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Flug felt like he won the lottery, only instead of a winning ticket in his hand was a valuable piece of paper. It was a simple form requesting time off and, by some miracle, was signed by Black Hat in virgin blood. Flug was approved to receive a few weeks of time off, and he hadn’t had a day off in literal years.
He felt over the moon and then some as he packed his suitcase. To save on expenses, he decided to stay at his grandmother’s for the duration of his miraculous vacation. Not only did she provide a place free of judgement and worry, but she cooked hearty, delicious meals three times a day. Flug barely remembered to eat on the job, but with his grandmother, how could he say no to second helpings?
Alas, his vacation was over in the blink of an eye, and he had to drag himself back to work. However, it wasn’t reluctance that dragged him down. Rather, it was the extra pounds he put on during his stay. His jeans were more than a bit snug around his waist, and he could feel the hem of his shirt ride up his now plump midsection. Yet he prayed no one would notice or poke fun at him for his weight gain. Besides, he told himself, a few days of stress and forgetting to eat will take care of it soon enough.
505 greeted him with a bear hug, and Demencia gave him a noogie through his paper bag, but otherwise paid no attention to his weight gain.
Black Hat, however, was an entirely different story.
When Black Hat first saw Flug after his vacation, his eyes widened. At least, the one not hidden behind his monocle did. His face went slack of malice as he ran his eyes over Flug. It was only when Flug cleared his throat did Black Hat stop staring, buried his face into his newspaper, and grumbled a greeting.
That was weird, thought Flug. He should have known Black Hat would notice and look down on Flug for his added pounds, yet he didn’t voice anything out loud. In fact, ever since then, Black Hat had grown quiet around Flug. Yes, he still demeaned Flug as usual, but his usual roar was replaced with low growls at best. During commercial shoots, he’d stay as far away from Flug as he could. He didn’t even bother trying to choke or grab him by the shirt. And the staring was the worst; though Black Hat did everything he could to avoid interaction, his eyes were glued to Flug. The gaze didn’t seem malicious, yet Black Hat would hide away as soon as Flug noticed.
Flug wasn’t sure to be humiliated or confused.
Instead, he threw himself back into his work.
Flug yawned as he pawed in the cupboard for his favorite mug. The smell of freshly brewed coffee filled his nostrils and helped him wake up. He held his airplane shaped mug in one hand and poured himself coffee with the other. As he saw the dark liquid pool in his cup, he debated on just drinking straight from the pot…
“Flug,”
Flug yelped, nearly spilling coffee everywhere. He turned around and saw Black Hat, sitting at the breakfast table with a newspaper in his hands. The demon must have summoned himself literal seconds ago, but why? He never bothered with the table before.
“G-Good morning, sir!” Flug saluted.
“Mmph,” Black Hat hummed, turning a page in his paper.
Flug, deciding it was safe, turned back around and downed his cup of black coffee. With a sigh, he put his mug down and walked out of the kitchen.
“Flug?”
Flug jolted. “Y-Yes, sir?”
“Have you had breakfast?”
“Uh, n-no, sir. I’m still very busy with projects, and--”
The paper crinkled in Black Hat’s hands. “Have you been eating?”
“Um, I think I did yesterday…? Wait, 505 made me something, and I forgot to--”
This earned a glare from Black Hat, as if Flug had just declared his love of heroes.
“S-Sir it’s okay! I’m fine, really! Besides, I could stand to lose the pounds I got during my vacation,” Flug chuckled uneasily.
Black Hat stood from his seat, hellish infernos burning in his eyes. The paper was burned in a poof of black smoke, and his scowl stretched across his entire face. “Flug,” he hissed.
“Y-Yes, sir?”
“From now on, when that blasted bear brings you something to eat or drink, you will stop what you’re doing and eat or drink it.”
Flug raised his eyebrows. “Um...what?”
“DID I NOT MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?!”
Now Flug cowered. “N-No, sir--I mean, yessir! I mean, I’ll eat whatever you want!”
“...Really? You’ll eat anything I want?”
“Y-yes, of course, sir, n-now I really must be getting back to work.” With that, more baffled than afraid, Flug ran away. He didn’t see the expression on Black Hat’s face grow darker, and his scowl was replaced with a cheshire cat grin.
