Arro has always been overweight, but he wishes Rangavar knew what it was like to be fat. Fortunately, he has a plan...

This story is based on my characters ArroXRangavar and is not canon

I wrote this a long time ago but never uploaded it because it's more of an outline, rather than a fleshed out (heh) story. Maybe someday I'll revisit it and add stuff. In the meantime, it's been a fun little writing project. Since the time between my uploads has grown while pouring my all into commissions lately, I'm uploading it as a treat :P

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Rangavar stood outside the shower room door, afraid to interrupt. He could sense Arro standing in front of the mirror again. Being upset again.

He went back and forth on it a few minutes before finally deciding to knock. “Arro?”

He heard the other dragon sigh.

“Can I come in?”

“If you have to,” said Arro, his tone tired and defeated.

The smaller dragon slowly and carefully pushed open the door.

Arro was staring at himself in their massive floor-length mirror. He had a chubby arm wrapped around his ample midsection on either side, although his belly was too large to reach all the way around. The massive gut bulged out ahead of him, drooping under the weight of several more rolls, all of them also gathering on his sides in a pudgy array until they ended at his fattest set of love handles, which overhung his wide, fat hips. His tree-truck legs were muscular beneath their fat-coated surface, enough to carry around his weight, but were spread apart slightly by the bulging adipose on each thigh.

He finally turned to Rangavar. “What?”

Rangavar stood there awkwardly. “You seemed sad, so I wanted to check on you.”

Arro sighed and put his head in one paw.

The much smaller dragon went to stand beside him. Since they’d sized up the mirror to be huge enough for the entirety of Arro’s reflection, they could stand next to each other and look. Rangavar’s short stature and slender frame seemed dwarfed by the fat Faerian dragon.

Rangavar got the sense that seeing them next to each other was actually just making him feel worse. “Is there a way I can help?”

“Tape my mouth shut and never let me eat again,” Arro grunted.

Rangavar reached out to put his arm around Arro’s waist. It couldn’t even come close, of course, his paw ending up resting somewhere on Arro’s pudgy back, but the sentiment was there.

They were silent a moment as they gazed at each other in the mirror.

“You’re so lucky,” Arro finally said. “Faerians just collect weight. Darkals just burn it off as magic, constantly, so you never get fat.”

Rangavar leaned his head into Arro’s soft chest. “Technically, that’s not true. If I were to eat significantly more calories than my body is using to create magic, I’d obviously get at least slightly fat.” He waved a paw dismissively. “Just like it works for all creatures, you know?”

“Heh.” Arro grimaced. “I’d like to see you prove that.”

Rangavar snorted. “What, that Darkals can get fat? You told me you saw a fat Darkal on TV one time.”

The larger dragon wrapped an arm around Rangavar’s waist, pushing his paw against Rangavar’s flat stomach. “I’d like to see you try and blow this scrawny one up.”

Rangavar made a face. “I’m not ‘scrawny’.”

“Hmm…” Arro moved his paw down to Rangavar’s hip bones. He leaned towards him, and towards the top of Rangavar’s head, he whispered, “I don’t need magic to sense that you’re lying.”

Rangavar snorted. “Okay, whatever.”

They eventually left the bathroom, Rangavar leading the way. Arro started thinking though, watching the other dragon’s lean back. The Darkal barely ate anything, ever. What would happen if he… did?

Trying to be discreet, Arro ordered a huge amount of pizza later that night. It was Rangavar’s favorite. Normally, the other dragon squeezed down one or two slices—maybe more if Arro encouraged him. He found himself wondering how far that encouragement could really go if he devoted himself to it.

When the pizza came later, Arro was quick to open one of the boxes after setting them on the counter. Sure enough, as the aroma wafted through the air, Rangavar was slowly drawn downstairs by the scent.

Arro turned to him casually. “Want some?”

“Oh, sure.” Rangavar happily took a slice.

Although he hid it, Arro felt incredibly pleased how eagerly his smaller companion accepted the meal. As Rangavar finished up, Arro pushed the box towards him so he could take another slice. The Darkal got down a second without much thought.

