Sebastian's Growing Problem

by Wobble_Plazma

Summary:

Sebastian heads to the beach for a bit of much-needed solitude on a rainy day, but little did he know that something was waiting for him in the murky water.

Basically, Sebastian gets fucked by a tentacle monster and changes his life (for the better).

Chapter 1: Chapter One: Just Another Rainy Day

The wet mud squelched under Sebastian’s boots as he trudged down towards the beach. No one else was outside in Pelican Town, which he wasn’t really surprised about. Sam was most likely working. Alex had probably gone round Haley’s. He only ever saw Emily at the bar anyway. And Abigail... Abigail didn’t exactly care that much to meet with Sebastian recently. He didn't know what was wrong, or if he’d done something to piss her off. But it didn't matter, it wasn't his problem to solve and if she wanted to talk about it then she would. She always did, so what could be so different this time.  

With the rain drumming against the ground, Pelican Town felt eerie, as though something were off. Sebastian couldn’t quite put his finger on just what was wrong. It was raining, it was quiet, there was a slight breeze in the air. All of that just meant that it was finally autumn. Soon the leaves would be dropping off the trees. That hot summer sun would be melting away to make way for cooler, shorter days. Sebastian couldn’t wait. He loved autumn, almost as much as he loved winter. But he couldn’t ride his bike in winter, or at least it was a stupid idea to try.  

As he passed by Pierre’s, Sebastian thought about going in and asking if Abigail wanted to join him. Sometimes it was nice to be able to share the ocean with someone else. Then he thought about all the times Abigail complained whenever he invited her. It was always ‘too wet’, or ‘too cold’ or even that it was ‘too quiet’. It was all the things Sebastian loved about standing down on those docks.  

Maybe it was wet, and maybe it was cold, but both of those were secondary to the peace and quiet the sea brought. All the noise and calamity of Pelican Town was gone. It was just him and the ocean. It was no wonder that Willy enjoyed being this far out from everyone. Or that Elliot had chosen to live down on the beach instead of somewhere a little closer to Leah or Marnie. He guessed the forest was nice, it was still out the way and still quiet; much like the mountains. It was far enough away from the main town that not a lot of sound actually carried up there, but it just wasn’t the same.  

Sebastian continued walking through the town, just thinking about what he’d give to be able to live on the beach forever. He wanted to live somewhere without people, without the chance of being disturbed by his mum, or Maru, or Demetrius. He didn’t want to have to deal with the constant texts from Sam or Abigail just asking where he was or what he was doing. Surely, they knew by now what he was doing. Work. It’s all he was ever doing. He’d started to save up to move somewhere else. He’d thought he’d wanted to go to Zuzu City. He thought he’d wanted the bright lights and the hub-ub of city life. All the people he could meet and places he could go. It wasn’t until his last trip there that he’d realised just how much he didn’t want that anymore.  

Maybe time had changed him. He wasn’t a reckless teenager anymore. At least not the teenager part. The more time Sebastian spent down on the beach, the more he realised that although he didn’t want to live at home anymore, he didn’t want to live somewhere away from the ocean. Living in Pelican Town still meant he had to deal with the same people day in and day out, especially when it came to buying food. It also meant trying to wire up something with stable electricity so he could still freelance. That wasn’t the biggest problem, if he needed electricity that badly then he could always ask Willy or Elliot if they could give him a hand. They were both good company, certainly not his usual crowd, but he had nothing against them.  

The smell of the sea breeze grew stronger the closer Sebastian got to the beach. The strong stench of salt that clung to the wooden docks helped make his brain feel at ease. He kept his head down and kept walking. When he crossed the bridge over the river, he could finally hear the waves over the sound of the rain. They were stronger today, much, much stronger.  

Sebastian didn’t mind. It wasn’t like he was in any danger on the beach. Despite how little beach there was, the tide never came that far in, and certainly never higher than the docks. The worst it had ever been was when it brushed against Elliot’s doorstep. But it didn’t flood, so Elliot stayed exactly where he was.  

Wet sand clung to the sides of his boots as he stepped off the cobbled path. The mixture of the rain and the tide made the sand firm enough to walk on without slipping, but Sebastian knew that if he stood in one place for too long, he’d definitely begin to sink. It was a good thing that he wasn’t planning on standing in the sand then. He looked up at the incoming waves. They broke just a few metres from the tide line, the sudden dip in the seabed stopping anything too large from forming so soon. It would’ve been cool, he thought, if just once a massive wave did come down against the docks. Maybe it would tear up a plant or two. Throw a couple of fish into the open barrels. Maybe it would even break a window on Willy’s house. Not that Sebastian was wishing harm on Willy, he’d never wish such a thing on the only other person who enjoyed the docks as much as he did. But it would be cool.  

He stepped onto the wooden planks of the dock, the sand that was sticking to his boots quickly falling away at the change in surface. Sebastian would still need to hose them off or rinse them in the lake before he stepped back into the house to avoid invoking Robin’s wrath, but that was a later problem. Rain had slicked the planks, making them that bit more difficult to walk on. It wasn’t the end of the world if he did fall in, he’d be wet, cold, and embarrassed, but that was only one more thing than he currently was.  

As he walked down the docks he gazed out at the ocean. It bobbed up and down, a gentle motion considering the ferocity of the small waves it was making. Rain made ringlets against the deep blue water, all combining to make a rippling pattern across the surface. Sometimes Sebastian wondered what that looked like from beneath the waves. Did it look completely different? Or was it the same as from above?  

He stopped at the end of the docks and crouched down over the edge of the water. From the end he could just about see the seaweed that clung to the seabed. If he strained his eyes enough, he could even make out the shells stuck into the sand.  

But as he peered into the water, he noticed something strange. The deep blue water became darker, as though the night itself had fallen upon the ocean.  

‘The fuck?’ Sebastian cursed under his breath.  

He leant further over the edge of the docks and squinted at the darkened water. As he did, something beneath the waves shifted.  

What looked like tendrils twisted and writhed under the water’s surface. At first glance it could’ve just been seaweed, but these were unmistakably different. They were far thicker than any piece of seaweed Sebastian had ever seen, a thickness that only got wider the deeper into the water they were.  

He knew that looking over the edge of the docks could only end badly, but he couldn’t help himself. Something was drawing him in, and it was impossible to look away, even for a split second.  

Sebastian leant over the edge of the docks, dropping to his knees to get even closer to the water. The dampness was secondary to the cold chill of his wet jeans against his skin, but he couldn’t find it in him to care. Every physical feeling he had was secondary to the gnawing curiosity of what lay beneath the waves; the hunger that was eating away at every rational thought inside his head.  

The ocean spray misted Sebastian’s face, and he could feel the salt cling to his skin. He was only inches away from the violent waves, all he’d have to do was reach a hand out, and he’d be able to plunge it into the icy sea. From this close to the water, he could see the thick, black tendrils as clear as day.  

There were at least four of them, with more possibly hiding beneath the tangled mass of seaweed that clung to the sandy seabed. Each one of the tendrils writhed beneath the waves, reaching out into the vast nothingness of the sea. They cut through the water, moving as if they were searching for something, but whatever that could’ve been, Sebastian hadn’t the slightest idea.  

One of the tendrils brushed against the wooden support of the docks, and it wrapped itself tentatively up towards the surface of the water. Even from his current vantage point, he could still tell just how slimy the thing was. Its squishy exterior glistened in the light of the sun, and the rain smattering against it only made it shine brighter. 

Sebastian brought his head down level with the wooden supports. He pressed his hands into the damp deck and lowered his body to be level with the edge. He slowly poked his head out from behind the cover the sea wall gave him, and only had a split second before one of the black tendrils raced towards his face.  

Sebastian twisted around and tried to push himself to his feet, but the docks were far too wet beneath his feet, and the algae coated wood gave him no traction. His knees slammed down against the dock hard enough to bruise, and his hands grappled for hold as he steadied himself.  

But it was all meaningless.  

One of the tendrils wrapped itself around his foot and dragged him back towards the edge of the dock while another slid underneath the hem of his hoodie. It’s cold, slimy tip slipped its way under his drenched shirt and began to wrap itself around his waist. Its cold, sticky texture burned his skin where it touched, and he tried to worm his way out of the thing. But every time he moved it merely tightened, and Sebastian felt his heart racing inside his chest. He didn’t want to be tied up, let alone by a fucking sea monster. 

He looked back down at the sea. Through the spray of the salty ocean, he could just make out the fleshy body of the creature; the bulbous, twitching mass writhing beneath the waves. Its tentacles stretched out further around the support post, and the edge of the jetty, as they sought something else to grab. 

His body jerked as the tendril began to drag Sebastian back towards the edge of the dock. His stomach swooped in the sudden change in balance, and he reached out for a handhold, something, anything he could grab, but there was nothing. Even as he dug his nails into the wooden planks of the jetty, his shoulders burned from the force. The sudden jerk snapped a couple of his nails and had his boots slipping against the hardwood. And the slimy appendage around his leg only held tighter, and Sebastian could feel his heart race. He hoped with everything he had that this wasn’t going to be his last mistake. 

The tentacle around his waist continued creeping its way up his stomach and up his back, squishing his way up Sebastian’s neck until it brushed up against the base of his skull. He could feel its clammy skin rest against his hair, all before it started wrapping around his forehead. He gagged at the sensation, unsure whether or not he was going to throw up what little was in his stomach. 

It squeezed around his head just hard enough to cause him to wince in pain, and as he opened his mouth to scream for help, but as soon as he did, a tendril slipped inside, cutting his cries for help completely. He could feel it in his throat, brushing against his uvula as it searched for a hold on something.

‘Mmmrph,’ Sebastian groaned around the tendril as it pushed further into him.  

The slimy muscle groped its way down Sebastian’s throat, slime and thick, claggy goo soaking his tongue. His tongue writhed against the invading tentacle, and his teeth pressed against the chord with no give. No matter how much Sebastian tried to bite down, he couldn’t. It was almost as if his mouth was numb. It just felt like more weight pressing against him. He was completely powerless to stop it from pushing further down his throat.

The tendril curled around his tongue, and Sebastian felt a shiver run through him as slime leaked out the side of his mouth. He felt it brush against the roof of his mouth, and Sebastian could only groan at the feeling. It was nothing like anything he’d ever felt before. The thin, writhing muscle filled him in a way he never knew he could be filled. The sensation sent sparks down his spine, and Sebastian bit back a moan as the tendril pulsed inside of his mouth.  

No, he wasn’t going to enjoy this. Nothing about this was enjoyable, he should be screaming for help, not moaning around a strange tendril.  

But there was something about it that lit a fire inside of him that he’d never felt before. It was animalistic, carnal desire, and Sebastian was weak for it. There was something so satisfying about being used like this that had Sebastian whining as the tendril pulsed in his mouth. It was so intense that Sebastian couldn’t even bring himself to fight as he got dragged a few inches backwards to the water.   

He stopped barely a second before he would’ve disappeared over the edge of the dock. His pale fingers held onto the wooden planks tightly as he dangled over the violent waves just out of reach of the tendrils. The slimy, viscous texture oozed over his skin, wrapping its way around Sebastian’s entire body. He gasped and tried to struggle, but more of the tendrils had come to life and were quickly grabbing more pieces of him. They slid their way underneath his hoodie, his shirt, and even his jeans to try and touch more of him. Goo dripped from one tendril and mingled with his dark hair. Another worked its way underneath the hem of his jeans and past the waistband of his boxers to slide against his dick. A spark of pleasure shot through Sebastian at the contact, and he had to choke back a moan as it tightened around his cock. He could feel it pulse against him, tightening and loosening at irregular intervals. 

The two tendrils on his legs began to pull in opposite directions, slowly spreading Sebastian’s legs until it felt as though he was about to dislocate something. Not that he really thought he would’ve minded. A small, quiet voice inside his head kept telling him that if he just relaxed then all of this would be easier. And perhaps part of him wanted this. Maybe this was what he had yearned for all of his life. All those nights alone and staring out over the ocean wondering what mysteries lay beneath the waters. 

Had he always wanted something like this to happen? 

His trousers were slowly being peeled away from his legs, and despite everything, Sebastian still couldn’t bring himself to struggle. Something was stopping him, nay, demanding that he stay perfectly still as these things took him over. He twisted his head just enough to look out at the sea, his eyes fixed on the Lonely Stone. It brought him a strange sense of comfort, and he relaxed into the tendrils grip.  

Sebastian felt more of them wrap their way around his arms, pinning them together behind his back. He felt them stroke his stomach, pushing his hoodie up out of the way, and squeezing over his belly before starting to press further upwards. Thick and slimy goo dripped against his chest, and he felt something slip across the piercings on his nipples. He could feel the excitement building in his chest, a desperate wanting consuming every part of him. 

