“Gainz, eh?” the husky voice mused aloud, its owner looking up at the massive vat before him. A bitter aroma wafted down from above, making a leonine snout crinkle as a large hand came up to wave the scent away, the hrothgar’s green eyes turning toward the figure beside him, “So you’re… really sure about this, huh?”
\n\nThe question was almost missed by its intended recipient, who stared wide-eyed up at the enormous vessel, the same scent that had the feline humanoid guarding his nose instead making the avian’s feathers ruffle up in anticipation. “Ivan!” the hrothgar prompted, nudging his companion’s chest with an elbow, his head shaking at the way the limb sank into a soft layer of padding that coated the bird’s chest. Letting out a wark of surprise, the chocobo looked down at the hrothgar that was attempting to address him, giving a sheepish grin as the lionlike man gave an exasperated, yet fond chuckle, “I said are you sure about this? I mean, no offense brother, you’re already… well.” The unfinished sentence was punctuated by the hrothgar resting his hand where Ivan’s scruff met his back, gently gripping a roll of loose fat that rested where once the horn of a saddle would.
\n\nThankful for the naturally-ruby hue of his plumage, the chocobo gave a soft huff as he glanced aside, a wing coming up to brush at the side of his plump neck self-consciously. Indeed, there was more than a generous amount of hefty flesh bowing out from his collar, enough that he could feel it brushing against the even-plumper curve of his chest, which in turn curved down into a prodigious paunch that pressed itself out against the bird’s legs. He was a far cry from the traveling-fit physique so typical of his species, what with how his gut was large enough that the space between its lowest curve and the ground was half that of a lean ‘bo. Which wasn’t unheard of; to be sure, fat chocobos were quite the rage among certain groups. And though he was big enough to qualify for that league, there was a certain urge, a craving, a desire that itched at the back of Ivan’s mind and refused to leave;
\n\nMore.
\n\nGods above, every time he settled down into himself to roost and rest, Ivan felt his whole being suffused with abject comfort beyond anything he’d experienced in his leaner days. Every added pound was more blissful than the last, and he found himself veritably aching to know just how much more comforting his own body could become. Which had, after quite the unique commission to the Alchemist’s Guild, landed him where he was, now.
\n\nAt the point of no return.
\n\nIvan let out a little kweh when he felt his companion’s hand brushing gently down his neck and back, looking down to meet the saber-toothed smile below. “Not judging, of course. Just making sure I haven’t, well, misinterpreted anything,” the hrothgar stated, giving another soft chuckle when he felt the hefty bird leaning into his touch, looking up into the sapphire eyes that contrasted with those ruby feathers around them, “So, this is what you want, then?”
\n\nOnce more, the chocobo looked up at the vat and the rather apt GAINZ title that the alchemists had seen fit to apply to it. With how much there was within the giant vessel, the results were sure to be spectacular. Heart fluttering at the very idea, Ivan felt the grin appear on his features, looking down to his partner again and nodding with enthusiasm. The hrothgar couldn’t help a laugh at the eagerness that shone through the chocobo’s self-consciousness, nodding as he patted the fat bird’s shoulder.
\n\n“Well, I can’t let it be said that Yov Natasch failed to give his battle brother what he desired in his retirement!” the humanoid lion remarked, unable to stop himself from flicking his gaze toward the magitek brace that hugged the chocobo’s left leg, though he was quick to avert that glance and meet Ivan’s eyes again, “Still, just one more chance to back ou𑁋”
\n\nYov gave a yelp when the wing thumped him from behind, nudging the hrothgar toward the nozzle at the side of the vat. Soon after, Ivan’s head came down to press into the small of the feline’s back, scooting Yov right up to the valve with hefty steps. Even as the hrothgar regained his footing, the bird puffed as he lowered himself, giving a wince as he shuffled off of his braced leg and roosted upon the floor. Along with the fanciful tricorne on his head, that brace was all that he still wore of his usual outfit, the rest folded neatly at the door. He wouldn’t want to tear out of the seams of those expensive articles.
\n\nAgain.