When he was done, Arro pushed forwards the box again.

“Oh, it’s okay, I’m full.” Rangavar waved it away.

Arro rolled his eyes. “Please eat some more. If you don’t you know I’ll just end up eating it all anyway.”

Rangavar wrinkled his snout. “Why’d you order so much?”

“I know you like it,” Arro said carefully, so that the Darkal’s powers wouldn’t detect any lies. It was a true statement. Rangavar did like pizza.

Staring down at the next slice, Rangavar seemed undecided. “I mean, I guess.” He slowly reached down and took an extra slice. “I guess if it’ll help you out, so you don’t eat as much.” He knew Arro was always trying to diet. ‘Trying’ being the key word. But Rangavar was always willing to be supportive.

“Thanks.” Arro, eyed the slice as the smaller dragon put it in his mouth. Sure, Rangavar eating tons of pizza would help him eat less, since there would be less to eat; but perhaps Rangavar could help him in more ways than one.

The smaller dragon finished that slice. Arro encouraged him to take another.

“No way.”

“Please? I don’t want to accidentally binge tonight,” said Arro sheepishly, and meant it honestly enough to slide under the radar again.

With an incredulous look on his face, Rangavar more firmly said, “I can’t.”

“I bet you could.”

“I’m full.”

“You could if you tried.”

“I doubt that.”

Arro grabbed ahold of the next slice of pizza in one paw and Rangavar’s arm in the other. The Darkal tugged to get away, but Arro just grinned. He was significantly stronger than the smaller dragon, and they both knew it.

“Only one way to find out.”


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The next day, as he started his shift, Rangavar had more trouble pulling up his work pants than usual. He wasn’t surprised; after last night’s stuffing, he felt bloated, his flat tum distended a bit. This actually wasn’t the first time, since every now and then, Arro found it funny to shovel endless food into his mouth under the guise of ‘helping him out’. Rangavar supposed he should have known another such session was coming soon, since it had been a while since the last.

He just hauled the flaps of the pants harder, sucking in as best he could and pushing the button through. No big deal. He was always done digesting it by the end of the day.


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To Arro’s delight, as the week turned into two, then three, the stuffings started to become a nightly activity. Rangavar was always reluctant at first, but either he and Arro ended up wrestling each other as Arro shoved the calories into his mouth, or Rangavar willingly caved because he wanted to make Arro happy.

And Arro was happy.

Rangavar was usually bloated in the morning and slimmed down throughout the day as his body quickly spun the excess of energy out of his system, but after a week or two, Arro noticed that a slight bulge of Rangavar’s flat stomach was beginning to remain all day. The small band of actual pudge was barely noticeable, and growing gradually enough that Rangavar hadn’t seemed to notice, so Arro continued to not say anything.

The smaller dragon had also grown more and more accustomed to his feedings; he didn’t put up as much of a fight, usually realizing that Arro would get what he wanted, and would just give in. All in good fun, of course; Arro knew that Rangavar never spent a single second feeling uncomfortable around him, and the smaller dragon knew that Arro would never hurt him.

Should he trust Arro, though? Absolutely not.

The significantly fatter dragon intended to completely alter his figure, happily imagining the look on Rangavar’s face when he looked in the mirror one day and realized just how plump he’d gotten. Arro was excited to tease him about it. Maybe it wasn’t completely fair, since Rangavar had never actually teased Arro about his weight—quite the opposite—but Rangavar didn’t understand what it was like to be fat. Arro decided it would be fun to show him. He would relate soon enough.


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Rangavar fought with the pants, realizing he’d need to go up a size. He’d already gone up a size just a few weeks ago—now, another so soon?
He looked down at the tiny layer of pudge that had begun to form on his belly. He knew it was Arro’s fault; he knew why the fat Faerian pinned him down and stuffed him every night, and he’d caught Arro admiring him multiple times when he thought the Darkal wasn’t looking.

Rangavar knew. He wasn’t stupid.

