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I don't remember how it happened, but Tormod showed up one day looking like a whale. I'm not sure what a whale is exactly but I'm sure it's an apt description of the Tormod in front of me. The only thing that remotely looks like the boy I knew is his red hair and pinkish nipples, which are now massive. I didn't even know nipples could get that big. That is to say nothing of how fat Tormod is everywhere else. I can't help but stare about his huge flabby belly reaching down to his knees. His freckles are cute… hm. Under his overhang is a huge fatpad?! I doubt there was much to begin with but I can't imagine there's anything left uncovered. His ass and thighs are as wide as I am, maybe more so. To say he's a whale may be an understatement. He really is a blob of fat. Can't help but want to touch him.
He said something about being taller than me but I can't really focus on what he's saying. This isn't where it started though. He was thin not too long ago. What happened?

About a year ago, Tormod complained that I was taller than him and that he would get taller than me. I didn't think anything of it.
“Damn, Sothe. Why are you still taller than me? What have you been eating?”
“I don't recall. Just the usual I guess. Anything that comes my way. You know how it is. I'm sure desert living can be difficult sometimes too.”
“It's fine, but something tells me you're lying.” Tormod pokes my abdomen, the exposed part near my belly button. “There's gotta be something in here that you're not telling me about so that you can stay taller.”
“I really don't think that's the case.”
“I'm going to win.” Tormod says with his typical enthusiasm. He puts a hand on his thin waist and another as a fist to his chest. To think this would be the last time, I saw him with such a lithe form.

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Tormod was never a big boy, not in height or width. He was just a below average guy in terms of stature. Though, he compensated with his big personality and affinity for magic. Today, though, he's decided to change that. He will grow taller than Sothe to prove a point. What point? Hard to say. But, here he is, a young man on a journey he didn't know anything about. So, he turns to Muarim first.
“Hey, Muarim. How did you get to be so big?”
He's not entirely sure what to make of that. “What do you mean?”
“Well, you're tall and muscular. How did you do that? When I talked to Sothe earlier, he said he just ate whatever came him way and that's why he's taller than me.” Tormod adds.
“I'm not sure how the beorc grow. I think as a tiger my body is different than yours. Though, I suppose taking his advice and trying a laguz diet may help.” Muarim nods.
“Okay, let's get started!”
The two walk into their half tent half cave home. Living in the desert can be difficult, but they've made do along with the other desert dwellers. They're able to hunt large game occasionally or head out in search of some. The desert, though barren, can often yield fruits and flowers. The cacti that grow nearby can be eaten when processed properly.
Now, with peace settling across Tellius, trade has expanded considerably, stretching even to this desert home. These cacti are an “exotic” delicacy among those with money burning holes in their pockets. So, these desert dwellers aren't left wanting anymore. Which is a boon for Tormod now, able to procure items for food preservations.
Tonight's meal: deer caught in the forests of Gallia, with a side of cacti, and tortillas made from flour purchased while in Gallia.
“To start, you can try to eat as much as I do.” Muarim says, handing Tormod a platter much heavier than he's used to.
Tormod salivates partly at the thought that this will be his first step to growing taller than Sothe, but also because he's not used to such hedonism. He usually eats only as much as he needs, but this uncharacteristic portion size has him riled up.
Tormod stuffs his face with the cacti, picking up handfuls with torn pieces of tortilla. Though this meal is hardly any different from what he normally eats, there's something about the act of eating with purpose that makes it taste better. Tormod feels his body warm. Although he slows down immensely halfway through the deer leg, he manages to finish it. He cleans it to the bone, getting as much skin and meat into his stomach.
“Gods, that was delicious.” Tormod rubs his slightly distended stomach.
Muarim takes the leftover bones from Tormod. He sets them into a pot of water and assorted vegetables over a low fire. Not one to waste even bone, it's better for them to make a bone broth than to toss the bones for scavengers.
And, so this went on, getting easier with the passing days and each meal.
Tormod would stuff his face with the delicacies acquired through hunts, trade, or storefronts.
It didn't take long for Tormod to start changing. Not in the way that he was expecting, but not really having a proper mirror to check, but assuming it is exactly what he wants.