Some of the tendrils worked on peeling his wet jeans down his body. The fabric was stiff and cold, slapping against his skin as it was finally peeled off his legs. They were gentle as they rubbed their bodies against his skin. This wasn’t an attack; it didn’t seem like they were trying to hurt him. It was all sensual, his body relaxing into the sensations as they peeled his clothes away. 

Just like his trousers, his boxers were pulled down. The cold ocean air sent a shiver up his spine as it brushed against his skin, but he couldn’t deny the feelings rushing through him. As the tendrils peeled back and around him, they brushed against his hardened cock. 

Something sticky dribbled over him, a tingling sensation that sent his nerves ablaze. He moaned around the tentacle in his mouth and tried to rock his hips backwards. Just one inch closer.  

Was that so much to ask? 

Then he felt something larger, thicker, brush against his bare ass. Whatever it was brushed over his cheeks, its slippery, slime-covered exterior causing his own ass to glisten in the cold sea breeze.  

The thick tentacle pressed up between his cheeks, its tip circling his hole slowly, and for a fleeting moment, Sebastian clenched, and the tendril stilled in its path. The tendril around his waist squeezed gently, almost reassuringly, and Sebastian relaxed. He willed himself to relax as the tentacle pushed inside. The tip was wide enough to stretch him in a way that was deliciously painful. Sebastian hissed through his nose and dropped his head as he tried to deal with the pressure. The tentacle in his mouth pulsed and gripped down on his tongue tightly, causing him to gag a little. More of that thick slime trickled down his throat, coating every part of him in its viscous texture. It was a sensation unlike any other. He hadn’t expected it to feel so good, so right. He hadn’t expected to want more of this inside him. But that’s exactly what he wanted; more of that feeling inside him.

The tendril pulsed inside his ass, sending shudders running through him that had him practically begging for more. And when it finally did begin to move again, Sebastian could only moan around the tentacle in his mouth at the sensation of being filled completely by them. Being stuffed so full of tentacles that he couldn’t even breathe properly.

This was it. Sebastian had gone insane, lost his mind completely because all he could feel was pleasure. Nothing else existed, nothing else mattered. 

The tendril prodded against the muscles of Sebastian’s ass, before it pushed inside him. Sebastian twitched at the intrusion, and his muscles involuntarily clenched around the cold digit. In turn it pushed just a little further into him, stretching him open in slow, steady thrusts. With every press, Sebastian felt his body become accustomed to the tendril, and as the seconds turned into minutes, it was moving freely inside him.

The thick appendage quickly moved on to explore his insides, pushing him in ways he hadn’t been before, and drawing sharp whines of anticipation from Sebastian. He rocked himself backwards against the tendril, pressing it even further into him. But every inch deeper he went, the fuller he felt, and it wasn’t anywhere near enough. He wanted more, he needed more. It was the same burning, all-consuming want from the deepest depths of his dreams. 

He hadn’t realised just how desperate he was for this until he felt them taking him. His body felt light, like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders, and he had never felt more at peace. The rain still pounded down on him, soaking him through to the bone, but he couldn't bring himself to care.

The thick tendril in his ass continued to move back and forth, swirling around inside him and pressing against every sensitive spot imaginable. 

Sebastian groaned when the end of the tendril pressed up against his prostate. A sharp wave of pleasure shot through him, and he swore his eyes rolled back into his head as the tendril slowly rubbed against him. He let out a shaky moan around the tentacle in his mouth. It was too much.

But then it twisted, it felt as though all his nerves had burst into flames, every inch of him suddenly consumed by a fire he didn’t think was possible. His hips bucked against nothing, but that only made things worse, or better depending on how he looked at it. The pressure around his cock tightened until he felt as though he was going to burst.

A warm ball of pleasure built in his gut as the tendril fucked him faster, harder, driving itself inside him in a way that made Sebastian’s head spin. It was incredible how he could feel something this good; how something could drive him this close to the edge so quickly. Sebastian ground himself against the tentacle as it began to assault him with its rough, demanding thrusts. Each push left him gasping, wanting more, moaning around the tendril in his mouth.   

Sebastian gasped and leaned back, finally allowing all control to slip from his fingers. They had such an overwhelming hold on his body that he just couldn’t hold back the feeling, the heat, burning throughout him. Sebastian breathed heavily, inhaling deeply with each thrust of the tendrils. Everything in his body felt like it was on fire, as if there was nothing else in the world but pleasure and desperation.

He could feel every single movement of the tentacle inside him, every slick inch pressing deeper than any toy had ever managed before. He could feel them dragging themselves across every inch of flesh and muscle until Sebastian was certain they would pull something apart if they didn’t stop soon. The thought of them breaking him had Sebastian practically aching for more, but he knew that wouldn’t happen. The creatures seemed to be more careful than that, they knew how to control their strength even when they were using their bodies for pleasure.

 One of the tendrils grabbed a tight hold of his cock, and Sebastian groaned in pleasure. It started off with stroking him slowly, his member throbbing with each gentle drag of the slimy appendage against his flesh, the friction almost too much to bear. He rocked his hips into the sensation, desperate for the growing ball of fire at his core. He didn’t know when the creature had started rubbing him or how long it had been going on for, but he didn’t want it to stop, not yet anyway.

Sebastian was close to cumming, he knew it. Every single nerve in his body was on fire, and every stroke was like an explosion in the back of his head. He whined around the tentacle in his mouth, and in response, he felt it press up against his tongue and swallow down every last noise he made. Slime poured down Sebastian’s throat as he sucked on the appendage greedily. 

His breaths came in short pants and moans, and with every gasp, more slime dripped into his mouth. His eyes rolled back into his head as the tentacle stroked him faster, quicker, squeezing tighter, harder. He was so close to orgasm he could almost taste it, and every stroke was bringing him closer to the edge. It felt incredible. It felt perfect. Sebastian was so close that he could almost see the stars in front of him.

The tendril wrapped tighter around Sebastian’s cock, and with one final thrust of their tentacle in his ass, Sebastian was finally pushed over the edge. His whole body shook from the pleasure coursing through him and his orgasm washed over him like a wave crashing against a cliffside. His entire body felt numb as his cock erupted, his cum splattering over the side of the dock and into the waves below.

But even once his body was completely spent, the tendrils didn't stop. They still kept their hold on him, their twisting, wiggling bodies curling in strange places, and sending unfamiliar jolts of pleasure throughout Sebastian. His body twitched and shuddered at their movements. He wasn’t sure just how much more he could take until something broke, but if he was honest, he didn’t want this to stop. 

The tendril in his ass kept sliding across the spot, pressing into his prostate until Sebastian didn’t think his legs would ever be able to carry him again. His head spun. Every nerve inside of him felt raw and broken. The constant waves of pleasure shook his body again and again, each rush stronger and more agonising than the last.  

Then the tendril buried itself as deep as it could before Sebastian felt something thick and cold release into him. He twitched and whined as the viscous substance coated his inner walls, filling him completely until all Sebastian could feel was the pleasant numbness in his lower half. It felt like he was floating on clouds. His whole body was tingling, and his limbs felt like jelly as he sunk into the feeling of complete ecstasy.

Sebastian’s head went blank, and his vision blurred as more and more of the viscous fluid filled him, leaving him fit to burst. He groaned and whimpered as more spurted inside him. His body shook and convulsed as he was filled past capacity. He could feel the tendril press against the muscles of his stomach, pushing out against them from the inside, as if seeking more space to fill. And it did, stretching him to a point that Sebastian was certain that he should’ve been in pain, but there was no pain, just that same feeling of complete ecstasy from before.

It pushed Sebastian right back over the edge of orgasm and he cried out as he spilled himself across the deck of the jetty, before collapsing forwards.  His eyes drooped, and he sank down into the comforting embrace of the sea creatures. Tentacles wrapped around his waist and propped him up as Sebastian’s mind drifted off to sleep. 

***

Sebastian awoke a couple of hours later and blinked blearily out across the water. The waves were calm now, lapping gently against the wooden dock as he laid there with one arm propping himself up. The rain had stopped at some point whilst he was asleep. He glanced around at the dock, trying to figure out what had happened or if someone had seen him, but everything was quiet save for the sound of the waves brushing against the shore and a light breeze blowing through the trees at the top of the beach.

He pushed himself up on shaking arms, trying to steady himself as he looked around. His vision spun as he tried to focus his eyes on the rippling waves. It took a couple of tries to blink everything back into focus, but when he did he realised something. 

There was absolutely nothing different about the beach; not a single thing was out of place.  

And yet...

Sebastian looked down at himself. His usually flat stomach was domed outwards, rounded and ready to burst with whatever those creatures had pumped into him. He gulped as he reached down and ran a hand over his distended stomach. He bit back a moan at the contact, pleasure shooting through his body. He tried to sit up completely, but the sheer fullness of his belly forced him back down onto his elbows. He breathed heavily as he continued to rub his swollen stomach. The feeling of being so full, so... bred, sent shivers running down his spine and goose bumps forming across his skin.

Sebastian closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths before forcing himself up into a sitting position. He moved as best as he could in order to pull his jeans up and fasten them over his swollen belly. Even when they were on and buttoned up they still cut uncomfortably into his skin and left little room to move comfortably, but it wasn’t too bad. It certainly wouldn’t be comfortable walking  back home, but it would have to do. He then tugged his shirt and hoodie down over the lump in an attempt to hide it from everyone else. The last thing he needed was anyone asking questions about it.

‘Shit…’ Sebastian cursed under his breath as he gingerly stood back up onto shaking legs, keeping one hand pressed against his stomach to keep him steady as he moved.

He wobbled a little on his first few steps forward, his hips swaying from side to side as he made his way towards the beach entrance. With each step his stomach rubbed uncomfortably against the waistband of his trousers, stretching out the denim just enough that Sebastian was sure it was going to rip open at any second. Sebastian didn’t know what would be worse: having to explain how he got this way or getting caught looking like this by someone else.

When he finally reached the cobblestone path that led into Pelican Town proper, Sebastian stopped and glanced over his shoulder back towards the ocean. He couldn’t see anything, but he knew they were there. He could feel it inside him. That knowledge sent another shiver running down Sebastian’s spine, and he smiled before turning back around and heading home.

Chapter 2: The Hunger

When Sebastian awoke the next morning, the first thing he noticed was the hunger gnawing away at his stomach. He hadn’t eaten anything when he’d come home, instead he had opted to sneak in, doing his best to avoid anyone else. He’d been lucky, with Maru being in her room, and Demetrius nowhere to be seen. He wasn’t sure where his Mom was, but she hadn’t knocked on his door at any point since he’d been back.

It wasn’t unusual, she never really bothered him in the mornings, especially when it was likely that he wouldn’t get up until midday. Still, it was nice to be left alone, especially considering the state he was in.

Sebastian turned his head to check the time, and saw that it was only quarter past six. He groaned and flopped back against the pillows of his bed. It was far too early to be awake, especially considering how little sleep he had actually gotten. Even with all the strange things that had happened yesterday, Sebastian had still been exhausted enough to fall asleep within moments of his head hitting the pillow.

In fact, he had slept dreamlessly, his mind completely blank despite the strangeness that had happened the day before. In fact, Sebastian could've sworn that it had all been just a dream, one of those weird sex dreams that he swore to never tell anyone, anyone other than Sam at least. But as Sebastian stretched, he could feel the ache in his body, the dull throb in his ass reminding him that something definitely happened. It all felt so surreal that Sebastian found it hard to believe that something like that could possibly happen to him, let alone in Pelican Town. He arched his back to try and stretch out the kink in his spine, but as he did he felt the alien weight of his belly. He had forgotten all about it, but now that he was fully conscious, Sebastian could feel just how heavy it was, how bloated he felt. Even despite the fact he was starving, there was a persistent fullness in his stomach.

Sebastian reached a hand down beneath the covers and ran it over his stomach, and he let out a low moan at the feeling. It felt incredible, better than anything he had ever experienced before. A shiver ran through his body, and he knew he needed more. More of what, he wasn't sure, but it was a nagging thought in the back of his skull. Sebastian rubbed his palm across the smooth surface of his stomach, feeling each and every bump beneath his fingers as he did. His skin felt hot, almost feverish, but it wasn’t uncomfortable.