Sucking in deeply, Rangavar finally forced the pants to close. They dug into the thickening chub, making it bulge over the tight waistband slightly. Yup. He’d need another size. He pulled on his belt next, letting it sit a notch farther towards the end than usual. It was time to stop fighting with that, too, accepting that the correct hole had moved once again.

When he got home, he went into the shower room to check out the damage of his nightly feedings. He stared at his body head-on, although nothing much seemed out of place. Maybe his hips were wider? He wasn’t sure. When he turned to the side, though, he could see where the weight was really gathering.

Instead of his stomach curving inwards, or even being flat, a defined pocket of fat was beginning to form. It wasn’t thick enough to hold in his paw or anything; Rangavar tried to pinch it, and was able to capture maybe the barest amount between his claws if he slouched so that it pushed out. Still, it was definitely there.

The weight centered in his middle was clearly the result of his stomach being stretched, night after night, as tons of fatty foods were shoved down his throat. Each time seemed like even more than the last, clearly intentional training on Arro’s part to make him able to expand his appetite. And his waistline.

When he opened the door a while later, the scent of pizza hit his nostrils. He knew that Arro knew that as far as unhealthy food went, it was his favorite. Well. He had a feeling it was time for his next feeding.


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Eventually, Arro noticed that he, too, was suffering from their massive meals. Getting Rangavar to eat more, included eating more himself. He supposed it was karma.

He grimaced at his reflection, noting that his fat body seemed heavier every day. More rolls sprang up occasionally as new pockets of fat fought for real-estate on his expanding form. It was way harder to tell on an already-fat body than a thin one, but he noticed the way that he bumped into more things, or had more trouble putting on his clothes at work. He’d be really embarrassed if he needed a new custom size uniform.

He couldn’t let it come to that.

I just need to keep pumping as much food as possible into Rangavar. Arro didn’t have to eat all the leftovers. At least, that’s what he kept telling himself while eating all the leftovers.

At least his plan was working. Rangavar still didn’t seem overly concerned, but was definitely developing the small hint of a potbelly by now. His thighs looked a bit thicker, too. Every now and then, as the cute Darkal walked by, Arro was tempted to reach out and squeeze, but knew the game would be up. Rangavar would get an immediate wakeup call to the fact that he was gaining weight, and the fun would be over.

For now, Arro could only watch with silent excitement as the smaller dragon downed greater quantities of food at night, his waistline slowly—oh so slowly— expanding as he packed on the pounds. He wished he could observe him at work, undoubtedly struggling to fit into his tight pants by now, but he’d have to be patient. He’d get to see the Darkal realizing his weight gain soon enough.


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Rangavar turned back and forth in the mirror. His thighs had gotten thicker—maybe his arms, too? That was harder to tell. And his face was naturally angular, perhaps the reason his jaw still seemed relatively sharp. The true area of interest, he noted, was in the center of it all.

He grabbed at the layer of pudge on his middle, noting how soft and squishy it was. He was used to leaning into Arro’s soft belly, the warmth enveloping Rangavar’s leaner form, but the pudge felt weird sitting on his own body.

The bulge was definitely real adipose, and thick enough that he could now pinch it. It turned into love handles at his sides, a regular spare tire wrapping around his middle. Whenever he put on his pants or belt at work now, a soft muffin top was beginning to jut over them, just a little. He’d had to go up a jacket size too, as it rode up over the soft swell of fat on his belly.

However unwilling it was, Rangavar smirked a bit to know what Arro thought of it, too: The other dragon was constantly eyeing him, his heartrate quickening at the sight of Rangavar eating, or sometimes even just walking by. Oddly enough, the Darkal had also noticed the way that Arro distinctly avoided his belly at all costs; very quickly it became evident that the Faerian was scared if he drew attention to it, then Rangavar would confront him and the game would end.

Instead, Rangavar had realized the two of them could play; Rangavar would intentionally pretend not to notice, so that Arro was in constant, painful anticipation of the moment he’d get to tease him. Rangavar already knew that Arro would jump at the chance, at the barest hint of acknowledgment on Rangavar’s part. So, Rangavar would let him hang there. Would serve him right, for what he was doing. He also noted that Arro’s own gut was expanding farther and farther with each day as he finished up the leftovers of Rangavar’s nightly stuffings, but hey. Karma.