Tormod looks into an oasis, a natural spring pouring up from the ground. The desert dwellers know to leave this place as is, getting water here in emergencies and the same for hunts. The rest must be left for the animals and bugs and plants of the area.
This clear water is the closest thing he was to a mirror, not needing one until now. He tries to get as close to water without dipping into it to see his reflection. Since the water sways with the wind, the width of his reflection swishes around, not giving Tormod the full scope of the bit of fat on his body now. He can feel it and look at it directly, but when he's growing everyday, it's hard to notice the changes.
Tormod hums. “Mm, looks good. I'd say I'm definitely bigger.”
He's proud. Though he's not taller at all, looking at his reflection in the water brings him solace, and vigor to continue. /What's the point of winning if it's not a landslide? No harm done in friendly competition./
Tormod returns to his home. He enjoys a meal with Muarim before telling him of his next plan: visiting friends from the war, hoping to get some more help in his quest for height. Ike was one of the other big and tall guys he knew. What could go wrong when talking to a meat-loving hunk?

Tormod takes his leave and makes his journey to Ike's abode. As a war hero, he was given a large mansion able to fit all of the Greil Mercenaries. Not all of them stayed, most went off to pursue dreams delayed by the way. Ike and Soren stayed wishing for nothing more than to rest and stay away from fighting if they can help it. Oscar has also joined them mostly there to practice his cooking skills with willing participants and to wait for his brother's to return from their personal journeys. Tormod wasn't as close to Ike as some of the others but he figured he would pass by at least.
As he knocks on the door, Oscar opens the door. “Oh, hello. Wonderful little surprise, Tormod.”
“Hey. How's it going?”
“Are you…lost?” Oscar asks sincerely.
“No, no, I wanted to pay a visit to some old friends. I also had a question for Ike.”
“I see. Well, you're welcome to stay for dinner. I've almost finished preparing it.”
“Great! I hope you made lots.” Tormod enters the mansion, following Oscar around until he stops in a lavish dining room. It's odd to be in such a space.
Now that he's taken a second to think instead of plowing forward, Tormod comes face to face with what he wants. He wants to ask Ike how to get big like him so Tormod can outgrow Sothe. It's a funny situation to be in, but now that there's little to do beside the occasional magic training, the days have centered around finding food, even before his challenge to Sothe. Maybe, this is just the normal passage or his life. Yes, of course, it is, he thinks to himself.
Ike and Soren enter the room, greeted by the sight of the red-haired mage.
“Hey, Tormod, what's up?” As Ike sits across from him, Tormod can't help but stare at the gut sitting on Ike now. Ike has always been a big guy, not one to waste food, but his waist has expanded immensely. His muscles have stayed in tact as well.
Wow! Ike, you're huge! Perfect, just the guy I came to see.” Tormod's haste in conversation isn't always taken as a compliment, but most who have stayed around him know what he means.
“I'm retired. What can I say?”
Soren takes a look at Tormod himself. “A bucket calling a well full.” Of course, it's mostly a slight because Tormod said something odd to Ike. Soren has enjoyed retirement just as much, though not nearly as soft as Ike. It's comfortable.
“What brings you here?” Ike asks.
“How do I get big like you?” Tormod asks of course , talking about height, but not specifying.
“Eat.” Ike hums. “Yeah, just eat well. That's what I do.” Ike is not usually one to show off but he flexes his arms, still bulging with power.
In Tormod's mind, he equates eating to the power of training as opposed to eating well as an addition to training. None of which would help him grow taller. Though, no one here has even mentioned the idea once.
“Noted.” Tormod nods. “I've been keeping pace with Muarim so I think I'm om the right track.”
“There's space here if you want to stay for your training.” Oscar laughs as he comes into the dining room, trays in hand. He has to go back to the kitchen to get more. Oscar has always enjoyed feeding others, getting immense pleasure from seeing people enjoy his food. To see someone put on weight is a testament to his cooking.
“Really?” Tormod asks excitedly, almost like a puppy waiting for a meal.
Ike and Soren look to each other. “Sure.” Soren adds. “Just don't burn anything.”
“Yippee!” Tormod takes a look at the huge meal before him. It's for four people so of course it looks huge, but even then, it seems like so much. /I guess that's the power of a hero./ Tormod begins stuffing himself as soon as the others take their first bites. He has manners. It's delicious. The flavors are very different than what he's used to but he can't stop. His appetite is voracious, he keeps thinking about beating Sothe.