His cock ached in his boxers as he massaged his belly, the need to touch himself growing stronger with each passing moment. He groaned softly and bit his bottom lip as he slipped a hand into his boxers and grabbed hold of his dick. He stroked it slowly, teasing himself with every movement of his fingers as he imagined what those creatures would feel like inside him again. The memory of last night sent goosebumps prickling across Sebastian’s skin and left him shivering in anticipation. His cock throbbed beneath Sebastian's grasp, and he squeezed tightly around the base before continuing to stroke himself. He dragged his hand down the shaft and pressed his thumb against the slit, spreading precome over the tip. It felt incredible.

But it wasn’t enough, he needed more.

Sebastian threw back the covers and stared down at his stomach. Just as he’d suspected, his belly was still a bulging mound, sticking out a couple inches. It was nothing compared to how it’d been the evening before, but it was still a significant difference from his usual concave torso. Sebastian ran his hands over it, tracing every curve and contour, feeling every inch of flesh beneath his fingertips.

He slid his hand down until it rested just above his pubic bone. Sebastian rubbed his stomach gently, and he could feel his cock twitch in response. It felt incredible to be so full, so... bred.

Sebastian squeezed around the base of his cock again, this time squeezing harder than before. He grunted softly as he started pumping himself slowly. He dragged his fist along his length, each movement slow and deliberate as he tried to prolong the sensation for as long as possible. Sebastian’s eyes fluttered shut as he concentrated on the feeling. His breath hitched slightly as he increased the pace of his strokes, and he let out a quiet moan as he did.

His thighs trembled beneath his touch, and Sebastian gasped as he felt something move inside him.

It was heavy, round, and as he squinted down at his belly he swore he saw something shift beneath the surface. Sebastian let go of his cock and pressed his hands against the sides of his stomach. He could feel it roll around inside him, pressing up against his walls as it slowly moved and twisted deep inside him. Whatever it was, it felt good, really fucking good.

He bit back a moan as it rolled over his prostate, sending sparks flying across his vision as he bucked his hips upwards involuntarily. It felt so amazing. Sebastian ground himself against whatever it was inside him, desperate for more. The sensation was unlike anything he’d ever experienced before, and it left him panting heavily as he continued to fuck himself on whatever was inside him.

‘Fuck,’ Sebastian moaned, throwing his head back against the pillow as he continued grinding himself against the moving thing inside him. He could feel it stretching his walls as it pressed against his prostate, and every inch of his body was trembling with pleasure. It felt incredible, so intense that Sebastian swore he was about to pass out. His entire body felt like it was on fire as he rode out every wave of pleasure that crashed over him. Sebastian couldn’t help himself; he needed more.

He reached back down between his legs and resumed stroking his cock, stroking faster than before. He gripped tightly around the base of his cock as he pumped himself. His body twitched uncontrollably as he fucked himself harder and faster than before, desperate for release. His breathing became ragged as he thrust his hips upwards, meeting every movement of his hand with a thrust of his hips.

Sebastian whimpered as he felt his orgasm building inside him. It felt so good, so good that he didn’t want to stop. He couldn’t stop. He needed more.

His climax hit him suddenly, and Sebastian gasped as he came harder than he had ever done before. His whole body convulsed violently as he came, white spots dancing across his vision as he shot his load across his bulging belly. Sebastian collapsed back against the bed as his orgasm subsided. He panted heavily as he laid there with his eyes closed, trying to catch his breath.

Sebastian’s eyelids felt heavy, and he knew he should probably get up and shower, but he couldn’t bring himself to move. Every part of him ached, every muscle strained from the exertion of fucking himself so intensely. His chest rose and fell rapidly as he struggled to regain control of his body, but every movement was exhausting.

He swallowed thickly, trying to ignore the burning desire to cum again already, but it wasn’t easy.

He rolled over onto his side and curled himself up into a ball, pulling the sheets up around himself as he did. Sebastian buried his face into the pillow beneath his head and tried to force himself to relax. His mind was racing with thoughts of last night, of how much pleasure he had felt. He wanted it all to happen again, and he wanted to be filled even more than he already was.

Sebastian groaned loudly as he realised just how badly he wanted to be taken by those creatures again. He needed to cool off, desperately.

Throwing the covers off of himself, Sebastian swung his legs over the edge of the bed. From this position it was clear just how round his belly was. It stuck out several inches in front of him, and Sebastian couldn’t help but run his hands across its taut surface. As he pressed his fingers into the mound, he was able to feel just how tight it was. He couldn’t recall ever feeling like this before, the way he was so bloated that it made him look almost... pregnant.

Sebastian shook the thought from his head and pushed himself up off of the bed. His legs were unsteady beneath him, his body unused to the sudden change in his centre of gravity. He stumbled over to the bathroom and flicked the light switch. He winced at the brightness of the fluorescent light bulb above the sink before stepping inside.

He turned the shower on and waited for the water to heat up. As he did so, he turned to the mirror and gave himself a once-over. 

Nothing about his reflection seemed to be any different than usual. His hair looked fine, albeit slightly damp from sweat. His skin was still pale as ever, although there was a faint flush of pink across his cheeks. Sebastian reached up and brushed a strand of hair out of his eyes. There was nothing particularly remarkable about his appearance today.

Except for his stomach, of course. 

Sebastian ran his hands across the expanse of his stomach and watched as it jiggled beneath his touch. It wasn’t huge by any means, but it was noticeable enough that Sebastian knew people would ask questions if they saw it. And he definitely didn’t want to even remotely try and explain just why he’d suddenly bloated to the point where he looked pregnant.

There was a chance it would go away with time, especially with how much it had shrunk already, but for now he would be able to cover it with just his usual hoodie. Besides, Sebastian couldn’t dwell on the what-ifs, not when his stomach still ached with hunger.

But there was no way he was going to risk going upstairs when he was still this much of a mess. So, Sebastian checked the water temperature with his hand before stepping into the shower. 

The hot spray of water cascaded down his body as Sebastian tilted his head back and sighed contentedly. He let the warmth wash away any lingering traces of last night’s activities, before reaching for the shampoo bottle. He poured a generous amount into his palm before lathering it through his hair. The scent of peppermint filled Sebastian’s nostrils, and he inhaled deeply as he massaged the shampoo into his scalp. The smell was calming, soothing, and Sebastian found himself relaxing into the shower as he rinsed his hair clean.

He picked up the bar of soap next and began scrubbing every inch of himself until he felt completely clean. After he was done, he continued to stand beneath the spray, soaking in the warmth of the water. It felt far better than it normally did, but he chalked it up to how cold and wet he’d been yesterday. Sebastian closed his eyes as he enjoyed the sensation. The heat seeped into his bones, warming him up from the inside out. He didn’t know how long he stood there, just enjoying the feeling of the water.

Eventually though, the water started to run cold, so Sebastian reluctantly turned it off. He stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel from the rack on the wall. He dried himself off as best he could without agitating his stomach, before wrapping the towel around his waist and walking back into his bedroom.

Sebastian rummaged through his closet until he found a clean pair of underwear, before slipping them on. He pulled out a black t-shirt and jeans, along with a black hoodie. 

As he got dressed, Sebastian noticed just how much his new belly got in the way. He struggled to button up his jeans properly, and he had to leave the zip undone just to fit himself in them. His t-shirt didn’t fare much better either. Sebastian frowned as he tried to pull the shirt down over his distended gut. It pushed outwards against the fabric, making him look bigger than he actually was. Sebastian groaned in frustration as he tugged at the hem of his shirt, trying to make it sit comfortably over his stomach, without making him look ridiculous in the process. 

Once the shirt dilemma was solved, Sebastian pulled on his hoodie, thankful that it was a couple sizes too big for him. The thick, baggy fabric obscured the bulge of his stomach, completely hiding it from view. Sebastian smiled triumphantly as he looked at himself in the mirror. He looked normal. Like nothing had changed.

Sebastian grabbed his phone from beside the bed and checked the time. It was almost half past eight now. He figured it was late enough for him to head upstairs and grab something to eat without drawing too much attention. Hopefully his mom would be busy with customers or something else to pay him any attention. Sebastian silently prayed that he wouldn’t run into Maru or Demetrius. He really wasn’t in the mood to deal with either of them right now. All he wanted was breakfast, and the gnawing hunger in his stomach made itself obvious as it growled loudly.

Sebastian took a deep breath and headed out of his room.

The kitchen was empty when Sebastian reached the top of the stairs. He could hear the familiar sound of the TV coming from the living room, so he guessed his Mom must've already opened the store. She always turned on the TV while she was working so that the customers wouldn't get bored. Sebastian didn’t mind; he preferred listening to music anyways.

He made his way over to the fridge and opened it up, taking a quick glance inside. There were a few things in here, but none of it was anything special. A carton of eggs, a bag of grapes, a container full of leftover spaghetti from the night before, butter, milk, and a container full of cheese.

None of it sounded appetising, and Sebastian had to stop himself from gagging as he caught a whiff of the leftover pasta.

Just then, he heard footsteps coming from the direction of the living room. Sebastian spun around and saw his mom enter the kitchen.

‘Morning, sweetie,’ she said brightly. ‘Did you sleep well?’

Sebastian nodded absentmindedly, his gaze focused on the refrigerator.

‘I’m starving,’ Sebastian grumbled as he rummaged through the fridge for something edible.

‘Well, help yourself. There’s plenty of stuff to eat,’ his mom replied, opening up the cupboard beside her. She pulled out a box of cereal and set it on the counter next to Sebastian. ‘Here, have some Frosted Flakes.’

Sebastian grimaced and shook his head.

‘No thanks. I’m not really in the mood for cereal.’

His mom frowned.

‘Well, how about some toast?’

Sebastian hesitated, but there was something deep within him that knew he would regret eating toast. So, he shook his head.

‘No, thanks. I’ll just grab something else.’

‘Okay, well, just let me know if you need anything else,’ his mom replied before leaving the kitchen.

Sebastian let out a sigh of relief once she left. He grabbed the box of cereal and set it aside, before returning to the fridge. He looked over the contents again, trying to figure out what he could eat that actually sounded good. He didn't think he'd have any problems eating any of it, but his stomach growled in protest.

‘What the hell am I supposed to eat?’ Sebastian muttered under his breath.

He glanced back at the Frosted Flakes and grabbed the box. He opened the top and pulled out a handful of flakes. He stared at them for a moment, before tossing the flakes into his mouth.

They tasted dry and bland. Not particularly appetising.

Sebastian dropped the rest of the flakes back into the box, and placed it back on the counter.

Maybe he was hungrier than he thought.

Sebastian continued searching the fridge, hoping to find something else he could eat. There wasn’t much, and nothing really appealed to him. Everything seemed so unappealing, so wrong. He grabbed the spaghetti and opened up the lid, giving it a quick sniff. The smell hit him instantly, and Sebastian gagged, dropping the container back onto the shelf.

There was no way in hell he was eating that. His stomach growled again, but this time it was angrier, and a painful pang ripped through Sebastian’s stomach. 

He groaned loudly, clutching his stomach.

This was torture.

He rummaged through the fridge one last time, desperately hoping to find something that sounded appetising, if at the very least edible. Pushing everything aside, Sebastian caught a glimpse of a covered dish. He pulled it out of the fridge and peeled back the cover to see a full tray of sashimi.

Sebastian breathed in deeply and the fishy scent that wafted from the plate was heavenly. He immediately grabbed one piece of salmon sashimi and popped it into his mouth. He chewed slowly, savouring the taste of the raw fish. He swallowed, before grabbing another piece. This time Sebastian ate it quickly, barely chewing before swallowing it down.

After eating three pieces of sashimi, Sebastian finally stopped. He leaned back against the counter and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. His stomach still ached, but it wasn’t as bad as it had been. Maybe he just needed a little more food in his system. Sebastian picked up another piece of salmon and popped it into his mouth. As he chewed, he realised just how hungry he actually felt, and there was no way that this small amount of sashimi was going to satiate him.

Sebastian grabbed another piece and swallowed it down. Then another, and another. Soon, he had eaten six more pieces of sashimi, and Sebastian began to wonder if maybe he had gone too far. His belly was definitely rounder than it had been before, although it wasn’t nearly as noticeable as it had been during his shower. But now that he was standing here, eating this sashimi, Sebastian realised just how hungry he had been. How starved he had felt since last night. He licked his lips and grabbed another piece.

He couldn’t stop himself from eating them now, they tasted so good. Sebastian swallowed down another piece and let out a satisfied moan. The sashimi filled his stomach pleasantly, and Sebastian didn’t want to stop until he ate every last bit of it.

By the time he had eaten twelve portions of sashimi, Sebastian no longer felt as though he was about to die of starvation, but despite the amount of sashimi in his stomach, he was still hungry. And unfortunately, there wasn’t any more sashimi left in the fridge. Sebastian closed the door to the fridge with a sigh and turned towards the cupboards. Maybe he could find something else there that would satisfy his craving?