Now 505 was acting weird, but not at all how Flug would expect.
At first, the bear more persistently brought Flug three square meals a day, sometimes even gently but strongly pulling him away from his current project. Then the meals themselves changed; though everything the bear brought was delicious, it gradually grew more rich, and fattening. A short stack of pancakes replaced by a tower. An extra helping of toppings on an even bigger slice of pizza. More generous servings of meatloaf and buttery potatoes. And whenever Flug left his lab for even a minute, he would return to find a bag or two of snacks! Though 505 denied anything about this, Flug couldn’t see anyone else in the manor doing it.
And why? If someone was concerned about his weight, then they were going about it all wrong. His jeans, the same ones he had since college, had finally ripped under the strain of his now thick thighs. Thank heavens no one saw, and that he could order new, bigger clothes with same day delivery.
Still, the one constant in all this was Black Hat’s behavior. Still quiet, still staring, and still insisting that Flug not skip meals. Even if Flug insisted he had deadlines to meet, placed by Black Hat himself, the demon would roar. Later Flug would discover the deadlines would be pushed back, accompanied by a bowl of snacks on his desk.
Everything came to a head after a care package from Flug’s grandmother.
Flug sat back in his desk chair with a sigh of contentment. An empty box of his grandmother’s homemade chocolate chip cookies sat on his desk, just crumbs remaining. Despite fearing for his weight, Flug couldn’t feel remorse at the full feeling in his stomach. Licking his lips, he closed his eyes and leaned back further. He drifted off…
And woke with a start at a gentle poke to his gut.
Flug jumped awake, and found Black Hat standing before his chair, a hand outstretched above Flug’s paunch.
“S-Sir?! What are you--”
Black Hat glared, lips curling back into a snarl, showing off each razor sharp tooth in his maw.
Flug blubbered, but before he could say anything coherent, Black Hat backed away, in what seemed like reluctance.
“Flug, I am here to…to check on your progress.”
“O-On which project, sir?”
Black Hat coughed. “On all of them. Can’t have my idiot scientist fall any further behind now, can I?”
“...They’re fine.”
“Good,” Black Hat marched towards the door.
“Sir?”
Black Hat huffed. “What?”
“Were you...touching my stomach just now?”
Black Hat’s shoulders tensed, and his claws sharpened, akin to a cat puffing up their fur to look more aggressive at a harmless threat.
The extra food, the snacks, the stares...A hypothesis was forming in Flug’s brain, a ludicrous one, but one he wanted to test.
“Sir, if you’d like to…” Flug gulped, “Touch me, er I mean, my fat...all you have to do is ask.”
Black Hat swiveled his head like an owl, wide inquisitive eyes boring into Flug.
“O-Of course, only if you want to! I-I mean, who’d be interested in--EEP!”
Cold fingertips dug into his love handles, and Flug found his face pressed into Black Hat’s chest. He felt more than heard Black Hat’s chuckle, the vibrations filling his chest. Flug was frozen, barely able to squeak when Black Hat’s hands wandered to his ass, cheek in each hand, kneading the flesh like dough.
“S-S-” Flug gasped.
“What?” Black Hat’s hands froze. His voice was gravely yet impatient. “You need me to stop?”
“N-No!” Flug cupped his mouth at his answer. A hot blush rose to his cheeks, even though his paper bag.
“Then what? Spit it out!”
“I-I’m just…” Flug searched for the right word. “C-Confused.”
Black Hat moved back just enough for Flug to lift his head and make eye contact.
“I mean, all the food and snacks and...P-Please correct me if I’m wrong, but it’s almost like you want me to gain weight. Ever since I got back from my vacation. And--And now you’re groping me like I’m a pornstar or--or something, when I look like this! ” Flug punctuated his point by hiking up his shirt and hefting his paunch. He ignored the goosebumps he got at his skin brushing against Black Hat’s cool, smooth suit.
Instead of cringing, Black Hat grinned, acidic drool running down his chin as his eyes dilated. He ran his hand over Flug’s smooth skin, fingers digging in to feel the give of flesh. “Precisely~”
“B-But since when do hot demon overlords want a fatty?”