“Didn't realize you had such an appetite.” Ike laughs. His appetite is large too. Otherwise, he wouldn't be as fat as he is.
Tormod moans. “Everything's delicious, Oscar! Thank you so much!”
Decadent meals three times a day, and desserts galore makes a growing Tormod a happy boy.

A few months of constant eating at Ike's place and Tormod has grown a lot. He looks at himself in a mirror. His clothes strain terribly as his fat belly wobbles. He looks to his back side and his butt has grown significantly. His shorts look much smaller as they have much more to cover. He grabs his butt with his chubby fingers. It's very soft. He never thought feeling this way would be nice. His once slender legs have swollen into thick thighs and hefty calves. His hips have widened with fat, threatening to rips the shorts.
“I didn't think getting taller would make me feel so good.” He turns back to his belly. It tears at his clothes revealing bits of his fattened body. “I need to keep eating.”
His clothes respond by loosening, meaning they rip in multiple places. His pale freckled skin peeks through.
And, so he does, stuffing his face and overstaying his welcome at Ike's place.
One night at dinner, Ike walks to Tormod. “Hey, bud, I'm not one to judge, but you've gotten really big.” His hand rests on Tormod's bulging belly.
Tormod has gone from chubby twink to an obese boy in a matter of months, having grown much faster than Ike.
“Thanks for noticing. I need to be bigger than Sothe next time I see him.”
“Sothe? That twink? I think you're well on your way, kid.” Ike laughs. He slaps Tormod's ass, watching as it jiggles behind extremely strained pants. The slap causes them to rip down the middle, revealing Tormod's fat ass. “I'm sure he'll appreciate your effort. I'll go get you some of my clothes. They should fit you, if not maybe some of Gatries's old stuff.”
“Thanks, Ike.” Tormod stays in the kitchen as Oscar approaches with a cake.
“Eat up, Tormod. Couldn't help but overhear your desire to beat out Sothe in the size department. Rivalries like that can be fun. My siblings and I would have little competitions too.” He cuts a slice and feeds it to a willing boy. It was mostly a nice gesture but neither of them expected to like it so much. Oscar plays with Tormod's belly. “You really are big! I'm glad you enjoy my food so much.” Oscar gets a little excited and feeds Tormod more cake before he can even respond. This goes on until the cake is finished.
“Feels good, Oscar. Thank you.” Wanting to doze off, he bids Oscar adieu and returns to his room. He finds some new clothes set on his bed. He puts them aside before going to sleep.

Sometime during the night, a noise wakes Tormod up. He looks to find Oscar rolling a cart full of food into his room.
“If you want to get bigger, you must eat more.” Oscar says coolly.
Tormod is taken aback by the offer. Of course he wants to get bigger. To stuff himself even during the night, unheard of.
“Just sit up and I'll feed you. Just like that cake. I made another one.”
Lo and behold there is another cake on the cart, along with numerous meats and other dishes. “Where do you find the time?”
“Not much else to do.” Oscar brings a slice of cake to Tormod's mouth.
He eats it readily, anticipating the next bite and the next. As a feeder, Oscar is exceptional. One of his hands rubs over Tormod's massive gut, letting his fingers sink into the fat. It's a new feeling for both of them.
Tormod enjoys it but still thinks about Sothe, wanting to do this with him sometime. Tormod continues eating as he is fed.
“Good job. That's the last of it.” He pats Tormod's stuffed belly. “Let's do this again tomorrow night. We can stop whenever you like. I thoroughly enjoyed myself.”
“Oof, yeah, you stuffed me good. Thanks.” Tormod lies down, his gut sticking about a foot out. On a 5'6 frame (a frame he swears is much taller now), 320 pounds is a lot. He started his growth journey just shy of 130 pounds. Almost 200 pounds heavier in almost a year's time is astounding, like his body was meant to get fat. To Tormod though, it's not just fat, he's taller too, but no one has the heart to tell him.
In the morning, he puts on some of Ike's old clothes. The top only covers Tormod's chest, but it's good enough, he thinks. This is a sacrifice for growth. The pants take a while to climb his wide ass, but they manage to stay after tearing at the sides.