He walked over to the nearest cupboard and pulled open the doors. Inside were shelves stacked with various cans, boxes and jars of food. Sebastian searched through the contents of each shelf carefully, trying to decide what he wanted to eat next. He didn’t know exactly what he was looking for, but he knew he wanted something salty. Something delicious. 

Sebastian browsed through every shelf, but couldn’t find anything that interested him. The only thing left on the bottom shelf was a jar of pickled radishes. Sebastian stared at it for a moment, contemplating whether or not it was even close to what he wanted. It didn't take long to figure out that the answer was no.

Defeated, he closed the cupboard, and went in search of something else to eat. As Sebastian searched the cupboards, he couldn’t help but notice how bloated his stomach felt. It was starting to feel a little uncomfortable, and he knew it probably wouldn’t stay down if he ate any more. But, despite this knowledge, Sebastian didn’t care. He couldn’t stop himself from wanting to eat more. He wanted to fill himself with something else, anything else.

It was then that Sebastian remembered the stash of snacks he’d gotten for the next game night that were hidden in his room, away from prying eyes. His Mom and Demetrius wouldn’t approve of him eating all that junk food, but that didn’t stop him from wanting to gorge himself on crisps, chocolate bars, cookies, cakes, popcorn, seaweed, donuts...

He would stop once he was full, and that would be it. Nothing else would happen, and he could just go back to life as normal.

Sebastian raced out of the kitchen and towards his bedroom as quickly as he could, barely remembering to grab his phone on the way down the stairs. The whole time he made sure that he kept a hand pressed firmly against his stomach to keep it from jiggling too much with every step he took.

Sebastian unlocked his bedroom door and slipped inside. He quickly locked it behind him and pulled open the bottom drawer of his desk, where he kept his snacks stash hidden away from prying eyes. It was an unnecessarily large amount of food, but he liked having these secret supplies that were just for him and Sam.

He pulled the drawer out and placed it on top of the desk, moving his keyboard to one side. That way he could reach whatever he wanted, all from the comfort of his chair. The first thing he grabbed from the drawer was a bar of chocolate, which he immediately unwrapped and began devouring. As Sebastian ate the chocolate, he grabbed another two candy bars from the drawer and ate them in quick succession. Once he’d finished eating those, he grabbed another candy bar and a pack of six doughnuts. He tore open the package and grabbed a doughnut, before popping it into his mouth.

Sebastian groaned loudly as he took another bite of the doughnut. It tasted so good, so delicious. The chocolate frosting was sweet and creamy, and Sebastian couldn’t help but eat another bite. It didn’t take long before he finished the entire box of doughnuts, and Sebastian couldn’t believe just how much he had eaten. And yet, he still wasn’t full; he wasn’t even close.

So, he reached for the next thing he saw, a pack of chocolate chip cookies. He ripped open the package and grabbed three cookies at once, cramming them into his mouth as fast as he could swallow them down. Sebastian chewed eagerly, savouring every bite as he continued to stuff his face with treats. It was so good; he couldn’t stop himself.

After finishing the package of cookies, Sebastian reached for the next treat that caught his eye: the large pack of cake bars. He grabbed three and stuffed them into his mouth, barely chewing them before swallowing them down. His mouth felt so full as he swallowed the cakes down. Sebastian gulped loudly before reaching for another one, which he shoved into his mouth along with another two, all at once. The sugary treats tasted so sweet in his mouth. They filled him with warmth and happiness as he kept on eating. He devoured another three, and then another five. Soon, Sebastian was on his last bar, and he shoved that into his mouth as well.

As he swallowed, he heard a distinct ‘pop’ and he glanced down to see the button on his jeans was no longer there, instead replaced with a tiny bit of thread. The bulge of his stomach pushed the flaps of his jeans open, allowing the bottom of his t-shirt to slide up, exposing his slightly rounded belly to the open air. 

He looked completely stuffed, the pale skin of his stomach slightly red with how much it was being stretched by his stomach. But even after finishing the packet of cake bars, Sebastian’s hunger still hadn’t been curbed. If anything, he felt hungrier now than before he’d started on the snack drawer. 

As swallowed his mouthful, he winced at the sweetness still lingering on his tongue. He usually liked the taste, but for whatever reason, the rich chocolate didn’t taste the same to him. And despite how much he’d eaten, he was still so hungry. But he didn’t know if he could handle another sweet thing passing his lips, no, he needed something savoury. Something salty.

Sebastian grabbed hold of the first bag of chips he came across, which happened to be a bag of salt & vinegar flavour. He ripped open the packet and stuffed a handful into his mouth. He chewed greedily as he took another handful out of the bag. They tasted good, but not quite good enough to satisfy his hunger. So, he grabbed another bag, this time one of sour cream & onion flavour. Sebastian tore open the top and dug his fingers inside, grabbing a fistful of chips and bringing them to his lips. He shovelled them into his mouth with ease, hardly bothering to chew before swallowing them down.

The snack didn’t fill him up at all, so Sebastian decided to grab another bag of chips and opened it up. This time he grabbed a handful of BBQ flavoured ones instead of sour cream & onion, and brought them up to his mouth. Sebastian shoved them in with one hand while using the other to rip open another bag of chips and grab a handful out of that. He chewed rapidly, trying to keep up with the speed at which he was devouring his snack. His stomach let out a loud gurgle, begging for more food.

He glanced down to see the once subtle curve of his belly pressing against his oversized hoodie. Sebastian put his hand against it, and winced at how tight his skin felt beneath the fabric. He poked at it a couple times and groaned at the fact that his belly didn’t budge beneath his touch. It wasn’t like it had been yesterday, but it was definitely noticeable enough that anyone who looked at him would see it. But despite his apparent fullness, Sebastian still found himself hungry, craving more salty food than he’d already eaten.

He dropped the chip bags on top of his desk before reaching down into his drawers for another bag of potato chips. He tore open the packaging and threw another handful into his mouth as he reached over to grab a different kind of bag. As Sebastian began munching away at his newest treat - a pack of crispy prawn crackers - he vaguely recalled how much Sam loved these things, but Sebastian couldn’t recall why. They were usually too salty for Sebastian’s tastes, but right now they were the perfect snack.

With every mouthful, Sebastian felt a sense of satisfaction wash over him. And as he continued to eat, he could feel the hunger pangs that had plagued him earlier begin to dissipate. Something about the mixture of salt and other flavours had begun to settle his starving body, but he still found himself wanting more. 

He set the empty package aside and grabbed another, this one filled with salted pretzels. He opened up the package and stuck his hand inside, pulling out a fistful of pretzels and bringing them to his mouth. Sebastian chewed quickly and swallowed before doing it again. He stuffed another handful in his mouth as he reached over to grab another snack to eat. He grabbed the first thing he found - a small packet of corn chips. Sebastian tore it open with his teeth and began stuffing his mouth with them. 

The saltiness was perfect, and everything soon became a blur as Sebastian stuffed himself with every single salty snack that he’d had in the stash. He couldn’t stop himself from devouring every single one, until there was nothing left but the empty packages that littered the floor. But as the final packet passed his lips, he finally felt the raging hunger disappear.

Sebastian groaned loudly and clutched at his belly as he leaned back to try and make more room in his overstuffed gut. It felt so tight, so full of food, but at the same time, he felt... perfect.

Well, almost perfect.

It must’ve been the sheer amount of salt in his body, because not even a minute had passed before Sebastian's mouth felt dry with thirst. He was in desperate need of something to quench the thirst that burned his throat.

Sebastian looked at the litre bottle full of water that sat on his desk and picked it up. He lifted the bottle to his lips, and drank. As he swallowed, he could feel his stomach bloat out further from the extra liquid, but he couldn’t bring himself to stop. He drank as fast as he could, trying to sate his thirst as quickly as possible. Sebastian’s stomach gurgled as he drained the bottle of water, but he couldn’t stop until he’d finished drinking.

His belly swelled up even more from all the liquid, and Sebastian was surprised that his skin hadn’t burst yet. His hoodie had ridden up during his binge, exposing a swathe of pale, bloated skin. He set down the empty water bottle, before pressing both hands to his belly.

‘Fuck,’ Sebastian sighed as he looked down at his rounded belly.

He pushed his hoodie up over the curve, and now without the fabric in the way it was obvious just how bloated his stomach was. The mound was easily larger than a basketball, and just as taut as one. It sat heavily on his lap, even as he leant back against his chair. 

It felt warm beneath his fingertips, and he couldn’t help but groan softly as he stroked it gently. He felt amazing. So full and content. His body was aching, but not uncomfortably. There was a deep sense of satisfaction coursing through him, and he didn’t want to move from this spot ever again. In honesty, he wasn’t even sure if he could move, the sheer weight of his belly pressed him into his chair, not that Sebastian was about to complain. He didn’t exactly have anywhere he needed to be, so there was no harm in just staying at his desk all day.

The feeling of contentment didn’t last long though, as the moment his mind turned back towards his work, he still had a project to finish after all. 

Sebastian shifted in his seat, opening his legs so that the mound of his belly could rest between his thighs. The slight movement jostled his overstuffed belly, and he couldn't deny how good it felt being so full. He pulled his keyboard back into place and rested one hand on his belly as he got to work. 

Notes:

Sorry this chapter took so long, I've had a lot on my mind recently, as well as other stuff :) But thank you for being patient!
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Chapter 3: The Thirst

The satisfaction of his snack-filled binge only lasted until Sebastian finished the half-way point of his project; which was to say a few hours at most. The combination of work and the steady weight on his lap was enough to keep him in place, but he couldn’t ignore the steadily increasing hunger as the hours passed.

Typically Sebastian wouldn’t even bother even thinking about food again until the sun had set, but there was an emerging hunger bubbling away in his stomach. The thought that he could even be hungry after his binge that morning was imperceivable, even more so when Sebastian checked the clock only to see that it was barely two in the afternoon. 

It was an acceptable time for lunch, all things considered, but it still meant everyone else was home. His Mom would be working, which meant the likelihood of getting dragged into a conversation with someone from town was almost absolute, and having to talk with anyone was the last thing Sebastian wanted.

It was fine, all he had to do was wait a few hours and he’d get something to eat then, no big deal. Sebastian would just continue his work until then. Easy, right?

After what felt like an eternity of fixing code and trying to understand his clients vision, Sebastian couldn’t ignore the empty ache in his stomach. A deep growl sounded through his otherwise silent room, and Sebastian clutched a hand over his stomach.

‘Oh, fuck,’ Sebastian swore and slid a hand beneath his shirt.

He attempted to ease the ache by massaging his belly, only to find that his fingers sunk into soft flesh, rather than the hard, swollen mound he’d sported all morning. Sebastian lifted his hoodie and shirt to see that what he felt was the truth. A soft layer had appeared over his bloated stomach. It wasn’t much, but it felt alien to Sebastian, and gave him the look of a newly sprouting beer-belly.

He pressed tentative fingers into the mound, the softness beneath his fingertips strange, but it created a warmth in his cheeks as he poked and prodded at his new asset. But no amount of prodding or rubbing soothed the hunger aches in his stomach, and it growled again.

Sebastian lowered his shirt and sifted through the wrappers on his desk, hoping to find something, anything, to eat. All he needed was a snack to tide him over until the coast was clear upstairs, but wrapper after wrapper left him hopeless.

His stomach growled again, and it felt as though he was being eaten alive from the inside. With little else to satiate him, Sebastian grabbed a bottle of water and wrenched the cap before gulping back mouthful after mouthful of water. He groaned as he drained the litre bottle, the liquid feeling heavy in his empty stomach. As the last drops hit his tongue, Sebastian sucked in a deep breath and waited for his stomach to settle.

As he pushed himself to his feet, Sebastian could feel the water sloshing around inside of him, the sound more akin to a water balloon than anything else. The water had curbed the deep ache in his belly, but Sebastian knew it would be back, he’d just hoped it would be later rather than sooner.

 He checked the clock, only to find that a mere fifteen minutes had passed. Somehow, he’d have to wait another four hours to be safe, and Sebastian looked at what was left of his stash. 

Most of the foods that he’d deemed unappetising earlier still lay on the floor in a scattered mound. The majority of it was sweet: cakes, chocolate, candy, and whatever else he’d gathered. But none of it sounded appealing to him, even with the hunger edging its way back into his body. 

Even so, it wasn’t like he had much of a choice. They would have to do.

Sebastian gathered up the leftovers and piled them closer to him, moving the wrappers onto a pile on the floor. Alongside them, he filled a few bottles of water from his bathroom before settling back into his chair. He’d hoped that splitting his mind between work and eating would help the time pass enough that he could eventually leave and head down to Joja Mart. Chances were that no one else would be out shopping so late, giving Seb a chance to stock up on what he really wanted.

