Arro and Rangavar haven't had to work in a few weeks, giving them plenty of time to relax. They also spend plenty of time eating, which ends up taking a toll on them both...


These characters are based on another story, Kill, Marry, Fuck
Wrote this short story for fun

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Rangavar toweled off as he stepped out of the shower. Throwing it on the floor, he went to the small mirror over the sink to pat down the fur standing up on his wings. He didn’t leave until felt presentable.

He climbed the stairs only to see Arro still hanging out in bed while rapidly scarfing down a box of muffins. They’d been buying more and more of them as they tried to find an amount that would leave leftovers. What Rangavar had begun doing on his own was hiding a few containers where Arro wouldn’t find them right away, so that he couldn’t eat them all at once. He wasn’t sure if it were actually helping him, though, or making things worse by causing the fat dragon to buy even more snacks when he thought they’d run out.

Rangavar grimaced. He was also technically ‘helping’ him when Arro would pin the smaller dragon and push massive quantities of food down his throat until he was uncomfortably full. Arro obviously couldn’t eat what Rangavar already had, and it was happening more often, especially as the fat dragon found it hilarious every time.

Even so, Rangavar knew was slightly luckier than Arro; unlike the fat Faerian, Rangavar’s species, Darkals, converted excess energy into magic. It took a lot of eating for the influx of calories to be a higher amount than the amount of magic they could produce, so the species tended to be slender.

Rangavar rubbed his middle self-consciously as he sat down on the edge of the bed. He knew that lately, he’d been putting quite a few more calories than he could expel. A swell of chub had begun to protrude from his middle. He had given up on telling himself he were just bloated with food; the bump definitely wasn’t just food anymore, refusing to go away after each meal. He put his paw under the little bulge, and his inquisitive fingers found only soft adipose.

Arro was sprawled on the bed. He stretched out his arm, his own mountainous belly heaving with the motion. “Wanna muffin?” he asked, around a mouthful of muffin.

Rangavar gave him a knowing smile at the sight of the little crumbs all over Arro’s cheeks. “If you get that all over the bed, it’s your turn to wash the sheets.”

Arro stretched his paw out further. “Come on then, help me eat it.”

Rangavar rolled his eyes and took the muffin. As he took a bite, Arro finally began to sit up. “I’ve eaten more of these than I can count this morning,” he admitted. He was holding his huge round belly sheepishly, his chubby arms not quite able to reach all the way around its widest part, and the fat on his sides rolling into thick love handles that sat above his hips.

Rangavar finished the fattening treat. “We should probably slow down, you know.” He eyed Arro’s round, squishy gut. Despite being tall, the bulging fat absolutely dominated Arro’s figure. “We’ve been eating more than usual, lately.”

Arro wrinkled his nose. “Since we haven’t had to work in a few weeks, it’s been nice to just enjoy it like a mini vacation.”

That was true. They hadn’t even had to go anywhere, just ordering food delivery online, playing video games on the couch, and ‘playing’ in the bedroom. And eating. Lots and lots of eating.

Arro had always been massively fat, but he had definitely packed on extra weight these past few weeks. Rangavar grinned. “Will you even be able to fit into your clothes tonight for that restaurant we’re going to?” They’d decided to finally venture out of the house for a fun night out, but restaurants required clothes, and he and Arro hadn’t had to wear any in a while now.

Arro suddenly leaned over with a mischievous grin of his own. “Speak for yourself, tubby.” He grabbed one of Rangavar’s love handles and squeezed.

Rangavar yelped and scrambled back. He wrapped his arms around his middle. He wasn’t even sure when he’d developed love handles, obviously the result of Arro stuffing him time and time again. They were small, but they were there. Lying on his back, he glanced down at the little gut that had formed.

Arro was eyeing him with amusement. “It’s actually really cool, you know. Proving that Darkals can get fat. You should get an award.”

Rangavar made a face and sat up. “This,” he pointed at the tiny belly, “is because you keep stuffing me with food.”

“Ah, yes, it must be someone else’s fault.” Arro playfully rolled his eyes.

Rangavar hopped off the bed. He felt a bit self-conscious as his belly jiggled slightly with the motion. He held up his claws, the muffin residue still clinging. “I’m going to go wash my paws,” he said, although he knew it wasn’t entirely true. Ducking into the shower room, he shut the door and went to the full length mirror.