Tormod wobbles into the dining room. Recently, he'd spend the entire day in there eating. Not that that will change today either. The short walk brings him to huff and puff a little. Fortunately for his growing waistline, his bedroom is on the first floor.
He greets the three men. Ike and Oscar pat his butt and belly respectively. Soren passes by to sit beside Ike.
Breakfast is quickly served. Tormod chows down on his food. Able to hold a lot more in his belly. Even after his midnight meal, he's raring to keep eating. All to beat Sothe. Tormod's mind wanders to Sothe often. Sometimes staying on his pretty face or gorgeous body that he always show off. If he wasn't already drooling because of the food, thinking about Sothe's little waist would.
After another, give or take a few days a couple of overeating induced stupors, Tormod hits 350 pounds. Tormod's borrowed shirt rips between his chest showing off his soft, pliable skin. Not to mention the freckles all over. The pants had ripped down between his ass cheeks a while ago, but no one bothered to mention it. He may as well completely destroy that outfit than strain multiple.
He stumbles into the dining room for a final breakfast before he returns home. Although Tormod thinks himself capable as a taller man now, he still wants to get a carriage of some sort. He's been feeling lethargic lately without a clue why. So, as he stuffs his face one last time he asks his hosts to help him with a ride. If Tormod wasn't so fat, Oscar would've offered to use his horse, but that's far out of the question.
A carriage arrives not soon after Tormod fills himself to the brim. On his way out, Ike gives him a hug, reaching down to shake his butt one last time, and giving him a cloak.
“Instead of outgrowing your wardrobe, this'll help keep you covered.” Indeed true. Had Tormod gone out, everyone would have seen his freckled speck butt, belly and chest. Basically, leaving nothing to the imagination because of the small clothing and tears all around.
“Thank you.”
Oscar comes and shakes Tormod's gut. “Thanks for enjoying my cooking.”
“No problem. Let me know when you need someone to feed again.” Tormod laughs.
Soren waves him goodbye.
Tormod enters the carriage where a burly man sits on one of the soft seats while a beautiful twink sits beside him. Tibarn and Reyson.
“Wow, little guy. Looks like someone has gotten into the laguz milk.” Tibarn reaches over and fondles Tormod's belly.
“Hello, Tibarn and Reyson.” Tormod is happy to see them again. “Laguz milk?”
“Yeah, makes you real fat. Really good for pups. It's not an uncommon drink among laguz like your buddy Muarim.”
“I'm just trying to get better to beat Sothe.”
“I'm sure you already have.” Reyson adds.
“It won't be a satisfying victory unless I blow him out of the water.” Tormod touts himself.
Tibarn mindlessly plays with Tormod. “I suggest laguz milk then. You'll get big in no time.” He laughs.
“Got it.”
“Don't tease him. He seems serious.” Reyson scolds Tibarn.
“So am I.”
“Why are you taking a carriage? Can't you fly?”
“We were told we were taking precious cargo and heavy assets. Now I know why the letter was phrased that way.” Reyson looks down at Tormod's engorged body, shaking as Tibarn paws at it.
“That's sweet of them to say. And, thank you for coming to get me.”
“Don't mention it.”
“It was no issue. I wished to see you again.” Reyson adds.
The rest of the ride was fairly long, but as the three were chatting, the time felt too short. Tormod bids them adieu before returning to his home with Muarim.
Muarim gives Tormod a big hug, taking a bit longer to pick him up than before. With an additional 150 pounds since Muarim last saw Tormod, he wasn't expecting to lift up so much weight.
“Seems you've been growing a lot lately.”
“Really?” Tormod excitedly asks, thinking his fruits of labor are showing.
“Yes, you are much bigger. I'll need to increase our food stores to ensure you can keep up the good work.” He ruffles Tormod's hair.
“Thank you! Also, I have a question I talked with Reyson and Tibarn just now and they mentioned laguz milk as a way to get even bigger. I figured laguz produced milk like humans but I wonder how it's different. Is there any way to get some?” Tormod asks.
Muarim is shocked at such a question. “It shouldn't be too difficult to get if you really want some. Are you sure you want growth like that?”
“Yes, anything to get bigger. I can almost take victory. I get tired so easily now, so it must be all that eating training hitting me. I'm almost there. I can feel it.”
