omokage’s already making way for his cock. His fingers slide into his boxers and pull it out, already hard for him.
“I think he likes it when we feed you,” Omokage says, poking the head of Takumi’s penis. Takumi shudders.
“Stop referring to it as a person,” he groans. Omokage wastes no time fitting him in his mouth. He sucks dick like his life is on the line. Takumi grabs his hair at the base, and grips his fingers. Omokage moans. He likes it with Takumi is deliberate with him. Takumi rolls his head back. Omokage is grabbing his fat hips like he’s trying to hang off him. He’s kneaded like dough. He feels so fucking hot.
“Omokage,” Takumi gasps. He looks down at his lap. He see’s Omokage’s face crowded out by his distended belly. It makes his cock even more sensitive.
Omokage doesn’t stop, and instead deep throats him— as much as he can before he squishes his nose and forhead into Takumi’s tummy. Takumi comes instantly. Omokage laps it all up, leaving not a single drop of cum to be found.
Takumi’s chest rises and falls. He noticed Omokage’s bowl still has a little more ramen inside. Ah, what the heck. He deserves a little treat. He grabs the bowl, and stuffs his face.
He doesn’t need Omokage’s leftovers. His own were already plenty. Omokage has already sucked his dick.
Takumi ignores it. He likes the attention.
Omokage rests his head on Takumi’s lap.
“If you finish the pot on the stove, I’ll suck you off again.”
Takumi really needs a light dinner. He’s already overindulged twice today. He stashes his old sweatpants in his bedroom. Kawana will love finding them. He instead wears another pair. They aren’t supposed to be as tight as the original ones. Today, they are. Kawana and Omokage are to blame.
Amemiya is home from her outing with Kawana earlier. She’s currently sitting on Takumi’s lap, both of them facing the television from the bean bag with controllers in hand. She curls up nicely on him, though it gets a bit uncomfortable when she gets too into the game and a sharp elbow hits him in the side.
“Stop teabagging my guy!” Takumi groans as he watches the corpse of his dead player character get squatted on by Amemiya’s character. “We’re on the same team.”
”Don’t care,” she says, and Takumi knows she really doesn’t. The match ends within the next twenty seconds so it doesn’t matter much. Takumi yawns as if he’s tired from a day where he practically did nothing. He runs his fingers through Amemiya’s blue twintail. It’s soft despite the harsh bleach and dye.
Amemiya spins around on his lap.
“Food, or redbull?” she asks, cocking her head. Food with Amemiya always meant ordering something. Takumi told himself earlier he should have a little less for dinner, but he knows if he doesn’t order anything Amemiya will just have another redbull or two for the rest of the day, which isn’t a meal at all.
For Amemiya’s sake, he’ll go with whatever she wants.
“Let’s order something,” says Takumi. “What do you want?”
Amemiya doesn’t have time to think.
“A burger,” she says as if the answer was already prepared. “Darumi will get you one too. Your card is signed in.”
”Of course it is,” Takumi says flatly. He doesn’t mind. They all share finances. Amemiya tosses him a family sized bag of chips.
“Half an hour wait. You can have some if you’re wasting away,” Amemiya suggests. Takumi is the furthest thing from ‘wasting away’. He still wants the chips.
He finishes the bag just before the food arrives. Amemiya reached her hand inside.
“You left none for Darumi! Rude,” she teases.
“I didn’t know you wanted any,” Takumi pouts. Amemiya leaves the room fake mad at him. He thinks about the possibility that Amemiya actually wanted some chips, and dismisses it as her calling him fat. His dick twitches in interest. He ignores it. Takumi rests his hand on his stomach. He’s felt so bloated all day. Maybe he’ll have a lighter dinner.
Amemiya returns with the bag. She gives it to Takumi, then sits right back down on his lap.
Takumi roots through the bag.
“Here,” says Takumi. He hands a burger to Amemiya. She shakes her head.
“Darumi actually ordered nuggets,” says Amemiya. “The burgers are for you.”
All for him?
”You ordered way too much,” grumbles Takumi. He sorts through the bag pushing wrapped burgers out of the way until he finds Amemiya’s nuggets.