Black Hat cackled. “You sound like that blasted girl.”
Flug felt like hiding in his paper bag for all eternity, despite how hot his bag made him. His blushing wasn’t helping.
“Perhaps you’d be more cooperative if I elaborate,” Black Hat said while hoisting Flug over his shoulders like a literal sack of potatoes. Still grabbing Flug’s ass, he walked towards the nearest counter. He used his free arm to swipe all the lab equipment off, and plopped Flug down. Standing between Flug’s legs, he leaned over Flug’s supine form. “I rather like soft things, doctor. Especially soft, fleshy ones.” He suddenly frowned. “You are prohibited from ever sharing that information, or I’ll rip out your guts and choke you with them. Understand?”
“Y-Yessir!”
The hungry grin returned. “Good. Now where were we?”
Flug gripped at the hem of his bag as Black Hat’s hands rucked up his shirt, hiking it over his chest. Now his stomach and fleshy pecs were exposed, and the cool air made Flug’s nipples harden. They hardened even further when Black Hat cupped the tender flesh, thumbs brushing over the nubs without hesitation.
Black Hat bit his lip. “My, how nice and plump you’ve gotten, doctor. Look,” He stroked the stretch marks littering Flug’s skin. “Your mortal skin can barely contain it all. Why, I can barely feel your bones under all this.”
Flug gasped for air, drowning in the praise. As conflicted as he was, his libido was not. So much so that he dared to raise the hem of his bag to more easily breathe. Black Hat grasped Flug’s wrist just as he did so, and slid a forked tongue against the inside of his arm. He purred, tongue gliding against the veins just hidden beneath the delicate, silken skin. Closing his eyes, he drooled his way up Flug until he reached the fleshy underside of Flug’s upper arm, and bit down.
“Mph!” Flug turned his head away. Those teeth buried into him like a hot knife through butter, a few drops of crimson blood running down his arm like said melted butter. Despite the pain, or rather because of it, the heat pooling in Flug’s gut tightened, and he pressed his legs together.
Black Hat rose with a glare. Without breaking eye contact, he lowered his free hand down between Flug’s legs and spread them, palming Flug’s crotch. “Don’t you dare hide from me.”
“Y-Y-Yessir,” slurred Flug, opening easily under the demon’s touch. Instinctively, he licked his lips.
Black Hat dove to lock lips with Flug. With one arm supporting his weight, his other hand wrestled with the zipper of Flug’s jeans. His eyes shut while Flug’s were wider than petri dishes. Shocked, but not distressed, at the sensations. He felt like he was dreaming as a forked tongue slithered past Flug’s lips like it belonged there. The demon’s lips were thin and cool but smooth, like porcelain. Yet they showed no delicacy as they mashed against Flug’s chapped, charred ones. Flug finally shut his eyes as he shyly reciprocated, small pink tongue darting out to meet Black Hat’s. The demon’s mouth was humid and slimy, but the teeth gave Flug more than a few knicks. Flug’s tongue drowned in the metallic taste of blood, and he adored every damn second. He would have savored it longer had Black Hat’s tongue not literally dove down his throat and choked him of air.
Flug broke away, threads of spit strug between him and Black Hat. Both panted, their breath mingling together. Flug’s eyes were heavy, jaw slack, as if drunk, while Black Hat’s eyes were wide with wild delight, drooling excessively, as if possessed. His grin widened to impossible lengths as he dug his claws through the denim of Flug’s jeans.
RRRRRRIP!!!
“Eep!”
Black Hat arched his eyebrows when Flug flung his hands at his crotch. “I thought I told you not to hide-- ”
“W-Wait, sir, let me explain, please,”
Black Hat glared at Flug’s offending hands. Even with them, he could still see Flug’s obvious arousal slicking the inside of his soft, pillowy thighs. Like that would stop him, and with that, Black Hat swatted Flug’s hands away.
His eyes darkened at the sight; between all that plush flesh was a pair of fat, flushed lips, glistening and dripping, along with a hard, throbbing nub peeking out from messy pubic hair.