Normally, Rangavar passed by the steamed, full-length mirror in favor the smaller one near the door, usually the only one clear enough to finish his morning routine. The smaller mirror was the right height to see his face, the top of his shoulders, and his wings. He’d been well aware of how much food he’d been putting away, and the fact that the small mirror was lying by admission. Now that the room had been empty a short while, though, the larger mirror was no longer fogged up from the shower.

He clutched the small paunch that had started to form on his middle. The dragon staring back had a slight spare tire, wrapping around his front to become little chubby love handles on the sides. He knew he’d gained weight, and hadn’t exactly been expecting to see a thin dragon in the mirror, but he did have to admit that it was maybe a little more than he’d expected.

He turned a bit. From the side, it was clearly the beginning of a soft potbelly that curved off his front. He tried to suck in a bit, but it wouldn’t go away. Even though it wasn’t large, it was a bit past that point.

He turned away from the mirror to see Arro smirking at him from the doorway. Rangavar been so absorbed in himself that he hadn’t even heard him come down the stairs, which was actually amazing given Arro’s formidable weight.

Sighing, Rangavar went to push past the huge dragon, but Arro wrapped an arm around him to stop him. As he pulled Rangavar up against his own protruding gut, he wrapped his arm around the Darkal’s waist so that his paw rested on Rangavar’s much smaller belly. The smaller dragon squirmed when Arro squeezed his belly and his fingers sank into the pudge.

Rangavar halfheartedly tried to pull away. He knew the other dragon was stronger, and wasn’t about to let go. Still, he pulled against the grip on his roll of chub, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment as he realized Arro could hold him by his grip on the pudge alone if he wanted.

“Just when I thought you couldn’t get any cuter.” Arro leaned down and kissed the top of his head.

Rangavar gave up, just sinking into Arro’s flabby side. “Don’t even pretend like this wasn’t on purpose.”

“I never intended to deny it.” He kissed the top of Rangavar’s head again, on the side this time.

Rangavar flattened his ears and turned his head away. He crossed his arms over his chest, over Arro’s paw that was still clutching his tum. “Why are you like this?”

He tilted his head away farther as Arro moved to kissing his neck. “We’ve been enjoying the past few weeks. And anyway, it’s sort of fun to see you let go.”

He squeezed the chub again and Rangavar rolled his eyes. “Well, I should stop now. I need to get back into shape before we go back to work.”

Arro sighed. “‘Have to’ is a very relative term in this case.”

“There’s nothing ‘relative’ about it, Arro. I’m getting fat.”

Arro raised his brows. “Oh, is there a problem with being fat?”

“What? No.” Rangavar blushed. “I just don’t want to be.”

The other dragon gently moved his paw to beneath Rangavar’s roll of pudge, lifting it slightly and pinching it. Rangavar blushed as he tried to squirm away.

Arro leaned his snout next to Rangavar’s ear. “I don’t want to be either, but sometimes we just have to accept the cards that are dealt to us,” he sighed dramatically.

Rangavar squirmed again, and the large dragon finally released him. “Arro! You know what I meant. Also, you know this is different.”

Arro snorted. He eyed the smaller dragon up and down. “Well, you should probably finish up your pity party, because we still need to get to that restaurant.”

“It’s not a ‘pity party’,” Rangavar made air quotes as he followed the Faerian dragon up the stairs.

They didn’t talk as they pulled their clothes out of their respective drawers. Arro lifted out his huge shirt and pants, staring at them thoughtfully. Rangavar pulled out some of his own clothes, and frowned. As a thin dragon, they’d already been form-fitting.

“You gonna be okay over there, buddy?” Rangavar turned to see Arro grinning at him. “Or should I just say ‘tubby’ from now on?”

The Darkal turned away so that Arro couldn’t see him blush. “Funny. You should start a new job as a comedian.” Rangavar opened his pants and shook them out; the moment of truth.

He was pleasantly surprised as they went up over his thighs. Of course, the struggle he’d been expecting appeared immediately after. Most of his weight was bunched around his waistline and belly, where he’d been stretching it to full capacity at Arro’s whim. He shimmied back and forth, his tail slipping through well enough, but the pants halted under the small paunch, refusing to stretch around his chubby gut.

He jumped at the sound of Arro’s roaring laughter behind him. He turned to glare at the other dragon, not having realized he was being watched.

Arro had sat down on the other side of the bed, but was shaking with laughter, his own rolls jiggling with the motion. He wiped a tear from his eye. “I’ve been waiting to see that happen.”