“Okay, I'll start bringing laguz milk in addition to expanding our food store tomorrow.” Muarim pats Tormod on the head.
“Yippee!”

The following morning Tormod woke up hungry, having gotten used to Oscar's midnight feedings. Fortunately his belly does have to wait long, Muarim enters their home with barrels of supplies. His muscles aren't just for show of course. Strapped across his hefty chest is a bag full of clinking bottles.
“Ohh! Looks like you've been working hard. Thanks!” Tormod says excitedly, helping Muarim move this to better fit the space.
“I'd do anything for you so this is no problem. I acquired the laguz milk. They are in ample supply so it should be easy to get more should you desire.”
Tormod opens the bag, spying a dozen glass bottles full of milk. It could be confused for regular milk. “Thanks! Never could've done this without you.”
“No problem. Dig in. I'll start on breakfast.” Muarim stretches his arm before going back outside to the fire place.
Tormod quickly pops a bottle open and chugs its contents. Gone as quickly as it came. He burps. “Wow! This stuff is great! Why haven't we ever used this before?”
“You're a beorc. I didn't know what effect laguz milk would have had on you. Though, now we know it will help you grow.”
“Can I drink all of it?” Tormod pops open a second bottle and chugs it.
“Do you think it wise? You'll grow but will it be too much.”
“Not enough, I say. I need to be as big as I can.” Tormod opens his third and drinks it down with ease. His stomach growls. He thinks nothing of it.
“Then, feel free. The neighbors said they would be able to provide quite a bit. They have a surplus.” Muarim goes back inside to see Tormod groaning and rubbing his swollen belly.
In the instant he got permission, he chugged down the delicious milk. It's much tastier than anything he's ever had before. It slides into his stomach with ease, but it bloats him like nothing else. His stomach is taut at the top. He rubs it as he lets out big burps.
“You are quite the impatient young lad.” Muarim laughs.
“It was too *burp* tasty. Couldn't stop. Even if I wanted to.” Tormod lies prone. “Could you bring me breakfast. I think if I eat that. I'll stop this bloating. One more thing. Muarim, do you think I'm taller than BWAAAURP Sothe yet?” Tormod relieves a lot of pressure from his gut with that burp.
Muarim laughs before he brings Tormod his much bigger breakfast. Especially after seeing him down a dozen bottles of laguz milk, the milk with the highest fat content of any mammal in Tellius. Muarim sets down a massive tray of cacti and deer with tortillas lightly fried in butter.
The lovely smell perks Tormod up. He starts to stuff himself despite his bloated belly. He's gotten used to being full like this, especially with Oscar's incessant need to feed. Tormod could handle just about anything at this point.
As he finished every last bite, he rubs his belly. “Muarim, could you wake me up for lunch. I think I need to sleep this off. All that eating just made me tired.” This was the last step on Tormod's slippery slope of weight gain. Had he tried to lose weight, it would have been doable, but now, napping after every meal, transforming his meals into fat almost instantly (not literally of course). Tormod is a fat and lazy mage bent on growing huge. There's not much that can stop him at this point, not that he'd want to.
So, the days and weeks went by where Tormod chugs laguz milk every day, napping immediately after and just generally sleeping many hours of the day after his meals, in return for not sleeping very long overnight. But that just gives him more time to eat.
Muarim has gotten accustomed to this schedule, waking up with Tormod to help him make a hefty meal. He feels proud that Tormod is so envigored to grow. It's given Muarim time to teach Tormod about many new things like laguz history and recipes.
Tormod just as well is happy to learn from Muarim.
Though, as he grows, Tormod's clothes finally burst off him. His chest burst out of his shirt, letting his chest wobble freely. His chest is much bigger than Muarim's, only being composed of fat though. His butt and hips rip through his pants, tearing the seams away. His underwear barely manages to stretch over the vast expanse of his freckly ass. But, that and his cloak are the only thing that fit him right now and with the way things are going. He might have to upgrade his cloak.
Now up to 440 pounds after sveral weeks of constantly drinking laguz milk.
“Tormod, you need new clothes. Although you may not be ashamed to walk around nude, as a beorc, you must wear clothes.” Muarim helps Tormod up.