\n\nFlicking his tail at the memories of his growing heft having a rather destructive influence on his garments, Ivan pushed those thoughts aside for the moment, instead beaming to Yov as he pointed a wing repeatedly between the hose emerging from the vat and his opened beak. Already he relished the sensation of his paunch pooling out over the ground around him, squishing into his thick thighs and plump calves, completely blanketing his talons in his roosting position with his own belly. The sight got a quirked brow from the hrothgar, though he still couldn’t help a smile at the endearing eagerness of his companion.
\n\n“Alright, alright, no more balking,” Yov tittered, shaking his head as he knelt down to take up the hose in his strong hands, stepping up to the bird that now rested eye-level with him. “Pardon me for ensuring the clarity of my best friend’s wishes,” he huffed in mock indignation while slipping the hose into Ivan’s beak, reaching up and patting the chocobo’s cheek with a little smirk, “Last chance to back out of thi𑁋”
\n\nRolling his eyes, Ivan grunted as he tried to lean around the hrothgar, reaching a wing toward the flow valve, though his silky feathers were a poor choice of limb for actually turning the thing. Still, the message was clear enough, Yov letting out a laugh as he stepped back and leaned down. With no further ado, he gave that valve a gentle twist, and Ivan’s eyes lit up as he was soon met with the taste of various bitter herbs that his kind were so fond of. A sweeter undertone of alchemical reagents masked by a confectionery’s touch complemented that bitter tone, making the bird sigh long in pleasure while his feathers ruffled up around his form.
\n\nA touch against the bird’s neck had him focusing his eyes on the hrothgar, who smiled to him again. “I’ll leave you to it, then. You know me, I can’t abide staying in one place long, and that vat is going to take… well, ‘hours’ seems conservative,” Yov remarked, turning to step away, when he felt a wing wrap around his waist and pull him in against Ivan’s neck. Blinking in surprise at first, the feline soon felt his heart melting when he met the chocobo’s gaze, finding pure gratitude and affection glimmering in those eyes. The hrothgar’s brawny arms curled around the bird’s neck in turn, a quiet purr resonating in his chest as he hummed, “You’re welcome, brother.”
\n\nYov’s head tilted the next moment, pulling back as he left his hands on either side of that chubby neck, eyes widening when he realized he wasn’t imagining things; it was already broader. “Didn’t skimp on quality, did they?” the hrothgar breathed, shaking his head again as he stepped back and rested his hands on his hips while taking Ivan in, adding after a moment, “Well, I suppose you’ll be rather unrecognizable when I get back, won’t you? Luckily I don’t think any other conspicuous red hills are going to take up residence in this barn while I’m gone.”
\n\nSnorting through his beak between gulps, the chocobo gave a shooing motion with his wing, summoning another laugh from the hrothgar. “Right, right. Well, have fun with that, brother,” Yov said in parting, dithering just a moment at the door to the barn while he watched Ivan settling into himself again, flesh creeping slowly over hay-strewn floor as the generous padding of his figure deepened, before rounding the corner out of the bird’s sight.
\n\nThe chocobo watched the door swing closed slowly behind the hrothgar, ensuring his fretful partner wouldn’t come back for another comment, before finally relaxing as he took slow, leisurely gulps of fattening formula. Already, he could feel his frame pooling further around him, his neck resting more heavily upon his torso, flanks bulging over his knees and paunch scooting his talons steadily further apart. Warmth suffused his whole body, the bird starting to huff and pant through his nose in pleasure, waves of bliss soothing him ever further. Individual swallows began to blur as Ivan started to lose himself to the moment, savoring the way he felt his chest flab touching down against the floor after gods-knew-how-many quaffs, his legs straightening as his roosted position had his belly pressing him upward. It was only with excitement and anticipation that Ivan felt his talons leave the floor, propped up and dangling over either side of that bed of a gut, glancing toward the vat beside him with a flutter of delight.
\n\nThere was so, so much left. Grinning, Ivan nuzzled down into his own fattening neck, savoring how much softer he already was. And he was just getting started.
\n\nWoohoo, I wrote!
\n\nRated mature for fat and weight gain fetish themes.
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