Rangavar rolled his eyes, still stuck halfway through his pants.

“Do you need some help?” Not waiting for an answer, Arro got up anyway. He grinned mischievously. “I’m going to admit I’m enjoying this.”

“I bet you are.” Rangavar sat down on his own side of the bed in defeat.

Arro came around to survey the damage. “Hmm, I think I see the problem.” He put a paw on his chin. “There’s something in the way of pulling up your pants.”

Rangavar groaned and flopped backwards onto the bed. “Are you here to help, or to gloat. Yeah, I’ve gotten fat, and I already know you’re amused by it.”

Arro leaned forward, his more massive overhanging belly brushing Rangavar’s knees. He put his paws around the smaller dragon’s hips where the pants were caught. He put his face over Rangavar’s, forcing Rangavar to look at him. “Of course I’ll help. I’d never pass up a chance to put my paws on your fat butt.”

Rangavar’s blush returned. He looked away.

Arro giggled and tugged at the pants. As expected, they didn’t go up any farther. He tugged a few more times. It made Rangavar’s chub shake. The smaller dragon looked elsewhere in the room uncomfortably.

Eventually, as promised, Arro gently slid his paws around the sides of the other dragons hips until he could pinch Rangavar’s ass. “I’ve discovered the problem.”

They were both giggling as Rangavar tried to push him off.

“You’re supposed to suck in.”

“I am sucking in,” Rangavar grunted.

Arro finally leaned back. “I think you’ve surpassed this pants size since the start of our vacation.”

Rangavar grimaced. “I could try other pants.”

“Are they all the same size?”

“Well, yes, but… maybe some of them can stretch..?”

Arro eyed the pants thoughtfully. “Although I’m sure they’d put up a valiant effort, I think you’ve also surpassed finding pants this size that can ‘stretch’ quite far enough.”

Rangavar sat up and groaned. “I can’t believe I let this happen.” He shot Arro a glare. “I can’t believe YOU let this happen.”

The other dragon widened his eyes innocently. “Oh, so I’m responsible for all your decisions now?”

Rangavar playfully punched him. “You know damn well your part in this one.”

The larger dragon sat down on the bed beside him, the mattress buckling under his more significant weight. “I was kind of wondering when you’d stop or slow down. You just keep eating, though.”

“Most of the time, you’re forcing me to,” Rangavar pointed out.

Arro leaned over and snuck a kiss on his cheek. “I think we should cancel our dinner plans.”

“You know I’ll genuinely feel bad if you do that.”

“Oh, it’s not just you,” Arro assured him. He put a paw on his own huge ball of lard and grimaced. “There’s just no way in hell I’ll fit into my own pants right now either.”

The smaller dragon snorted. “Serves you right.”

Arro grabbed the bottom of Rangavar’s pants and started to wriggle them off. He and Rangavar locked eyes. “Usually when I’m taking off your pants, it’s for very different reasons.”

Rangavar was still lying breathless on the bed from the exertion, letting him. “If we’re not going to dinner, we could always pursue those reasons,” he suggested.

Having pulled off the pants, Arro dropped them on the floor and leaned back over him. “Tempting.” He put a paw on his chin. “I think I have a better idea, though.”

Rangavar pushed himself up on the bed and scooted back, his legs finally free of the pants. “Oh?”

Careful not to rock the bed too much, Arro slowly lifted his heavy frame up next to the smaller dragon. He leaned over to grab some of the muffin boxes from his side of the bed. Rangavar had actually assumed they were empty, but wasn’t all too surprised to see that many of them were still full. They had quite the surplus stored around the house.

Arro held up the box and shook it slightly. “Dinner plans.”

Rangavar sighed. “Yeah. I’m sorry it couldn’t be special, though.”

“Who said it couldn’t be special?” Arro scoffed. “We can make it special.” He leaned over the Darkal, his belly pressing down on the smaller dragon as he leaned over and kissed him. He leaned one arm past Rangavar’s head, resting his heavy palm against the headboard behind the smaller dragon as he leaned in.

Rangavar certainly wasn’t complaining. He reached up to grab Arro’s pudgy cheeks and pull his face closer. Arro gently took one of Rangavar’s paws, stretching his arm away over his head, as he used his other to press the smaller dragon further into the puffy bed. Arro kissed him softly. Rangavar growled happily, until he suddenly heard a click and felt a pressure around his wrist. He jerked his head away to glance up, realizing that Arro had cuffed him to the bed. The cuffs were always there, usually tucked hidden behind the headboard, but always at the ready. He tugged on it. “Arro!”