Turning away from the mirror, Rangavar shook his head. As amusing as it was, Rangavar could guess at another reason Arro was doing this. His negative feelings about his own body were constantly on his mind. Rangavar repeatedly told him, again and again, that being fat didn’t matter. Even though the conversation would end with Arro feeling slightly better, he knew that the fat Faerian never actually believed him; now, the Faerian was seeking to prove a point. If he could get Rangavar fat, and tease him about it relentlessly, then he’d be the I-told-you-so winner.

Rangavar shrugged to himself. Well, Arro was going to be disappointed, because Rangavar had never been lying about any of it. At this point, he was actually kind of just curious to see how far the Faerian would keep going.

He’d just have to get fatter.



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Rangavar yanked down on his jacket as it repeatedly rode up to reveal his soft potbelly. He grumbled to himself that he’d have to go up another size. It was annoying. He was hoping he wouldn’t also have to go up a belt size; it was on the very last hole now. Rangavar’s growing paunch seemed to stick out just a bit farther each day, reaching out over the constricting leather band.

He was lost in thought on his way home. He’d never just… been fat, before. It was true, he didn’t particularly enjoy the effects; he still hated having food crammed into him, no matter how much ‘better’ he got at it with Arro diligently working to put more mass on the smaller dragon. Going up clothing sizes was annoying, too.

He had to admit to himself, though, that it had been fun to watch the way Arro’s eyes followed him hungrily around the house for the past month, as the fatter dragon marveled at the results of his feedings—and also grew increasingly frustrated that Rangavar still didn’t seem to notice.

Rangavar snorted. Does he really think of me as that oblivious? The Faerian was practically on the edge of his seat waiting to pounce on his ‘unsuspecting’ prey, ready to jeer at Rangavar’s soft belly and brag about what an easy project it had been.

Rangavar just kept refusing to give him the satisfaction, and that was the fun part for the Darkal.

By the time he got home, he was actually curious to see the progress. Unlike Arro, he didn’t really feel the need to constantly study himself in the mirror.

The fatter dragon was sitting on the couch playing videogames when he went inside; Arro flicked an ear in acknowledgment, but was incredibly focused as he leaned forward and mashed the buttons, his own gut sprawling on his lap. Rangavar quietly slipped into the shower room.

He stood in the mirror, examining Arro’s work. The swell of fat piled on his middle couldn’t be ignored by now, as well as the way it extended around his sides into soft love handles that bulged over his hips. The gentle curve of his hips merged with his thick thighs, smooth and strong from carrying his increasing weight. Arro really had fattened him up.

He hugged his belly, the way he’d seen Arro do, and squeezed. Arro’s fat was plush and comfy; the bulging fat felt slightly different when it was attached to his own body, like a foreign mass clinging to his front side, probably because he’d been gaining so quickly. ‘Stuffed’ was no exaggeration for what Arro had been doing to him. Still, it was also a part of him, and he took a moment to rationalize that. This fat was him. All of it was him. He moved his paws under the heft of his overhanging spare tire, pondering that for a second. He wasn’t used to… taking up space.
Eventually, he had to finish up inspecting his chubby body, and finally left the shower room. He absently wondered what food Arro would force him to eat tonight.


-


Arro was growing increasingly infuriated. Sometimes, Rangavar took a while to realize things—and it was adorable—but the way his chubby belly moved when he walked? What about his pants at work? He must have burst out of them by now. Yet, he still didn’t seem concerned.

The Darkal was finally moving towards the state of being actually fat—due to the nature of his species, it was an excruciatingly slow process. He’d been hovering on ‘chubby’ for some time now, but Arro was eagerly working hard to tip the scale. He’d had a million chances to come up behind the dragon and squeeze his plump sides, or grab his protruding belly from behind, or pinch his cute butt, but how long could Rangavar go without seeing that anything was wrong?

