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When the cute barista you'd been eyeing from across the cafe hung up his apron and walked over to plop down into the seat across from you, you'd been mildly surprised. When he'd winked and asked your name, you'd felt the slightest heat in your face. And when he’d stood up and stretched cutely, your eyes wandered down to the belly you both knew you’d been staring at.
He'd giggled at the prominent red color that had overtaken your face by this point, walking around the table to offer his hand to you. He introduced himself as Todomatsu, “But you can call me Totty!” and you did the same, his fingers threading through yours as you belatedly realized you'd already told him your name. He led you out the cafe doors and asked where you lived. You had no idea why you told him, or why you led him to your home.
As soon as you step through the door to your tiny apartment he's got you against a wall, your breath picking up and your hands latching onto his shoulders. You can feel the soft belly you'd been mesmerized by earlier pressing into you and causing an unintentional moan. He bites his lower lip and grabs firmly onto your hips, pinning you to the wall with his stomach. Your hands run down his arms, and then up into his tight fitting button-up. You squeeze the flesh you find there and trail your fingers along the indentions you know must be stretch-marks. He sighs happily at the feeling before grabbing both your hands and bringing one to his face to place a gentle kiss on your palm.
“You like how big and soft I am right?”
You swallow audibly and nod. The look he gives you should be illegal.
“How about you help me get even bigger then?”
You open your mouth to respond but nothing comes out. Does he just want to eat your food? Did he try to seduce you for a free meal? You think you've heard of this fetish before but you can't seem to recall the name. Your thoughts were interrupted when you felt something warm and wet press against two of your fingers. You knew your face was red again as you watched his cute tongue lap at the digits. He slipped them into his mouth and you felt something in your chest swell at the noise he made. He pulled back and took a third into his mouth, then a fourth and then-
Your entire hand was somehow in his mouth?
He took advantage of your confused state to grab your other hand and slide it in as well. You only snapped out of it when you felt a tug and realized your fingers were in his throat and he was pulling you in deeper. You felt your heart rate pick up as you weakly tried to get away. As nervous as it made you, you couldn't deny just how good it felt. Slick walls pulled at your hands and you watched your arms disappear halfway into him. He continued making appreciative (at least you think so) noises as his throat worked over you. Before you knew it your head and shoulders were pulled in and you were trying to calm down even as the humid breath made your face feel almost uncomfortably sticky. You watched the tight tunnel of flesh inch closer to your face, the wet gulps and moans almost too loud. Your head pressed tightly to the back of his throat, and with a great amount of effort you managed to be squeezed through. The rippling of the slimy walls that surrounded you became overwhelming to the point you managed to lose track of how much of you he'd eaten.
Eaten. That's right, he was eating you. You were being swallowed alive by a strange boy you only knew the name of, and would most likely be digested and turned into the fat you had been so obsessed with on him.
Why the hell was that so hot.
It should have terrified you more than it did, but you mostly only managed to be annoyed that you wouldn't get to see the results.
You realized suddenly that your hands were no longer constricted, and you knew you were about to be trapped for good in his stomach. As your arms and head slid into the more spacious area, you felt your legs being lifted into the air. He was swallowing more slowly now, gravity doing the hardest part for him. You curled up into the confined space slowly, a low whine squeezing out of your lungs when you felt and heard the final gulp around your feet. It was strange feeling them slide down after you.
You were sealed in now, resting inside a softly churning gut and for some reason still wondering what just happened. Were you still a person? Or just food now? Your nerves were getting the best of you until you felt movement. He was walking, you realized, and when you heard the squeak of your crappy couch, you knew he was sitting down.
Rude.
“You were really good, you know!”
His voice was kind of muffled, but you could easily make out he was talking to you. Did he expect you to thank him?
“I’d love to have you again sometime. It's been too long since I've been this full. You're still awake in there, right?”
You stuttered out an affirmative.
“That's good! Ah, but you might not be for much longer. Like I said, it's been a while.”
The surrounding flesh seemed to clench rhythmically around you now, a low groaning noise coming from everywhere.
“Mm, just relax okay? Promise I'll stay until you wake up!”
You wanted to argue about how waking up was gonna be pretty difficult when you're stomach fat, but his voice was nice, and it was very, very warm.
So, you slept.
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And then you woke up. Like, five seconds later. But it was dark now, so maybe not?
“Hey cutie! How are you feeling?”
That sweet voice spoke softly, and you felt fingers running through your hair and then gently scratching the back of your neck.
You arched into the touch and sighed happily, rolling over to see the boy- Totty, you remembered- sitting up on his knees and- Oh
Oh wow.
He was much larger now than when you first saw him. His shirt was unbuttoned and hanging open, allowing the newly accumulated softness to rest on his legs.
Without hesitation you reached out to touch his belly and he giggled.
“You really did a great job, you know. I would've kept you longer, but I was so hungry!”
He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead and you felt weak. A tight feeling in your chest made your breath hitch and you reached up and dragged him down to lay with you. He didn't look surprised.
You asked when you could do it again.
There was the surprise.
After staring at you for a moment he smirked and grabbed your hand to pull you up.
“I think you should come and meet my brothers.”
You thought over the implication a total of five seconds before turning off your lights and leading him back to the front door.
It’d be a fun night.