Arro leaned back and laughed. “I can’t believe you fell for that.”

Rangavar tried to move himself away with his free arm. He looked up at Arro. “The kiss was a lie?”

“The kiss was very real,” Arro assured him, coming back down for another.

As his lips brushed Rangavar’s, the smaller dragon felt Arro trying to grapple with the other cuff attached to the bed. Aware of his plan this time, Rangavar tried twisting to hide his free arm, although his mobility was limited by the paw already trapped.

Easily overpowering him, Arro gently teased out his arm and wrestled it into the cuff. Rangavar squirmed knowing it would do nothing. He stared up at Arro expectantly.

The Faerian kneeled over him, his belly resting heavily on Rangavar’s legs, essentially pinning him so Rangavar couldn’t kick him off. The smaller dragon eagerly awaited what Arro would do next, but for now, Arro only grinned down at him and rested his paws on Rangavar’s soft belly. It was still weird for Rangavar to feel a layer of pudge there.

“You still don’t even qualify as truly chubby, you know,” Arro reassured him, as if reading his thoughts. Before Rangavar could formulate a reply, Arro suddenly reached off to the side for a muffin box. Now, he grinned evilly. “I can fix that.”

“What? Arro, no.” Rangavar scowled.

Arro glanced back at him innocently. “Weren’t we just talking about dinner?”

“You know damn well this isn’t the same thing as having dinner.”

“You’re right, we wanted special dinner.” Arro leaned down and kissed his head. Rangavar tried to turn away, but his arms were still stretched over his head. Arro’s lips were soft as he pecked him next to the small, straight horn in the center of his forehead.

Next, he came at him with a muffin.

Rangavar tried to jerk away, his paws straining against the restraints, and his lower half trying to struggle out from under Arro’s belly. The large dragon was stronger, though, turning Rangavar’s head back. They locked eyes. “You know you can’t fight this. Yet you do the same thing every time.”

When Rangavar opened his mouth to answer, that’s when Arro pushed in the fattening pastry. Arro caressed both sides of his face as he fought to swallow. Immediately, the other dragon was grabbing for another and hurrying it towards Rangavar’s mouth.

Rangavar reluctantly let him shove the second greasy baked good inside. Arro was right, this did always go the same way. The fat Faerian was far stronger.

As he chewed the second pastry, Arro began to run his paws over Rangavar’s belly. He normally did that too, although the Darkal was increasingly self-conscious about the squishy layer of pudge sitting on his gut. Arro rubbed one of his big knuckles into it, and Rangavar could see the way the fat squished around it. It felt different, too, the forming potbelly being a soft buffer.

Hurriedly swallowing the rest of the muffin, he gasped, “Arro, this isn’t helping the problem!”

“Problem?” The other dragon scoffed. He leaned one of his thick paws on Rangavar’s slightly protruding tum. “Since when was this a problem?”

“You know exactly what—” Rangavar was forced to stop and accept another muffin into his mouth. It was harder to swallow this one. He was already full. But that’s how it always went; they wouldn’t stop until Arro was done, regardless of Rangavar’s appetite. He panted as he waited for more.

Arro continued to massage his belly with one paw while feeding Rangavar a muffin with the other. “You know it’s actually even cuter when you glare at me the whole time.”

He couldn’t formulate a response before another muffin was headed his way. He wondered how many were in the box. It looked like it probably fit six, and he wasn’t sure how many Arro had eaten beforehand.

As if on cue, Arro suddenly discarded the box. To Rangavar’s dismay, he pulled out another. Lately, Arro had been able to force a whole box down Rangavar occasionally, but the idea of two boxes made his stomach churn.

“Those aren’t all for me,” said Rangavar matter-of-factly.

Arro pinched his cheek. “What a silly thing to lie about.”

Rangavar squirmed and continued to glare at him.

He slowly opened the box. “You know, your body gets rid of calories so quickly, it’s really hard to pack in enough to keep on some weight.” He held another muffin in front of the Darkal’s nose. “You need to eat up.”

Despite knowing its futility, Rangavar put up another fight as Arro grabbed his chin and stuffed the muffin into his mouth. Rangavar cast a glance down at his gut. It was distended, but now genuinely with food as Arro continued to stuff him. It was more food than usual. His belly was straining uncomfortably.