“Darumi knows your fat ass wants it,” Amemiya snickers. She gives him a little shove on the stomach. “It’s feeding game time!”
“Hey!” Takumi exclaims. Amemiya sticks her tongue out at him.
“You’re looking extra tubby lately so Darumi added some to the order you did last time,” says Amemiya. She takes a sip of her redbull then flashes her phone at Takumi. “Your account is still logged in.”
Of course it is. Takumi’s cheeks heat up. Not only was this an order he had done before, but it was a moment of midnight weakness during one of his failed attempts at dieting.
He nibbles on a burger out of awkwardness about how Amemiya accidentally found his shameful binge. He clears the first, and moves on to the second without much thought. He knows his partners won’t care, and that more likely they’d find it hot, but he still feels a bit humiliated. It’s one thing when his partners push him to eat. He likes pleasing them. It feels worse when he does it himself, like he’s doing something he shouldn’t be.
“Are they bad?” asks Amemiya. She takes a bite out of one of the burgers, then hands it back to Takumi. “Mm. No, they taste fine.”
”Sorry, I’m just embarrassed that you got me all of this,” Takumi admits. Amemiya cocks her head to the side.
“Why?”
Because he’s been packing on the pounds with no end in sight. But he’s not going to say that.
Amemiya pushes her lips into a pout.
“Did Darumi make you feel bad?” she whines.
“No! Not at all,” stammers Takumi. “I was just thinking of something else… You like me, like this, right?”
“Like how?” Amemiya presses. Is she really going to make him say it?
”… Bigger.”
Amemiya’s lips curl into a smile.
“Bigger is always better! Darumi’s a size queen!” Amemiya chuckles. She pats Takumi’s tummy.
Takumi feels a bit relieved. He knows he shouldn’t let his insecurities get to him. He really wants more of the burgers, they’re not very filling.
“Have another,” Amemiya says, pushing a burger in his face. “A few more and maybe you’ll start to grow tits.”
Takumi’s cheeks turn pink. So that’s where her goal lies.
He obliges her request, and munches away at the burger.
Amemiya stares at him for a moment. Takumi looks down, and notices the sweatshirt no longer covers his lower tummy. Amemiya looks like she’s going to start drooling. Takumi touches his skin. He feels warm.
“Darumi doesn’t want these,” Amemiya exclaims as she plops her box of nuggets on Takumi’s lap. “You finish them.”
Even more food?! It’s like she wants him to explode.
”I’m not your garbage disposal,” Takumi rolls his eyes. Amemiya pouts. She pulls up on Takumi’s hoodie, revealing his skin, and pokes him in the belly. “Ow!”
”You sure look like it,” Amemiya teases. Now that he has tummy exposed, she goes in for the kill. Her lips latch onto soft flesh, as she sucks a hicky into his skin. It’s her way of doing foreplay. A nugget or two won’t hurt. She’s already eaten most of them.
“I like to think I have more self respect than that,” grumbles Takumi. He’s not actually upset, too distracted by how big he looks next to tiny Amemiya. Her hands look so small on his big belly, it makes his cock leak.
Amemiya stops leaving little marks on his stomach and pouts.
”Are you worried you’re going to get big and fat?” she says, playing dumb.
“I’m already fat,” Takumi sighs.
“Tada! Then have them,” Amemiya says. She picks up one of the nuggets. “Open up.”
Takumi sheepishly opens his mouth. Amemiya brings him a nugget. He takes a small bite out of it. She rubs his belly as he chews. The tummy rubs are much needed, he’s been feeling like he over did it a burger ago.
“Another one,” says Amemiya. “Keep going. Almost done.”
Takumi feels like he needs to immediately take a huge nap after they’re done. He’s stretched to capacity and weighed down by all the food he’s eaten today. He feels like a bear ready for hibernation. But he also wants to keep getting touched by Amemiya, and fed more and more until he physically can’t eat another bite.
The door to the gaming room slides open. Kawana and Omokage are at the door, slack jawed at the sight before them.
“Amemiya, what have you been feeding him?” asks Kawana.
“Burgers mostly, but he was already fat when I got to him,” Amemiya blurts out. Takumi feels a bit humiliated but all is not lost. Kawana gives him a kiss on the cheek. She kneals next to the bean bag and starts assisting Amemiya with much needed tummy rubs. Takumi melts into the touch.