Arro scowled to himself. Should he finally just mention it?

Maybe that would be funnier, he mused, to act concerned and watch the realization dawn on Rangavar’s face. He excitedly tried to picture the way that he’d whip around and yell—in that adorable, grumpy way—his belly quivering with his movements.

However, as Arro’s excitement continued to build, he also began to feel guilt creeping in on top. Originally, when a little ring of chub had developed on the lucky dragon’s skinny frame, he’d smirked quietly to himself about it. Now, though, as he could see just how big Rangavar had gotten… He knew that if someone did that to him, he’d personally be upset. It was one thing to play a prank on the other dragon, and Arro had been having fun, but when would it be considered too far?

As excited as Arro was at the prospect of continuing to grow his plump little Darkal, he didn’t want to see Rangavar genuinely mad. It would take a lot of work at this point for Rangavar to get all that weight off, even as a Darkal. What if Rangavar couldn’t forgive him?

He pricked his ears at the sound of the other dragon coming up the stairs. Rangavar entered the room, his pudgy potbelly jiggling with each step, and his rounded butt within perfectly pinchable distance.

Arro wanted to groan and bang his head on something. Waiting was sooooo hard.

Coming over to the bed, Rangavar was biting his lip, revealing one tiny fang, and looking off towards the side of the room. Whenever he did that, he was usually thinking. He finally turned to Arro and came over to the side of the bed where Arro was perched.

Arro’s heavy belly rested on his thick knees, his puffy rolls spread out around him, expanding over the past month from Rangavar’s leftovers as he packed the smaller dragon full of food until he couldn’t move, and then ate the rest himself. It was another design-flaw of his plan.

Rangavar looked into his eyes and leaned forward on him with his paws sinking into Arro’s soft flab. Arro noticed the way that Rangavar’s hanging gut brushed Arro’s as he leaned over him, a feeling that was new, and the fur on Arro’s wings stood up as he tried to suppress a shudder. In a good way.

“Arro, I have… something to ask.”

Arro felt his heart leap with excitement. Was this finally it? “Yes?”

Rangavar suddenly plunged his paws into Arro’s thick rolls and hefted them, his eyes wide with concern. “Have you gotten fatter?”

Completely floored, Arro actually didn’t know what to say for a second. Finally, he stood, his heaving belly pushing Rangavar back, and he threw out his paws in disbelief. “SERIOUSLY?”

When Rangavar only raised his brows, Arro decided he finally had to say something.

“You’re calling me fatter??” Arro scowled. “Why don’t you take a look at yourself?” There was no way to let him ignore it anymore. He reached over and grabbed a pinch of Rangavar’s lovehandle. “You’re in no place to call someone else ‘fat’.”

Rangavar jolted at the touch, shaking his chubby frame. “It was a joke, Arro,” he said.

Arro took a deep breath, then let out a frustrated huff. “You know, maybe I have gotten fatter, but you know that YOU’RE fatter?” he said. “Has that registered?”

Rangavar tilted his head while looking up at him. He frowned. “That… that was the joke. I’ve been wondering when you’d say something. I realized it was funny to just kind of… watch you agonize over when I would notice. So I’ve been putting it off.”

“What?” Arro looked him up and down. “You noticed you’ve been putting on weight? You didn’t say anything?”

Rangavar frowned and crossed his arms over his pudgy chest. “How oblivious do you think I am, exactly?” He dismissively waved a paw. “I’ve seen you biting your tongue every time you watch me walk by. Waiting for the chance to pounce. At first I just didn’t want to give you the satisfaction. But after a certain point, I was really just curious to see how far you’d let it go.”

Arro blushed. “You didn’t try to stop me or anything?”

The smaller dragon shrugged. “I mean, you were taking forever, so tonight I decided to finally speak up. I thought it would be funny to…” He trailed off.

“Hey, I’m sorry.” Arro tentatively reached out one arm to draw him closer.

Rangavar let him, allowing the far fatter dragon to hug him close. Rangavar leaned his head on his well-padded shoulder.