The truth was that he wasn’t sure what he wanted. Salt was about as far as his cravings went, but as he put the sweet treats into his mouth, Sebastian began to think about the snacks he’d eaten before that actually helped fill a hole in his stomach.

The sashimi had definitely helped, whether or not it was because it was the first thing he’d eaten, Sebastian wasn’t sure. The salt was definitely helpful, but more so he wanted more prawn crackers. But the more he thought about it, the more he realised just how much he wanted some more sashimi. He didn’t care what kind either. In fact, anything fishy sounded good to him. Sashimi, maki rolls, baked fish, calamari, salmon dinner, carp surprise, fish tacos, crispy bass, trout soup, spicy eel, dish o’ the sea, seafoam pudding, chowder, fish stew, fried eel, lobster bisque, crab cakes, shrimp cocktail, maybe he’d even settle for algae soup or pale broth. 

The mere thought of the fishy, salty taste had him salivating, but it didn’t help to make the sweet snacks before him any more appetising, and it certainly didn’t help to fill the blackhole of his stomach as it growled hungrily.

Sebastian looked at the food and wondered if he had anything to make it more palatable. Without being able to have fish, he’d have to settle for the next best thing: salt. And Sebastian just so happened to have a stash of loose salt packets that he and Sam had drunkenly swiped from the saloon.

Sebastian rummaged through the remnants of the snack drawer, picking up the small, single serving packets before dumping all the ones he’d found on his desk. He slumped back into his chair before tearing open one of the packets and emptying it onto one of the sickly-sweet doughnuts. The sight of the salt had his taste buds watering, and he took a bite out of the soft treat. The sweet taste of the doughnut was quickly tinged with the healthy helping of salt, and Sebastian shoved the rest of it into his mouth. 

After he’d swallowed, he took a large gulp of water to wash it all down, moaning around the bottle as the cold water slipped down his throat. He’d drained half the bottle before pulling away to breathe, and he placed the bottle back down on the desk to rip open another salt packet.

With his plan working, Sebastian went one by one, coating the sweet snacks in salt and washing each down with copious amounts of water. It was enough to satiate his cravings, at least, so Sebastian got back to work, just waiting for the rest of his family to disappear.

Between snacking, drinking, and typing, the time began to steadily tick by. With each line of code revised or re-written entirely, another snack passed Sebastian’s lips alongside at least 250ml of water. Each one soon began to add a heaviness to his stomach as it stretched to accommodate all of the food and liquid inside him. But he wasn’t in pain, in fact, he barely even noticed it, instead he eagerly pushed a salted poppy muffin into his mouth whole.

Bite after bite, drink after drink, Sebastian made his way through the pile of snacks on his desk until he reached out only to find wrappers. Frowning, he finished his line of code before searching the desk more thoroughly, but it was pointless. All that was left was a pile of mess that he’d somehow have to get rid of without raising suspicion. On top of that, all of the bottles of water were empty, and Sebastian’s mouth felt dry just looking at them.

It wasn’t a big deal, he had a sink after all. But as he moved to get up he was suddenly painfully aware of just how much food and water was stuffed into his belly.

It rested more firmly on his lap than it had done before, the beginnings of his beer-belly earlier had now expanded to a straight up gut that stretched the limits of his t-shirt so much so that Sebastian could see a wide swathe of pale skin. He took a deep breath and watched the mound rise and fall, pushing against the confines of his clothing.

With a groan, Sebastian pushed his chair back enough so that he was able to use his desk to struggle onto his feet. The weight of his belly left him feeling unsteady, and he found himself leaning back to counter the sudden surge in weight. He took a few moments to garner the strength to move, but once he’d found his balance he slowly turned and began to walk towards the bathroom.

Well, walk was a strong word. 

The extra weight made each step feel laborious, and Sebastian felt himself doing what was more akin to a waddle than a walk. With each step he could feel the contents of his stomach sloshing around, and he felt his dick twitch as panted breaths passed through his lips.

As he passed the mirror, his heart only raced faster as he caught sight of what he looked like. The rest of his body looked as it normally did, only now it looked as though Sebastian had swallowed a basketball. Even his hoodie was struggling to conceal his bloated gut, and he stopped to push his hoodie up over the mound.

The sight was intoxicating, and Sebastian watched as the colour filled his cheeks. He prodded his fingers into the taut skin of his belly, only to find that he was so full it didn’t budge at all.

He was completely and utterly stuffed.

Only, he didn’t feel like he was. In fact, Sebastian didn’t feel full, but he also wasn’t hungry; he was… comfortable. Comfortable, and so, so horny.

Despite the thirst in his mouth, Seb decided that he needed a shower, if only to have an excuse to feel himself up under the rushing water. Sebastian checked the time, and when he realised it was still only five, it only solidated his plan. He still had an hour to kill before he could risk venturing out to refill his stash, and what better way to waste time than to stand under the warm spray.

Sebastian lifted the hoodie over his head, not being able to ignore the way his belly sloshed around at the movement. With his hoodie out of the way, he could clearly see the effect that his day of snacking had had on his body.

The small, soft layer of fat that had formed over his belly was all but obsolete now, with a rounded, stuffed gut pushing his shirt up to rest above the mound. His pale skin had a thin sheen of sweat over it, and his skin reddened where it was being stretched to capacity. It looked far more uncomfortable and painful than it felt, and Sebastian lay a hand over the mound.

If he hadn’t known any better, he would’ve said he was pregnant with how full and bloated he looked. And Sebastian was loving it.

He slipped his shirt off the rest of the way before moving to remove his already broken jeans. His belly had pushed aside the waistband until it sat below his belly, and he had to fight the fabric down over his hips and thighs before being able to step out of them. 

He hadn’t recalled it being so difficult to put them on that morning, but as he looked in the mirror, he saw why. The thin layer of fat from earlier hadn’t just been focused on his belly, but rather his whole body, with only a portion of it rounding out his waist. 

Just a few days ago Sebastian had been skinny all over, with barely any fat covering his body. But now, as he turned around, he couldn’t help but notice just how rounded his ass had become, and it was supported by his thickened thighs. All in all, Sebastian looked… hot.

That was just another thing that felt strange to him, he found himself actually looking at his body in the mirror without a hint of disgust. He didn’t just like the way he looked now, he loved it, every single inch. The longer his eyes lingered over his pale skin, the more he began to wonder what his afternoon of snacking would change.

Would his weight rise even more? Would the weight stay on his belly, or would it continue filling out his lower half? Only time would tell, but the thoughts made Sebastian needy with lust, and his mind wandered to the box stashed beneath his bed.

Sebastian stepped out of his jeans and moved over to his bed. Getting onto his knees was far more difficult with all the new weight on his front, but Sebastian lowered himself to the ground slowly. His box of toys was pushed far under his bed away from prying eyes, but as Sebastian leant forwards to reach beneath the bed, the rounded ball of his stomach stopped him. Instead, Sebastian panted as he rolled onto his back, and the full weight pressing down on him felt euphoric. But he persisted, feeling too empty inside to make use of his desire.

Sebastian’s fingertips brushed the box, and he grabbed at it until he was able to pull it out from under the bed.

Sitting up was harder than sitting down, and Sebastian tried to push himself up, his belly sloshing around on top of him. His arms strained as his back arched and with a groan Sebastian pulled himself up.

 Sebastian’s belly sat between his splayed thighs, and he pulled the box into reach. The box was unremarkable, the same plain cardboard that the majority of his packages arrived in, but there was something about the contents that left him burning. He flipped the lid and looked inside. A variety of toys had been crammed inside, but all Sebastian really cared about was one that he’d buried behind everything else, a joke gift from Sam that he’d never opened, but it just felt right. 

He moved aside everything else and pulled out the discreet black box. It wasn’t small by any means, in fact it was the largest thing Sebastian owned at supposedly ten inches long and widened up to five inches towards the base.

Sebastian opened the box and gently pulled the silicone toy out. It was black with a deep purple sheen, and looked like a long, girthy tentacle. Divots on the side represented the suckers, and as Sebastian ran his fingers over them, his mind filled with thoughts of rain and sea water, and being used by whatever had lurked beneath the waves that night.

Sebastian bit his lip and groaned at his aching dick where it was being pressed under his weighty belly. Using his bed for leverage, he hauled himself onto his feet before waddling to the bathroom, toy in hand.

He pushed his boxers down until he was able to just step out of them, and leant in to turn on the shower. But with his belly weighing him down, he couldn’t move fast enough to avoid the cold spray. 

The discomfort was short lived, and Seb realised as the cold water ran down his back that it felt good. There was a strange comfort in the frozen spray, the same comfort he’d found in the salt. What the cold water didn’t do was calm his desire, and Sebastian stepped into the spray and let the water wash over his whole body.

He placed the toy on the side as he ran his hands over his body. He toyed with the new, plush fat, sinking his fingers into his thighs and reaching around to grab his ass. Everything about his body felt so different to him now, but he couldn’t deny just how good it felt.

Sebastian moaned as he felt himself up, trying to imagine that his hands were someone else's. He didn’t care who. Something in his brain was begging for someone else’s touch, to feel the warmth of someone pressed up against him, to cherish his body the way it should’ve been all along. But especially now with all the curves widening his once lean frame. 

His whole body ached with need, and he looked down at the tentacle-like toy sitting at the edge of the tub. He felt his dick twitch at the thoughts that flooded his mind before the realisation hit him.

How the fuck was he going to fuck himself?

With the stuffed weight of his belly, bending over was out of the question entirely. Instead, he looked down at the tub itself; there was enough room, sure, but it would mean that his knees were likely going to hurt later.

But that was a later problem, and right now Sebastian was sick with need.

He carefully lowered himself to the tub, before grabbing the toy and suctioning it to the bottom of the tub, just beneath where the spray hit at the center. Sebastian kneeled above the toy, lining it up with his waiting hole. To his surprise, he sank onto the tip with ease, and he bit back a moan as he slid over the bumps of the suckers.

The further he sank, the more full he felt, the more it stretched him open, the more his mind was washed over with pure ecstasy. He gripped the edges of the tub until his knuckles turned white and he panted and whined as he slowly took in the whole ten inches of silicone. 

He could feel it prodding his insides as it stretched him open, wider than he should’ve been able to go with so little practice, but his body took it in with ease.

Sebastian hit the base sooner than he thought, and he rubbed a hand over his bulging belly. The fullness was uncanny, but it was just the thing Sebastian was chasing after. But it almost wasn’t enough. Not just yet.

The feeling of water rushing over his skin only amplified that need, and Sebastian’s eyes wandered around the bath until they stopped on the taps in front of him. He could almost hear the water rushing within, water that he wanted, no, needed, inside of him.

Without thinking, Sebastian leant forwards, the toy inside of him shifting and rubbing against his insides as he did so. It took some trial and error, but Sebastian moved enough to lean on his bloated belly as he tilted his head and wrapped his lips around the head of the tap. 

It was an awkward angle, and Sebastian could taste the metal in his mouth, but as he turned the tap on, the feeling of the cold water slipping down his throat had him moaning as the toy filled his other hole. He rocked his hips, thrusting the toy deeper and swallowing down the icy stream, the coolness washing over him.

Every part of his body was filled, his ass, his mouth, his stomach, and everything was exactly what he wanted, no, needed. He continued rocking his hips and swallowing the water down, and his eyes began to roll back, a euphoric high filling him.

As the minutes passed, Sebastian could feel his body fill even more, the fullness growing more and more, and it only spurred him on. He continued to drink more and more, swallowing gulp after gulp of water. His belly grew tighter, his skin stretched beyond its limits.

He groaned, unable to think clearly, unable to do anything other than drink, and fuck himself with the silicone tentacle.

It wasn’t enough, and Sebastian reached a hand down between his bloated bellies and thickened thighs to palm his neglected cock. As he began to stroke himself, he felt the pressure grow, and the heat pooled in his stomach.

He was so close.

Sebastian stroked faster and fucked himself harder, his body aching for release.

So close.

Sebastian came, the orgasm ripping through him. He gasped and choked as his vision went white, and his body shook with pleasure.

When the world came back into focus, Sebastian was slumped over the side of the tub, the toy still firmly lodged inside him. He was panting heavily, and his heart was racing. He lifted his head and looked down at his belly. It was enormous, swollen and heavy.

Sebastian could hardly believe his eyes, and he reached out a shaky hand to touch his stomach. As soon as his fingers made contact, he winced. It was tender, and the skin was stretched so tightly that it felt like it might burst at any moment.