“I helped too.” Omokage sits on the other side of him and curls up on his arm. He runs his fingers through Takumi’s hair. His other hand touches the exposed flesh of Takumi’s tummy. “Ah, you changed your pants.”
”What happened to his pants?” asks Kawana excitedly.
”They ripped,” says Omokage, omitting a very critical detail.
“You’re the one who ripped them!” Takumi exclaims.
“Takumi ripped his pants!” Amemiya shrieks in laughter.
“They were too tight. I couldn’t get them off you. There was no other way,” says Omokage. There definitely would have been another way.
“I wish I could have seen. Not fair,” Kawana sighs. She rubs Takumi’s taut belly. It feels nice. “You had a lot today, how are you feeling.”
”Like I’m going to burst,” Takumi admits. His tummy feels really heavy in his lap. He’s been doing nothing but grazing all day. He pulls his sweatshirt up even more, like a strip tease for his partners. “No wonder I’ve been gaining so much weight recently. All three of you are stuffing me silly.”
”NOSEBLED!” Amemiya calls out with her eyes wide. She of course can’t resist grabbing Takumi. She curls up on the bean bag where his legs are and rests her head on his stomach as if it is a pillow.
”Guilty,” Omokage says in a sing-songy voice.
Takumi feels like a pampered cat the way the other three are touching him and giving him belly rubs. Any doubt that their attraction to him had waned since his weight gain was absolutely preposterous. They’re all over him. It’s late. He’d fall asleep on the bean bag but it’s not very comfortable.
As if she can read his mind, Kawana speaks.
“Do you want help getting to bed?” she asks. Takumi nods.
“I feel like I’m all off balance,” he says. “I might need some help getting up.”
Amemiya pouts knowing this means she has to get off Takumi. She gets up and offers a hand. Kawana grabs the other one, and Omokage pushes from behind. A swift movement later and they’ve managed to right Takumi to a standing position.
If there was any hope of his sweatshirt covering his belly completely now, it was gone. Tugging at it doesn’t matter, it didn’t stretch far enough.
“I feel huge,” Takumi pants. It’s really starting to sink in just how much he has eaten today. He’s going to need to take Kawana up on her shopping offer as soon as he can.
“You look huge,” says Kawana. She smacks him on his plump ass. It would jiggle more but it’s stuffed into his tight sweatpants that leave little to the imagination.
If they keep overdoing his meals, he’ll put on weight even faster. The thought goes straight to his cock, which fits uncomfortably in his tight pants. He wishes he could see himself from their perspective right now. He knows if his younger self saw him today, he wouldn’t even recognize him. Of course his younger self didn’t have three people taking the utmost care of him.
They make it to the main bedroom.
Takumi sits down on the bed with a creak. He can’t wait to sleep this off.
Kawana helps him take his sweatshirt off. Omokage helps him with his pants and this time doesn’t rip them. Amemiya oogles him like eye candy and touches herself like she’ll explode if she doesn’t have an orgasm soon.
It isn’t long before they’re making out. Amemiya’s tongue is in his mouth and her hand in her pants, her other hand on Takumi’s crotch. Omokage and Kawana are kissing each other each with a hand full of his soft body. Their hands are groping on his plush thighs, his love handles, his softening chest, and his stuffed tummy.
It’s times like these where he realizes the shame within him comes from himself. His partners love him, and are incredibly attracted to him. He can even see Omokage’s erection, and Kawana and Amemiya squeezing their thighs together since they’re wet.
He likes the attention a lot.
A thought crosses his mind. He really doesn’t need this… But all three of them have been so good to him today.
“Can I ask a favor?” Takumi prompts. His three partners all attentively focus on him.
“What is it?” Kawana asks.
“Anything for you,” says Omokage.
“Depends on what it is,” Amemiya chimes in.
He really shouldn’t. He’s not even hungry. He’s already fat enough by his partners’ doing. It’s not enough. He presses down on his tummy. There’s still a little bit of give. His cock is already rock hard and alert.
“I don’t want to put anyone out, but…”
All three of his partners wait in anticipation. Takumi’s smile grows.
“I want a dessert.”