“I know. I don't know where to get something that would fit me though.”
“Don't worry. Just come outside and have your lunch. I'll get you something.”
Tormod does as told, sitting by the fire is a tray of delicious looking food. So, Tormod of course digs in without regard. His daily laguz milk has long been swallowed down. Tormod eats greedily as he waits for Muarim to return.
Muarim returns with some clothes reminiscent of Tormod's old outfit, a mage shirt with a sort of frill scarf going down the center. With the help of Muarim, he manages to get both the shirt and shorts on. Even as big as the clothes are, they still manage to look small on Tormod. There's no hiding how fat he is. His love handles though covered are still visible behind his shirt and the roundness of his ass is very easy to see. As he sits down, his thighs spread so much that it looks like he'll rip through his clothes any second now.
“They're made from a stretchy material, so I was told. So these will be useful as you grow, Tormod.” Muarim reassures him.
“Thank you! Thank the goddess I was blessed to be around someone like you.” Tormod hugs Muarim, nearly knocking him over, and that's saying something considering Muarim is one of the beefiest tiger laguz ever.
Now able to reenter society, Tormod doesn't do that. His goal to get bigger doesn't require him to interact with too many people. Luckily Muarim continues to provide Tormod with everything he needs. So he grows bigger and fatter.
All that laguz milk causes Tormod to gain weight rapidly. Unfortunately for his new clothes, that means stretching. Despite being stretchy material, it can only go so far at containing such a fattened boy. The way laguz milk works is that it compounds on itself. It starts out as an immediate fattening liquid but the more one drinks the more one serving will do. For laguz this isn't a problem as they stop drinking the milk, only drinking it for festivities or other activities. Tormod being beorc and continuing to drink the milk is growing far faster and fatter than any laguz would. This information isn't readily available but Tormod is now enjoying the consequences of this.
Tormod is no less than 600 pounds of lard. It's hard to gauge without an industrial scale that doesn't exist in this world and with beorc never getting to such sizes before. Doing anything other than eating requires lots of energy and time. So, Tormod is often sedentary, focusing his time on eating or thinking of eating or thinking of Sothe. Muarim has been helpful all throughout, making sure Tormod eats enough, helping him up and down, and less frequently walking around. Today though, Muarim does just that. He walks beside Tormod, covered in a massive sheet for a cloak. Even with that, it's easy to see just how fat Tormod has become. His face is chubby and there's barely a neck to be seen under his chin or chins. His silhouette is huge.
“Thank you for -hah- helping, Muarim.” Tormod pants heavily.
“No need for thanks. I look forward to seeing you win this competition.” Muarim is always so reassuring. He helps Tormod into a carriage, practically having to lift the blob into it. This carriage is not driven by two attractive bird men, but other beorc. They don't say much, just a simple greeting as they make their way to Daein.
Knowing that having Tormod walk all over Daein would be difficult given his “wardrobe”, Muarim sent a letter to Sothe beforehand. Asking for directions to his abode and that the two wish to stay with him for a while. In Muarim's mind, he thinks at least long enough for Tormod to recover from such a long journey. In the letter as well, he warned Sothe of Tormod's new appetite, saying nothing of how fat he's become.
So, the two make their way to Daein. Like a baby needing to be pacified, whenever Tormod complains of hunger, Muarim pushes a bottle of laguz milk to tide him over. It works every time.
The two arrive to a modest home somewhere in Daein. Muarim helps Tormod down from the carriage. Tormod stomps to the door.

I never expected to see what I did when I opened the door. There was Tormod. He was a massive blob of fat, but he was Tormod. Red hair, freckles all over his body, and that bandana. It really is him. I bring him inside. Muarim standing behind him says something about visiting someone. I pay it little mind as I close the door and Tormod stands in my home.
“Tormod, you, uh, you've grown…” What else could I say?
“Ha… you noticed. I'm much -hah- taller than you now, aren't I?” Tormod struggles to stand, I can tell but he refuses to sit even when I lead him to a couch.
“That's not what I meant.” Taller? You are not taller just fat. Is that what this is about? Is this what he meant?
“Yeah, I'm -hah- taller than you now. I -hah- ate a lot…” Tormod almost loses himself at the mention of food.