He had no idea how much water he had swallowed but judging by the size of his belly, it was far more than he’d done so the entire afternoon prior.

Sebastian knew he should have been worried, but the feeling of the water sloshing around inside him was too good. Even as he lay there under the spray, he could feel the water gurgling away in his overstuffed belly.

The feeling of being completely and utterly stuffed was intoxicating, and Sebastian couldn’t get enough of it. He wanted to be even bigger, to be filled with so much water and food that his skin would stretch beyond its limits.

He moaned softly as he imagined what it would feel like, his body bloated and heavy, his stomach so big that it would push aside his legs and hold them open. His belly so heavy that it pinned him down in place, leaving him at the whim of someone, or something, else entirely. 

As Sebastian rested his head against the tub and let the water rush down over him, his mind was filled with the thought of being fucked by someone else. Of being used and fucked hard by a monster that had used him as nothing more than a sex toy.

He needed to be fucked again.

His hand moved down over his belly as he imagined what it would be like to have it completely stuffed to the point where his skin threatened to rip open. The pressure of his fingers was heavenly against his over-sensitive skin, and he groaned softly as his eyes fluttered shut.

Sebastian knew he was getting worked up, but he couldn't help himself, he was already hard again. He didn't care if he couldn’t fuck himself, he wanted something, anything inside of him.

He reached out with his other hand and turned off the taps before slowly pulling the toy out of him. As it slid out of his ass, he moaned, the emptiness left behind almost unbearable. Sebastian whimpered as he looked down at his swollen belly, desperate to be filled.

It took some effort to get onto his feet, but as he stood under the warm spray of the shower, his stomach pressed heavily against the glass door. He felt so full, and as he looked down, he swore he saw a tiny bit of movement beneath the taut skin of his belly. It was barely noticeable, but it was there, and as Sebastian looked at it, his mind filled with thoughts of being filled by the monster that had come out of the sea.

His dick twitched as he imagined himself being filled to the brim by the tentacled monster, the thought of being fucked hard and full of cum sending his mind into a frenzy. He reached out a hand and rested it against his belly, rubbing over the stretched skin.

He imagined a tentacle-like appendage wrapping around his stomach, before it thrust in and out of him, stuffing all of his holes with so much slick goo that it just seeped out of him.

Sebastian stroked himself faster, his hand moving up and down his shaft. His cock was leaking, and the precum mixed with the water and made it slippery in his hand. He didn't care, he just needed more. He needed to be stuffed, to feel as though he was going to burst at any moment.

He needed to be fucked, to have his body used as a toy for its pleasure.

His eyes fluttered shut as he came again, the orgasm washing over him in waves. He felt light-headed, and the pressure in his gut was almost unbearable. It was almost too much, but Sebastian couldn't stop himself. He kept stroking himself, pushing through the pain as he came over and over again, until he could barely move.

As he came down from his high, the reality of what he had done started to creep in, and he realised just how full he felt. He knew he should've been worried about the amount of food and water that he'd eaten, but Sebastian couldn't bring himself to feel guilty. Not when he felt so amazing, so full and content.

It took some effort to get his legs to move, but eventually Sebastian managed to push himself out of the shower and walk over to the mirror. He looked like a mess. His eyes were glazed over, and his lips were parted as he panted. His face was red with exertion, and the droplets of water on his skin were like a dew on a spider’s web.

But even so, he couldn’t deny that he looked good. Even in the state he was in, he still looked hot, and he couldn't help but run his hands over the swell of his belly.

Sebastian looked over his shoulder at the clock, and was comforted to find that it was already half-past six. Somehow, he’d wasted over an hour in the shower, and as much as Sebastian  wanted to use the time to his advantage, he could feel exhaustion weighing heavily on him. Not enough to have a full night’s sleep, but a few hours was more than enough.

Sebastian grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his body before walking out of the bathroom and towards his bed. As he did so, he could feel the weight of his stomach pressing down against the fabric of his towel. It felt heavy, and as he moved he could swear he could hear it sloshing around inside him.

He took a few deep breaths as he lay down on his bed. The moment he settled into his pillow, he felt the exhaustion wash over him, and he was asleep in minutes.

As he'd expected, Sebastian woke up just a few hours later, and the digital clock flashed the time of ten-sixteen. He groaned and stretched his limbs before sitting up. He was still stuffed, but it felt different now. His belly had begun to shrink, and there was a faint feeling of emptiness inside him.

He got up from his bed and walked towards the mirror. Sebastian took in the sight of his naked body, and couldn't help but admire what he saw.

His gut had shrunk slightly, and his ass still looked plump and full. His thighs looked even thicker now, and it seemed that his afternoon of snacking had caused a layer of fat to spread across the rest of his body. Sebastian was still pale, but it wasn’t in the same way he had before. Instead of the ghostly paleness, his skin had a glow to it, and his body looked... healthy. He looked healthy.

He ran a hand over his chest and stomach, his skin feeling soft and smooth beneath his fingertips. His belly still had a feeling of being bloated, but his fingers sunk a good inch into the flesh before reaching any firmness. It was still heavy, but the feeling of it against his skin was nice, and Sebastian couldn’t deny the brief thought of wanting more.

As his mind wandered to all the places he wanted to see grow, he heard the unmistakable chime of his phone. It was already ten-thirty, which meant there was only one culprit who’d be awake at such a time: Sam.

Sebastian walked over to his desk and grabbed his phone, unlocking it before looking at the text that was waiting for him.

Sam: heyyy, you still up?

Sebastian: Yeah, what’s up

Sam: you okay? You’ve been super quiet since last night

Sebastian: Yea I’m fine

Sam: i’m not buying that, you’re usually a bit more... well, alive

Sebastian’s fingers hovered over the keyboard, unsure of what to type out. He hadn’t seen Sam in two days, which wasn't unusual with their work schedules, but so much had happened in those two days. How the hell was he even going to attempt to explain any of this to Sam. But then again, Sam was probably the most likely person who would believe him, if his stories of seeing strange creatures out in the forest lake, or by the old beach farm were anything to go by.

Sebastian: Just tired I guess

It was a lie, but one told so easily. 

Sam: awww that sucks. 

Sam: wanna hang out? 

Sam: just got off work :D

Sebastian smiled at the texts, and he moved to sit back on his bed. He looked past the phone in his hand to his softened belly. With any luck Sam wouldn't notice it under baggy clothes, but even if he did, what would he say? 

Sam had never been one to comment on Seb’s weight, only when it got to the point where he was worried about him skipping meals because of work. In fact, Sam would likely appreciate the few extra pounds on Sebastian’s frame, especially after all the years Sam had spent subtly sliding Sebastian a few extra snacks when their parents weren’t looking. 

Maybe, just maybe, Sebastian could tell him. Sam would probably laugh, in disbelief at first, maybe he'd even call Seb crazy, but out of everyone, he was the most likely to eventually believe him.

But he couldn’t just text Sam about what had happened, it was too much. ‘Yeah I’m super tired because I got used by some weird tentacle monster down at the docks and I’ve spent the last day stuffing myself with anything I could get my hands on, while also being super fucking horny’. 

No, this was a conversation to have in person.

Sam: i’m at the old beach, you wanna meet up here?

Sebastian: sounds good, i’ll see you soon

The old beach by the farm was about a half hour walk from home, and Sebastian wondered if he’d even make it in the state he was in. As he sat on his bed and considered what he was going to wear, his stomach grumbled and groaned, the sound more audible without his hoodie.

Sebastian placed a hand on his stomach and rubbed gently. His skin felt warmer now, and the more he touched it, the more he swore he could hear something inside his belly, gurgling away. But not the same gurgling as the water, or even as the hunger, this was different, and it felt as though it was far deeper in his body.

Sebastian moved his hand to the side of his stomach and rubbed over the side. He could feel something underneath, a thick, oval-like object that shifted at his touch. Was that what he was feeling inside of him that morning?

Seb’s phone buzzed again, and brought him out of his confusion.

Sam: i got a load of stuff btw!

Sam: perks of working a joja ;)

Sebastian rolled his eyes, the last time Sam had said that, he’d shown up with about ten crates of Joja Cola that had been damaged in transit. Before, Sebastian would have left Sam to clear it on his own, or waited until he got high enough to drink or eat whatever Sam had, but he couldn’t ignore the fluttering in his chest as he thought about the food Sam got for them. For him.

Sebastian: What did you get?

Sam: you’ll just have to come and see for yourself ;)

Sebastian: Fine, I’m on my way

Sebastian pushed himself off the bed and grabbed the largest hoodie he owned before slipping it over his head. The thick fabric concealed all of the new curves of his upper body, and it hung low enough that Sebastian would be able to get away with gorging himself on whatever food Sam had grabbed without fear of his hoodie rising up and revealing anything. Jeans were a different issue entirely, and Sebastian began to curse himself for only buying skinny jeans. But he pulled out all of his pairs and found the singular pair of baggy jeans he owned at the back of his drawer. 

With a fresh pair of boxers hugging his ass and hips, and the baggiest pair of jeans he owned, Sebastian looked in the mirror, and was pleased to find that he looked normal. With a brief glance, no one would be any the wiser to his sudden weight gain, other than the slight fullness to his cheeks that he’d have to blame on something else. 

What was the excuse Maru always used? Water weight? Yeah, he’d use that.

He grabbed his phone off his bed and messaged Sam to let him know he was on his way, before heading up the stairs and slipping out into the cold air of the night.

Notes:

Soooo.... sorry it's been a while. Since the last chapter I got a new job in a cafe, so I actually have evenings free. However it wasn't until like last week that I had any motivation to write at all, but then I've just written this whole chapter in like 4 days??? So here's hoping that lasts lol.

Also as a fun fact, I hand-write everything first before typing it up. And it turns out a gel-pen can write about 3k words before it runs out. The more you know!

If you want to catch up with me elsewhere, my tumblr is the best place! I lurk on there a lot, but never really have anything to post lmao. I also do commissions! If you're interested just shoot me a message on any of my socials ;)

Chapter 4: The Boy

Summary:

Sebastian meets up with Sam on the beach of the old, abandoned farm. Luckily for him, Sam hasn't come empty handed.

There was a quietness to the night that calmed Sebastian’s nerves almost immediately. The soft flickering of the worn down lamp posts and the gentle moonlight were the only things illuminating the mountains. Sebastian only took one look at the path that headed down towards the town before immediately vetoing that idea. It didn’t matter how late it was, even the chance that he’d end up seeing someone else was enough to push him towards the old mountain path that led to the top of the farm. Only one person would even risk taking the overgrown track, and that was Linus, who’s tent was darkened along with his campfire, so no issues there either.

That meant it was just him alone on the path, no one other than Sam would see him tonight, the farm was dead, and it had been for the last four years. No one wanted to deal with the rundown shack and overgrown fields, and no one wanted to deal with the broken windows, rotten wood, and the lingering smell of something not quite right. It was the perfect place to get wasted with Sam without fear of anyone seeing them.

The walk to the old farm was longer than Seb remembered. It had been a while since he’d ventured through the mountain path, and even the smattering of times he had been that way, it was only ever to the bridge. All the other times he’d cross through town to grab Sam on the way, but the peace of this route was more than preferable to Seb. 

Perhaps it was time that made the route feel longer, perhaps it was the added weight on Seb’s body that he could feel move beneath his oversized clothes with every step that he took. It wasn’t substantial by any means, but the more he walked, the more Seb noticed the slight change in his movements. 

He was slower for definite, his breathing a tad more laboured, and he felt as though his centre of gravity had shifted. Each step sounded heavier against the mud-covered ground, and his hips had a slight sway to them when he walked. Part of him believed he was simply overthinking it, especially since the last time he’d trekked further than his kitchen was the day it had all begun: the hunger, the thirst, the feeling of something inside him.

He slowed his pace as he crossed over the bridge, stopping to lean against the worn wooden fencing. Before the beach, he’d thought about taking that road out to the city and leaving the valley behind forever, but as he stared down the empty highway, his mind wandered to the ocean.

The city meant no ocean waves, no sandy beaches, no salted sea breeze. He’d have to travel miles to get to the nearest shoreline back in Pelican Town, and for whatever reason, he felt a pang in his chest at the thought of being so far from it. 

Sebastian looked around, admiring the dark shapes of the trees against the starry sky. He traced the silhouette of the mountains illuminated only by the moon, turning around and following their curve until he was looking the opposite way down the road towards the town.

It was beautiful.

The glow from the town reaching out into the darkness of the night felt like a strange blanket of safety, and the complete silence only exacerbated it. It had been so long since he’d last taken the time to drink in the beauty of the valley he lived in.