Noticing his discomfort, Arro began to gently rub the swollen mound. “Wouldn’t it be exciting if your stomach looked like this all the time?”

Rangavar groaned, still in a bit of pain. “No,” he croaked out.

“Hmm, that’s not a good attitude,” Arro teased. He moved his paw, caressing its way down Rangavar’s side. The Darkal yelped as Arro suddenly gave his side a rough pinch. Rangavar yanked on the chains, doing anything possible to scramble away.

Arro took the opportunity to wrap his paws around both sides of the roll and give it a little shake. “I don’t know how to tell you this,” he said with fake dismay. “Rangavar, I—” he pinched one of the love handles again, “—I think you might be getting FAT.”

The other dragon growled a bit.

“Don’t worry, I have just the thing!” Arro reached for another muffin. He slowly pushed it past Rangavar’s teeth.

He chewed and swallowed automatically. His stomach hurt even more. He’d stopped squirming as much, focusing on breathing and ignoring the pain. He reluctantly realized that over the past few weeks, Arro had essentially trained him for this.

Arro laid a gentle paw on Rangavar’s gut again and began kneading the chub soothingly. He used the pause as a chance to lean down and kiss him. Rangavar started out just letting him, but then willingly leaned in. His heart was racing. He felt Arro’s heart racing. This was right.

Arro grinned down at him as he leaned back. “I love you.”

Rangavar fought for his breath back. “I love you too.”

The larger dragon picked up another muffin.

Rangavar craned his neck to see. He scowled. “Arr—”

He was cut off as another muffin went into his mouth. Arro leaned back down. “I love you so much,” he whispered.

“Oh fuck off,” Rangavar growled around a mouthful of crumbs.

Arro giggled.

Rangavar panted uncomfortably as Arro tried to stuff yet another muffin down. Unfortunately, Arro’s fun came to an end when Rangavar genuinely started to gag on the rest of what was in his throat. Arro tsked, but just resumed petting Rangavar’s bloated tum. “Someday, you’ll be able to fit even more,” he promised.

Rangavar rolled his eyes.

Even though his stomach hurt, Arro’s paws on his body felt good. His stomach was more full than ever, pushed higher into the air from Arro’s latest stuffing. He could glance down at himself and see his distended middle arching over him.

Arro noticed, and patted the swollen belly. “You’re my favorite fat little Darkal.”

Rangavar blushed. He wanted to promise that it wouldn’t for long, but was afraid Arro would start pushing more food down his throat.

Instead, he raised his brows and asked, “Do you have other fat Darkals I don’t know about?”

Arro leaned down over him and kissed him. He pinched Rangavar’s cheek. “I only need this one.” Rangavar jumped as he gave his little love handles another squeeze.

“Let me up,” Rangavar demanded.

“No,” replied Arro.

Rangavar already knew he was going to say that, and knew that Arro knew that he knew. It was more a formality than a real request.
Arro continued to rub his swollen belly. “I could just let you wait here until you’re hungry enough to eat more. Why go through the trouble of catching and pinning you down all over again?”

Rangavar rolled his eyes. “You can’t keep me here forever.”

“I could genuinely keep you here until you have to go back to work.”

Rangavar paused. Technically, that was true. But Arro wouldn’t dare. Right? Sometimes it was hard to tell what Arro would or wouldn’t do to him if he were having fun.

Arro snorted. “Shit, I’m not actually going to leave you here. The look on your face.” Arro leaned over and started to unlock the cuffs. When he’d freed the much smaller dragon, he pulled Rangavar up and pulled him in for a hug. Well, as best he could; his own massive belly made reaching difficult. He was an entire mountain of fat, his rolls pooling all around him. Rangavar thought it was really cute, actually. He loved the fuck out of that dragon.

They lay for a while, snuggling. Arro was on his back, letting Rangavar curl up at his side—as close as he could get, at least, due to Arro’s huge belly taking up the majority of the mattress.

At one point, once Rangavar’s stuffed belly had begun to settle, he pushed himself up to his knees on the bed and reached across Arro towards the headboard. The huge dragon continued to laze, comforted by the feeling of Rangavar’s warm paw holding his, until he heard a click and felt metal tighten around his wrist. Rangavar’s face appeared over his. The smaller dragon grinned. “Your turn.”