He's fat because he wanted to grow taller? “What did you do?” I take his coat and set it onto a rack revealing just how bare he is.
The thing that qualified for his shirt has long ripped leaving only a shaul-type fabric going down his chest in two strips. His ches is massive. Two fat moobs resting on his gargantuan gut. His nipples are as pink as I remember whenever we would go swimming before this happened.
“I just ate lots… Got help from -hah- Ike and Oscar… drank lots of laguz milk…”
Laguz milk? What has he done to himself? What happened to that cute little twink. “Now… I'm taller than you.”
He's not but am I the reason for this morbid obesity? If I had never suggested he grow… maybe he wouldn't be so fat.
My eyes stray and spy his underwear ripping in many places, barely covering his wide ass. Though it's hard to see under his belly hanging to his knees, there's another pocket of fat around his crotch, still barely covered by his underwear. My hands move of their own accord, one on Tormod's expansive belly and one behind him, dettling between the rolls of fat on his back. I pretend to keep him steady.
Yeah… taller than me, Tormod.” I'll be fine to say this. He'll probably stop growing if I let him have this. I feel responsible somehow even though he's the one who's been eating so much.
“Haha, I'm glad you conceded.” Tormod pulls Sothe closer to avoid falling over.
Sothe grabs Tormod tightly trying to avoid falling over himself. “I know a losing battle when I see one.”
“I need food, Sothe.”
“I'm sure you do. Muarim told me about your appetite beforehand. Plus, you must be hungry from your journey.” Sothe walks beside Tormod as he leads him into the dining room. Fortunately there is a chair big enough to hold Tormod. It's a hollowed out stump for a tree that fell a few years ago. Rather than leave its roots to fuel an empty tree, they were dredged up to be used as compost and the stump as a seat. Sothe never thought he'd see the day when this stump would show off its strength.
“Thanks, Sothe. Growing takes a lot of work but now that I beat you -oof- I think I'm satisfied.” Tormod takes his seat and his whole body wobbles. Sothe can't help but watch the show.
“Tormod, will you marry me?” The words come out of my mouth but I barely know what I'm saying.
“Who knew you could joke like that?” He laughs a hearty laugh. His body wobbles as he does. Does he know he's this fat?
“I feel responsible for this.” I grab one of his breasts, squishing it between my fingers and playing with the large nipple.
“Of course you're not kidding… to think I'd see the day the Sothe made a joke.”
I stand behind him reaching around to play with his chest. I couldn't reach all the way around even if I tried but I think that thought is more alluring than not. “You grew because you wanted to beat me, so…” Will this work? “...as a reward, I want to take care of you.”
“That's what you meant by marry then sure. If you're always this touchy feely and eager to cook, then I think it'll be fun.”
He's so soft. I want to eat him…or bite him at least. I wonder which places he'll let me touch. “Yes, the cooking. I tried my best to make something based on my expectations but it may not be enough.”
Tormod reaches a hand to my thin waist, holding me close then pressing a kiss onto my belly. It's sort of exhilarating.
“Haha, you really do want to get married, huh?” I truly wasn't expecting him to say that. I can't really remember what happens but I think I just watch him eat for a while. He'll shut up when he's eating so I don't have to respond either. This is nice.

That night, Tormod and I lie together on my bed. When I was living alone, it was more than enough to fit me, but now with a massive boy beside me, I feel like I'm going to fall off any second.
“You're sweet to let me join you like this instead of throwing me to another room.” He pulls me closer into him. He's soft all around and my hands can't help but reach as far around as possible and grab as much as possible. Getting a little closer like this makes it easier to fit. I have a face full of tits and a handful of fat. Just yesterday, I sleeping alone.
“Anyone with half a mind would have.” With him here, I think I only have half a mind. The other half is crazed, thinking about touching Tormod all over.
“You should show me around Daein… I need new clothes though. I didn't get to see much of this place before, just passing through.” His voice is a little sour, but he perks up again. “It's nice to see you again.”
“Sure is.” Why am I pulling this accent? How embarrassing?
Tormod doesn't respond. He's asleep. So quickly. He's surprisingly serene as he sleeps. I nudge myself deeper into his fat, squeezing him with some might before loosening my grip. I just want to keep squeezing him. What am I doing? Can't be that bad. I look forward to this.