As Sebastian focused on the town, he could hear the distant crashing of the waves against the sandy shore, and ran a hand over his stomach before pushing away from the fence and continuing his way to the abandoned farm.

The steps down to the farm had been worn down over the years, and Seb felt every step jiggle his ass. It wasn’t a feeling he’d anticipated, but he found himself enjoying it, especially as he continued to focus on the new movements the rest of his body made. The way there was a weight to his stomach that bobbed up and down, the jiggle continuing once he’d reached the bottom of the stairs and continued through the rock pass to the old farmland. He could tell that he already had a warmth to his cheeks, merely walking here was enjoyable for him, and it began a smoldering anticipation for what was to come.

Sebastian followed what he thought was a path through the stones and trees until he found the old, battered building. He looked up at the old farmhouse and sighed. If there was anywhere where they could spend the night if they didn’t want to go home, it’d be here. They’d been inside dozens of times, and despite how it looked on the outside, the inside had managed to hold up just fine. There was a weird comfort in the crumbling structure, and it felt like a home away from home.

He walked past the rotting fence and took the path down towards the beach. The moonlight reflected off the water, and as Sebastian took in the sight, he was reminded of that fateful rainy day.

His mind wandered back to what it felt like. The thick tentacle taking over his body both inside and out, the smaller tendrils pressing against his skin and wrapping around his gaunt frame to hold him in place. The slimy wetness that had coated his skin and filled his mouth. The smell of the sea breeze and cold ocean spray only strengthened the memories and sent a shudder down his spine, but he didn’t have time to linger on the thought, as he could see the silhouette of a certain skater standing by the stones on the beach.

Sam was facing away from him, the glow from his cellphone illuminating his face in the otherwise dark night. A couple feet away, a small campfire crackled away, and Sebastian guessed that Sam had likely spent a good half an hour starting it.

As he got closer, the cracking of a branch beneath his foot had Sam’s head snapping around to his direction. The momentary fear was a cute look on Sam’s face, but it quickly melted away when he realised that it was just Seb.

‘Hey!’ Sam shouted as he slipped his phone into his pocket.

He nodded his head down to where an old picnic blanket was laid out across the sand before taking his seat by the edge of it. Beside him was what looked to be a rusted wheelbarrow stacked high with various wooden JojaMart boxes and plastic bags. Beside it was a larger crate, easily half the size of Sam, with the moving dolly still slipped beneath it. Whatever was in them, Sebastian hadn’t the slightest idea, but he was sure he was going to find out sooner rather than later.

‘Hey,’ Sebastian responded and walked over to take a seat beside Sam. The blanket wasn’t the softest, it’s moth-bitten wool scratchy against Seb’s palms, but it was a hell of a lot better than dealing with sand everywhere, so he was in no place to complain.

‘What took you so long?’ Sam asked with a cheeky smile.

Even in the chill of the evening air, it was still warm enough for Sam to just be in a t-shirt, but for once he seemed prepared. The bright blue Joja Mart hoodie lay discarded next to the wheelbarrow, no doubt the exertion of pushing it all here was enough to keep Sam warm, and Seb had to force his mind not to linger on the image of Sam’s arms as he pushed the barrow.

‘Enjoying the view.’ Seb said with a shrug, a simple half-truth that he knew Sam wouldn’t question any further.

Sam rolled his eyes to prove Seb right. ‘Of course you were.’

Seb’s eyes lingered on the easy smile on Sam’s lips, the dimples in cheeks. He could see where Sam had tried to re-spike his hair from where it had been flattened by his headphones, only to be left with a tousled mess. All of this, illuminated by the warm firelight had Seb’s mind racing, and he tore his eyes away from Sam to the barrow full of stuff beside him.

‘So what did you bring?’ Sebastian asked as blandly as possible, trying not to let his voice waver. 

‘Shit, yeah,’ Sam laughed and pushed himself onto his knees before rummaging around in the wheelbarrow.

Sebastian tried to peer around him, but Sam was moving into his line of sight no matter where he looked. Defeated, Seb stayed put, silently glad of the space between them. Sat like this, he could feel the slight mound of his stomach as it pressed against the waistband of his jeans, and the way his newly fattened body had begun to spill over the fabric. 

‘Now,’ Sam said. ‘Don’t be sad, but there wasn’t any sweet shit. Or, there was, but Shane took it all.’

Sebastian scoffed, considering his diet for the last twelve hours had been mostly sugar, the last thing he wanted was anything sweet, so Sam’s half-baked apology was music to his ears.

‘I think I’ll survive,’ Seb said and turned so he was facing Sam. ‘What stuff did you get?’

He wasn’t trying to sound impatient, but at the mere thought of food, his stomach began the all-too familiar pang of hunger. Whatever Sam had gotten, Sebastian was going to have to focus on not completely stuffing himself in front of Sam.

Sam made a small noise of victory before picking up one of the bags at the bottom of the barrow. The thin plastic clung to the boxes it held, and as Sam turned around his smile was wide enough that it threatened to split his face in two.

‘It’s not, like, fancy or anything,’ Sam explained as he laid the bag between them and pushed down the plastic so he could reach the boxes. ‘And there’s a load of other smaller snacks and shit, but I say we start off with a bang.’

Sam cracked open the lid of the first box, the plastic peeling away from the metal to reveal a box full of pale, pink meat. It only took Sebastian a second to realise what it was. 

‘Sashimi,’ Seb sighed, his mouth watering at the sight.

‘Tada!’ Sam cheered and threw the lid to one side. ‘The presentation’s shit, I know. But, I didn’t think you’d care all that much.’

Seb didn’t care in the slightest, especially when his stomach felt as though it was clawing at his insides. All day he’d wanted more sashimi, and here he was, getting exactly what he’d wanted. 

It took all of his willpower to refrain himself from shoving the whole box worth into his mouth, and he took a deep breath to regain his composure, suddenly hyper-aware that Sam was sat mere feet from him.

‘Thank you,’ he said sincerely, peeling his eyes away from the sashimi to look at Sam. 

‘No problem, man,’ Sam smiled and pulled out two cans of unlabelled drinks from the bag, silently passing one to Seb. ‘It’s not like anyone else would eat it anyway.’

Sebastian crossed his legs and looked back down at the sashimi, his eyes drinking in the details of the fish. It was clear that these weren’t made from any expensive or rare fish, their colour indicating something more akin to an anchovy or carp. The size of the cuts gave no indication as to which it would be, with the top layer seemingly all sliced into bite-sized pieces. The pale pink flesh was calling to him, practically begging him to just dig in, irregardless of what Sam’s reaction might’ve been. But before he could make a move, Sam did so first.

Seb trailed Sam’s hand as it reached into the box, taking one of the smaller pieces of fish between his fingers, and lifted it up towards Seb.

‘Open up.’ 

Sebastian’s stomach gurgled, and he looked up at Sam with glazed eyes. He was sure there was a warmth to his cheeks, and he could feel the way it was burning into his skin, but Sam made no reaction. Seb lifted his head up, glancing between the sashimi between Sam’s fingers and his face.

Nothing.

So Sebastian pretended that nothing was wrong, that it didn’t feel as though his insides were seconds away from disintegrating from hunger, that he was so sure he could feel his body wasting away by the second.

‘I can feed myself, you know,’ Seb said as he took the fish from Sam’s unresisting fingers and popped it into his mouth.

The rich, salty flavour melted on his tongue, and he was barely able to bite back a moan as he chewed the anchovy. It still tasted fresh, as if it couldn’t have been caught any earlier than that morning. What Joja Mart was doing with fresh anchovies, Sebastian didn’t know, and quite frankly he couldn’t care less.

He swallowed the sashimi, but it seemed to do nothing to fight the hunger in his stomach, but he was still all-too aware of Sam’s eyes on him.

‘That was amazing,’ Sebastian sighed with a smile.

Sam only chuckled, oblivious to Seb’s true reaction, and picked up another piece of sashimi. But this time, as Seb reached out for it, Sam playfully hit his hand out the way with a soft laugh and lifted the fish to Seb’s lips. 

‘You can feed yourself,’ Sam teased and leaned in closer.  ‘But I don’t mind doing it.’

Sebastian swallowed thickly and opened his mouth. Sam pushed the sashimi between his lips, his finger’s ghosting over Sebastian’s skin before he pulled back. Sam’s eyes were trained on Seb’s face, a slight smile etched onto his lips. 

Seb chewed it slowly, enjoying the salty flavour, and the way his stomach had finally decided to stop eating itself to focus on the food being fed into it.

Sam only waited long enough for Seb to swallow before reaching for another piece. This time he took one from the second layer, and instead of being bite-sized, it was roughly the length of Sam’s finger. He held it out for Seb to bite, and Sebastian took it between his teeth before sinking them into the sashimi. The soft fish gave way easily, and Seb didn’t even bother to chew before letting Sam push the rest of it into his mouth.

Sam only grinned in response and picked up another piece. They continued this back and forth for a few minutes, Sam feeding Sebastian the cuts of sashimi until there was nothing left. With each piece, it felt as though Sam’s eyes lingered on him for a movement longer, trailing from his eyes down to his lips, but never reaching his body. 

But Seb didn’t mind it, Sam’s face was easy to read, and nothing about the look on his face suggested that he had anything to be worried about. Sam’s lips were parted as he let out soft breaths, his cheeks painted a faint red that Seb couldn’t tell whether it came from the cool breeze or something else. 

He had to admit, Sam feeding him like this was new, maybe on any other day he wouldn’t have played along so easily. But all Sebastian was thinking about was food,  and with Sam occupied, Seb didn’t have to try and make conversation, and it meant he had someone else to control the speed he was eating at. It cut out the fear of gorging himself entirely.

But the last piece still came too soon, and Seb tried to savour the flavour as he swallowed. He wasn’t full by any means, but he was satisfied.

He looked over at Sam and caught him looking at his body, and his cheeks turned a light shade of red. He shifted his weight on the blanket, and tried to ignore the way Sam’s eyes raked over him. But as he looked down, Sebastian couldn’t deny that he wanted to know what Sam saw. Despite the fact that his hoodie was still loose enough to obscure the growing mound of his belly, and the light of the campfire being behind him, he still felt a wave of anxiety wash over him. 

Sebastian pulled the hem of his hoodie down a bit further and shifted to try and obscure the shape of his body as best as he could. Glancing back up at Sam, Seb gave him his best soft smile to try and distract from any movements that may have set questions in Sam’s mind. Luckily for him, Sam showed no such questions, and he smiled back at Sebastian.

‘Was that good?’ Sam asked, and Seb wasn’t entirely sure whether he meant the food or Sam feeding him.

He was acutely aware of how Sam’s eyes darted over his body, giving him another look over before he moved to sit on his knees. 

Regardless of the true meaning of the question, Sebastian knew what his answer was.

‘Yeah,’ Sebastian said, conscious of how out of breath he sounded. ‘It was perfect.’

He tried not to think about what else Sam had gotten him, what he’d hidden away in the rest of the bags. But as soon as the thought came to the front of his mind, Sebastian felt a new pang of hunger. He tried to ignore it, but the more he thought about it, the more he could feel just how little of a dent the sashimi made in his void of a stomach.

Sam’s smile widened. 

‘Really?’ he asked, and Sebastian saw the blush on his face deepen. ‘I was hoping that it was, I mean, you seemed like you really enjoyed it. And that wasn’t all.’ 

Sam turned back around, rummaging through bags until he found whatever it was that he was looking for. While he looked, Seb took a moment to find the can of drink Sam had given him earlier. The shining metal flickered in the firelight, and Seb picked it up from the rough plastic bag it lay on. 

The outside of the can was scratched and faded, so much so that Sebastian could only make out the faint blue label. Whatever its contents were remained a mystery, but Seb trusted Sam enough to actually give him something he liked, so he popped the can open, the tab cracking into the metal with a satisfying hiss.

He lifted it to his lips just as Sam turned back to him, another bag in hand.

In all honesty, Seb didn’t know what drink to expect, maybe a super old Joja Cola that had been lost in the warehouse, maybe a randomly branded beer that Shane had stashed and ultimately forgotten. One of the last things Sebastian expected was a salted tomato juice. Almost as if it were a bloody mary, but there didn’t seem to be any vodka, or if there was, it was so diluted that Sebastian couldn’t taste it.

When Seb looked up, Sam was staring at him with one eyebrow raised, a silent question regarding the drink in his hand.

‘It’s not bad,’ Sebastian shrugged, the savoury taste was surprisingly pleasant, and honestly preferable over a Joja cola.