“Uh--Well, I--” Flug blabbered. “I guess you know now, eheh. A-Anyway, um, b-basically I’m trans, and I--”
All of Flug’s words fell on deaf, horny ears. How could Black Hat even consider anything else besides that filthy, gorgeous, tantalizing view before him? And oh, the smell! Ripe and potent, it filled his lungs and intoxicated him, putting cigar smoke to shame. He was buried between Flug’s thighs and devouring those folds in a heartbeat. Flug’s thighs pressed against him, trembling, sandwiching Black Hat right where he wanted to be. He could almost hear Flug’s moans and gasps of pleasure, but deep in the throes of soft fat, it sounded more like they were underwater. They grew clearer when Black Hat twirled the tip of his tongue around Flug’s adorable little nub.
Everything about Flug was so soft. Inside and out. He buried his tongue inside while drool and juices dribbled down his chin and Flug’s taint. Meanwhile his claws dug into Flug’s thighs, love handles, anywhere he could reach to rip through the skin and feel hot blood stain his claws from the pillowy skin. The sin of gluttony and lust together in an exquisite meal that only Black Hat had the privilege of tasting, touching, experiencing.
Suddenly, that silky soft flesh spasamned, and Flug’s body went taught as a rubber band. Something hot and liquid shot down Black Hat’s throat, and he gulped it down greedily. And again, and again, even as the rubber band of Flug’s body snapped, and went slack. It wasn’t until a clumpy, limp hand pawed at his face did he stop.
With a disappointed growl, Black Hat raised his head. As he licked his lips, his eyes roamed over Flug; pale skin littered with bloody scratches and bruises, sweat glistening against pale curves, pillowy flesh flushed a lovely pink. And in the throes of passion, Flug’s bag had torn away, goggles and all, revealing the pièce de résistance. Imperfectly healed scars decorated Flug’s face, especially on the right side. His right eye matched, a bloody scar through his iris, along with scarred, lopsided lips. Light brown hair, fluffy in some places and sticky with sweat in others, the whole mess framing the face. His cheeks were soft, plump, the blush burning brilliantly against them. And oh his expression! Lidded eyes, lips parted for air, tongue lolling out and framing gapped teeth.
At the staring, Flug covered his face with his hands, barely peeking between his fingers.
“Flug, what have I told you about hiding?! ” Black Hat loomed over Flug. “I’ve got half a mind to chop off your arms and incinerate every paper bag on this blasted Earth!”
Flug whimpered, blush deepening.
“Oh? You’d like that?” Black Hat leaned closer, the tent in his pants rubbing against Flug’s crotch, making the scientist squirm. “This whole time, you’ve enjoyed me tearing into your lush, decadent flesh like a pathetic scratch post? Laying claim to your every inch of fat as mine and mine alone?”
“Y-Yes--!”
Black Hat cackled. “This whole time, ever since you signed your soul away to me, you’ve been reveling in everything I throw at you? Oh, this is rich. I could have taken you sooner and you would have accepted it with open arms!”
Flug’s eyes cleared. “W-Wait, what do you mean, ‘sooner’?”
Collected suaveness turned upside down into embarrassed shock on Black Hat’s face. His cheeks turned a vivid green hue, and he tugged at his collar. “Well, I...I meant...It’s not like I’ve liked you this whole time, you imbecile! Or like you growing grotesque and gorgeous was the tipping point for some stupid crush!! Or--Or--!!!”
Flug’s heart thumped. His evil, malicious, magnificent demon boss liked him? This whole time?? And was being a total tsundere about it??? Oh, Flug could die a happy man at this very instant. Flug reached up towards Black Hat’s face, cupping those green cheeks. Black Hat ceased his ramblings, and let Flug gently pull him towards his face for a kiss. This time, it was Black Hat’s turn to be surprised, but he melted into the kiss like a thick, vicious liquid, pressing his entire body so close to every contour of Flug’s body.
It was then Flug felt the tent of Black Hat’s pants move. As in squirm. He glanced down to see the tent in Black Hat’s pants moving, the fabric on the verge of tearing. “S-Sir, is...is that a tentacle in your pants?”
“Oh no, I’m just happy to see you, doctor,” Black Hat deadpanned before snapping his fingers. His clothes evaporated in plumes of dark smoke, leaving only his hat intact. And revealing several writhing, slimy tentacles at his crotch.