“Are you mad about being fat?” was Arro’s next anxious question.

Rangavar wrinkled his snout. “I mean, it’s annoying. I keep needing new pants at work.”

“Heh. I was surprised you hadn’t mentioned that.”

“You just thought I was really stupid.”

“No!!”

Rangavar grinned up at him. He was teasing.

“I’m, um. Sorry.” Arro pressed his index fingers together. “I didn’t really think it would get this far. I just kept waiting for you to say something. And you kept not doing that.”

“I’d say what?” He snorted. “It’s a bit of a mean prank, really.”

Arro blushed. “Like I said, I figured you’d notice pretty fast.”

“I did. Dumbass. Just because I didn’t mention it doesn’t mean I didn’t notice.” Rangavar glowered up at him. “What were you hoping to gain from this, anyway?”

“Well, I sort of expected a cute tantrum.”

Rangavar rolled his eyes. “Thanks,” he said flatly.

“I mean, when we were looking in the mirror together, you told me that you don’t care if I’m fat, and that being fat doesn’t matter, so I just thought—”

“Arro, I wasn’t lying about that.” He looked up at him.

Feeling a bit flustered, Arro looked away, refusing to meet his eyes. “Well, I guess not. Seeing you now.”

Rangavar lightly smacked the side of Arro’s belly, watching it jiggle. “You’ve been gaining weight too. And since you did this on purpose, you’ve earned every pound.”

“Heh. Yeah. I can admit I deserve that.” Arro clutched his own massive pile of pudge, the mass spreading over his lap as he sat. “Well, at least I’m not a fatass alone anymore.”

Rangavar made a face and smacked his belly again. “Does that mean you’ll stop obsessing over your weight in the mirror?”

Arro felt his face grow warm, but after a moment grinned slightly. He reached out and grabbed one of Rangavar’s thick side rolls, making the smaller dragon yelp. “Can I obsess over yours instead?”

“Arro!” Rangavar tried to push his paw away.

Arro decided to wrap both paws around the Darkal’s soft sides, feeling the pudge squish beneath his paws. He’d been wondering what that would be like, and it was every bit as exciting as he had imagined. When Rangavar squirmed, Arro smirked. “What? You squeeze me all the time.”

Of course, Rangavar couldn’t argue with that, because it was true. He ended up just crossing his arms, which made a soft indent over his belly where they rested. “Fiiiiine.”

Arro pulled him close, and they sat quietly, leaning into each other’s chub. For Arro, feeling the smaller dragon’s soft, pudgy body was a new and thrilling experience. Feeling the bulge of fat over Rangavar’s lap beneath his own chubby fingers when he squeezed, Arro was beginning to appreciate why Rangavar couldn’t keep his paws off Arro, either.

Finally, Rangavar stood, his thickened body jiggling slightly when he did so. Without explaining himself, he went downstairs for a moment. Arro watched curiously as he returned with a box of Arro’s favorite donuts. Arro’s mouth watered at the sight. But he was confused. “What are those for?”

Rangavar held out the box. “You.”

Arro’s confusion didn’t disappear, so he explained, “You’ve been forcing me to eat extra all this time. Let’s eat something you want for once.”

“You don’t like donuts,” Arro pointed out.

Rangavar suddenly smirked. “You do. And it’s my turn to feed you for once. It would only be fair,” he quickly added, interrupting Arro’s oncoming protests.

Arro sighed, but he was also eyeing the donuts hungrily, held out enticingly in Rangavar’s pudgy paws. The fluffy dough, the sugary frosting, the colorful sprinkles… each one looked perfect. He glanced back up at Rangavar’s mischievous expression. “Alright. Just this ONCE.”

Rangavar immediately hopped back up on the bed with the box, the bouncing of the mattress making both dragons’ blubber jiggle this time before settling. Arro held open his jaws as the first donut entered his mouth. His teeth sank swiftly through the frosting, filling his mouth with his favorite flavor. He didn’t mind this. And in many ways, after all that had happened, he deserved it.