Flug’s eyes widened. His scientific brain wanted to study every muscle and nerve, detail each discovery and jot it down like a treasure, to examine them until he knew each tentadick by heart...but his body had other ideas as he trembled under the cool, smooth tentacles slithered against his skin, circling around his hips, his thighs, his hole. He felt the head of one of the dicks press against his hole, on the verge of popping past the ring of muscle.
“Well, Flug?” Black Hat loomed over Flug, using one hand to trace his wet entrance. “Do you want me to defile your fat, juicy hole with every inch of my demonic being? Breach your mortal flesh and thrash inside, feeling your plush, fleshy body from the inside and out? Spoil your soul until you're absolutely ruined with lust and blood?” He dug his claws into Flug’s right pectoral, as if trying to claw at his pounding heart. “You do, don’t you, doctor?”
“Hah...Huff…”
“Answer me, doctor. You’re a smart man, use your words.”
“Y-Yes, jefecito! Please, Jefecito, please!! Oh, please, please, please--!”
Black Hat cackled, his hand once teasing Flug’s hole now stretching it wide as one of his many dicks pushed inside. It eased inside with a wet pop!
“Ohhhh…” moaned Flug. It twisted inside him, wiggling against his walls, digging into each nerve until it was completely sheathed inside, and even then it continued to writhe against his sweet spots.
Black Hat leaned closer with a manic grin, until he was completely atop Flug. Just as Flug began to relax, another dick squeezed past, making Flug whine at the strain. Chuckling, Black Hat purred, “Relax, doctor, because we’re just getting started.”
He began to thrust.
Flug’s whole body heaved with each thrust, gasping for air and barely able to form coherent words. A few more tentacles squeezed inside, he felt ready to burst, and his dripping hole stung from pain and pleasure. While Black Hat continued to mark up Flug’s body with bites and scratches, blood and bruises, Flug weakly grasped at Black Hat’s body, his short nails barely breaking Black Hat’s skin, nor his flat teeth. Yet these actions seemed to please the demon, making his chest rumble almost violently. If Flug didn’t die of dehydration or blood loss, he’d at least go deaf, but he didn’t mind in the slightest.
What seemed to delight Black Hat the most, what made his blood boil with lust, was how Flug’s body moved with each thrust. The poor, overstimulated scientist, every roll on his body, every pillow of fat, every inch of soft, pillowy flesh jiggled and floundered with the rest of Flug, like the aftershocks of an earthquake. His body, full of flesh and demon cock, was magnificent under Black Hat’s gaze. Body pumped full of fat and nutrients and softness and, soon, his seed.
That came sooner than expected. Almost suddenly, Black Hat gripped Flug’s body tight with every limb, tentacle, and muscle in his body, and roared. Searing hot milt spilled deep inside Flug’s waiting body, and Flug keened, but his poor body was so tired he could barely hold Black Hat in return. All he could do was shiver as thick, sticky milt filled him, along with countless round, squishy eggs. Now he truly felt ready to burst, his stomach taut from the fill, a few drops spurting out of his hole between Black Hat’s dicks buried deep inside, pulsing.
“Fluggg…”
Flug closed his eyes, letting the sensations overwhelm him.
Flug woke up, sore and stuffed, nestled up against Black Hat, in Black Hat’s massive four poster bed. After some water and heeding nature's call, Black Hat beckoned him back to bed, and Flug was powerless to do otherwise.
“Sir?” Flug croaked.
“Mm?”
“I, um, was wondering…” Flug trailed idle circles onto Black Hat’s arm. “Why exactly do you like me like this?”
Black Hat blushed with a scowl. “I’ve always liked you. But you are forbidden from ever telling anyone that, especially on camera.”
“No, no, I mean...what about fat appeals to you?” He hugged his still full belly, despite the ache.
Black Hat relaxed. “Oh, that. ” His claws ran along Flug’s body until he found a nice belly roll and squeezed. “Instinct, partially. Fat mates produce healthier offspring, and are more likely to survive.”
“Huh...interesting,”
“That and your body moves beautifully under my ministrations now,”
Black Hat guffawed while Flug hid his face under the duvet.