‘Yeah I have no idea what any of them are, they were all either mislabelled or didn’t have any at all.’ He shrugged and sat back in front of Sebastian. ‘Can I try it?’

Sebastian nodded and held the can out towards Sam. The other man placed the bag he was holding between them before grabbing the can of strange tomato juice from Sebastian. As he did so, his fingers brushed against Seb’s own, and the slight touch was enough to send a shiver across Seb’s skin. 

He tried to ignore it, tried to ignore the look on Sam’s face and the way his heart fluttered at the simplest touch. He tried to move on and pretend it didn’t happen, that the mere thought of Sam’s skin against his own set of a spark of need deep within him.

But he couldn’t, Sam wouldn’t let him.

‘Are you cold?’ Sam asked, holding the can near his mouth without taking a sip. ‘We can head back soon, or find somewhere more sheltered?’

‘No, Seb blurted out before even realising it. Sam’s eyes blew wide, and Seb hurried to correct himself. ‘I mean, I’m enjoying it, the cold air feels nice, you know? I’m not cold, don’t worry, just a shiver.’

He watched Sam closely, trying to decipher the look on his face, but Sam simply turned his gaze towards the shore, where the waves gently lapped at the sand. Seb followed suit, and as he watched the waves break, he wondered what it would be like to be out in the cold ocean, to feel the icy spray against his skin. But the thought only made the emptiness in his gut return, and Seb tried to focus on something else. Anything else. 

‘You’ve got a bit of…’ Sam started, before moving closer. He reached a hand towards Seb’s face and stopped, hovering just inches from his cheek. Sebastian felt his heart skip a beat, and he bit his lip. Sam was close enough that Seb could see the way his cheeks flushed, the way his lips parted. The urge to close the gap between them was overwhelming. Sam’s hand brushed against his cheek, and Sebastian closed his eyes.

He felt the heat of Sam’s palm against his skin, and he sighed.

Sam’s thumb ran over his skin, and the sensation of Sam touching him again only surged the spark into a full-blown fire in Seb’s chest. He could feel his heart racing, his skin burning, and he didn’t know what to do. Sebastian didn’t move. He couldn’t. All he could do was sit there, with Sam’s hand against his face.

Sam’s thumb ran over his skin again, and Seb let out a shaky breath. He could feel the blood rushing through his body, and the feeling of being on fire was only amplified by the way his clothes felt against his skin. Sebastian opened his eyes. Sam was looking at him, his pupils blown, his cheeks red, his lips parted. The two boys were so close together that Sebastian could feel Sam’s breath on his face, and he could feel the way Sam’s fingers dug into his cheek. Sebastian’s stomach clenched, and the emptiness inside him only grew.

‘I...’ Sebastian started, but he didn’t know what to say.

He could barely breathe, and the feeling of Sam’s hand against his skin made it feel as though all the air had been stolen from his lungs. All he could see was the boy in front of him: the way his hair fell over his forehead, the freckles on his cheeks, the way his cracked lips were slicked with spit and tomato juice, and the way his chest rose and fell. And as he watched, Seb felt the pull towards him grow, the need to close the gap between them stronger than it ever had been before.

It wouldn’t have been the first time they’d kissed, but they were never sober before, and it was fuelled by drunken lust, not this strange desire welling up in Sebastian’s chest. He couldn’t help but linger on the way Sam’s skin felt, and his mind drifted back to the shower, and his overwhelming need to have someone else touch him. 

And it made sense for that person to be Sam. 

Sebastian knew him best, and if there was anyone in the world that could give him what he needed, it was him. He had to admit, there was a part of him that had been wanting this for a long time, but Seb had buried those thoughts and what they’d mean for their friendship.

Sam’s hand dropped, and Seb’s mind reluctantly returned to the present. His cheeks flushed, and he tried to focus on the waves, to not look at Sam, to not think about the way his eyes sparkled in the moonlight, or the way his hair was tousled from the wind.

Sebastian needed a distraction. Something else. Anything else. His stomach was cramping, and the hunger only grew as the seconds passed. He knew that there was still a lot of food in the bags, and he knew that if he looked over, Sam would offer it to him, but the idea of food made his stomach churn. It wasn’t just that, and Seb knew it. It was the fact that if he ate, he knew that he wouldn’t be able to resist eating or drinking anything Sam pushed towards him. He didn’t trust himself to know when to stop.

Sam didn’t even bat an eye at the fact that Seb had already eaten what must’ve been close to a kilogram of sashimi, but he wasn’t sure just how far he was going to be able to push Sam’s lack of intrigue.

But he could hear the sound of the ocean, and the gentle breeze. The cool air was doing a good job of distracting him from the hunger, but he could feel it growing, and his fingers were twitching, his mind was racing, and he knew that his eyes were likely giving away the way he was feeling.

‘Hey, are you okay?’ Sam asked.

Sebastian looked up, and his eyes met Sam’s. The look on his face was unreadable, and Sebastian tried to not make it obvious about how he was feeling, so he looked back at the ocean, if only so he wouldn’t have to look at Sam.

‘Yeah, I’m fine.’ Sebastian’s voice was barely a whisper, but the words felt like they were too loud.

‘Okay, are you sure?’ Sam asked, voice soft, but he could still hear the growing concern that laced Sam’s voice. The soft, uncertain chuckle that punctuated his words whenever he was trying to be serious. 

He never was good at being serious. 

‘You’re acting a bit... weird.’

There it was, the last thing that Seb wanted to hear. The realisation that something was wrong, that it was different. That Sebastian wasn’t being Sebastian.

The smart thing to do would’ve been to blame it on stress, or exhaustion. To thank Sam for the food and the time and go home. But something was keeping Sebastian there, be it food or the need for company. 

So he chose the other option: play stupid.

‘What do you mean?’ Seb asked, trying his best to keep his voice even, and he turned back to Sam to gauge his response.

‘I don’t know. Just.’ Sam shrugged and shook his head. ‘I can tell that something’s bothering you, and you’re not telling me.’

Sam was closer now, and the warmth radiating from his skin was comforting, but also distracting. He was so close, and Seb could smell the salt on his skin, the stale scent of weed on his clothes, and the sharpness of his aftershave. 

It made him dizzy.

‘No, I’m fine. Really. I just...’ Sebastian began. He trailed off, trying to think of what to say, how to explain, well, everything.

But before he could form the words together, Sam’s hand was on his thigh, his fingers digging into the soft fat that wasn’t there last time Sam had seen him. Seb froze at the touch, his entire body locked up. 

He could barely breathe, he could barely remember how. Panic flooded his mind, telling him to run now, to not look back. To pack a bag and never return to Pelican Town. He’d cut all ties and try to start again somewhere else, anywhere else. But his body and mind were in opposition, and he was forced to sit there as Sam’s fingers sank into the flesh of his thighs.

‘Holy shit,’ Sam said with a short laugh. ‘You’ve got a bit of weight to you now, dude.’ 

Seb made the mistake of looking at Sam, who’s smile immediately dropped as his eyes went wide. Confusion took over his face, and he pulled his hand back.

‘Sorry,’ Sam quickly said. ‘I-uh, didn’t mean, uh. Seb, look-’

But he’d said it, and Seb could feel his cheeks heating up. He could feel the ache in his throat as his eyes threatened to spill tears down his flushed cheeks.

 This wasn’t how Sam was supposed to find out.

‘Look, I didn’t mean it in a bad way. I don’t want you to feel bad or anything.’ Sam stumbled over his words as he tried to find the right ones to say. ‘It’s okay, really. I’m sorry, really.’

Sebastian didn’t know what to say, or where to look. He could barely think, let alone speak. His heart was hammering, and his brain was racing. What the fuck was he supposed to say? His eyes met Sam’s, and for a split second, he wanted to tell him everything, to just let it all out.

But he couldn’t.

‘It’s not that, I promise.’ Sebastian whispered, scared that if he raised his voice any higher all the words he was trying to lock inside would come spilling out.

‘Then what is it?’ Sam asked, his voice a little louder than before. ‘I’m your best friend, you can tell me anything.’

‘I know, it’s just...’ Sebastian began.

He took a deep breath, and tried to pull himself together. Sam already knew something was up, so he may as well have come clean.

‘I’m going through something, and I don’t know what to do, or how to deal with it.’ Seb looked at Sam’s face for any sign of anger or discomfort, but all he saw was worry.

‘Then tell me, I can help you.’ Sam said it so sincerely without knowing the true severity of the situation.

‘Just promise me you won’t laugh.’ Seb knitted his hands together, trying to find any comfort he could. 

‘I promise.’

‘Alright,’ Seb said and took a deep breath. He looked down at his hands to try and avoid Sam’s gaze before he began. ‘Something happened down at the beach on the docks with these weird tentacles, and now I’m super fucking hungry and thirsty all the time, putting on weight crazy fast, and I’m really enjoy it. But it’s not just any food, it’s salt, and like fish, and stuff like that. And the water feels really good on my skin, and it feels good when I’m full, but it’s not that I really feel full like I used to.’

The words came out of him as though a dam had burst, and he kept his gaze hyper focused on the open can of tomato juice beside Sam.

‘And none of it makes sense, but I just feel so fucking empty all the time, and I just really need someone else to touch me and I can’t fucking deal with it anymore. Even just your hand against my skin felt insanely good, like I can’t even fucking begin to explain it. And I thought coming out here would be good, and that things wouldn’t be different, but they are. And I don’t think I understand why, I don’t understand anything anymore.’

He could feel the tears welling in his eyes, and he was terrified. He was terrified of losing his best friend, of losing the person who meant the most to him. Sebastian cautioned a look at Sam, more out of habit than anything else, but he couldn’t read the look on Sam’s face without overthinking every feature.

‘Say something,’ Seb pleaded.

Sam smiled, soft and careful, as if relieved by Seb’s anxiety fueled rant. 

‘It’s alright.’ Sam whispered and reached out a hand and placed it on top of Sebastian’s own. 

He gently squeezed Seb’s fingers before trying to intertwine their fingers. Seb let it happen, and relished the warmth of Sam’s skin.

‘You’re not mad?’ Seb asked, looking down at their hands. ‘Or weirded out, or think I’m some sort of freak?’

‘Well, it’s a bit weird,’ Sam admitted. ‘But I’m not going to judge you for something you can’t explain.’

Sebastian let out a breath, and his body felt lighter. The tension in his chest had left, and he was able to focus on the way the sea breeze cooled his reddened cheeks.

He could hear Sam rustle through the bags beside him, keeping one hand still on top of Seb’s, before Seb noticed the unmistakable smell of fish once again. Sebastian’s stomach grumbled, and the suddenness of it surprised him. But his mouth began to water at the smell, and before he turned to look at where Sam was pulling out a chilled tub of sashimi out of the bags. But this one was far larger than the previous tub, both the size of the sashimi and the sheer amount of fish.

Sebastian felt his heart skip a beat, and his mouth began to water. He swallowed.

‘I’m guessing you’re still hungry then, right?’ Sam said with a smile.

Sebastian didn’t answer, his mind spinning with the possibility that he might lose control in front of Sam. It was bad enough that Sam knew everything, he didn’t need to see it too.

‘I’m scared I won’t be able to stop,’ Sebastian whispered.

‘Then don’t,’ Sam laughed. ‘I’m not going to judge you.’

‘Really?’ Sebastian asked.

Sam nodded. ‘Yeah, really. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with being like this, or needing certain things. There’s nothing wrong with that. I mean, I might not understand it, but neither do you, and I’m not going to stop being your friend, or anything. I’m not that kinda guy.’

Sebastian felt his stomach flutter. He couldn’t believe it. After all the worrying, and the panic, and the stress, it was all gone. Sam was still his best friend, and he wasn’t going to change that . The relief was almost overwhelming, and Sebastian could feel the tears in his eyes again.

‘Fuck, Seb. I’m not going to judge you, you’re my best friend. If you want to tell me more, I’m listening. If you’re not ready, I understand. I’m not going to pressure you. I just want you to be happy.’ Sam reached over to squeeze Seb’s thigh with a soft smile. ‘And I’m not just saying that. If you’re worried, you can always talk to me.’

Any remaining tension was lifted from Seb’s shoulders, and he let himself melt into Sam’s touch. The way his fingers dipped into the fat of Seb’s thighs felt more than just good, and he let himself smile.

‘Thank you,’ Seb said, and he really meant it.

But just as he felt at ease, the unmistakable emptiness in his stomach made itself known once more, and Seb turned his eyes to the new tub of sashimi. He sunk his teeth into his lip as he studied the fish, they were larger than anchovies, far larger. He’d take a guess at it being carp, after all, it was cheap and there was always an abundance of them, at least according to Demetrius.

Seb began to wonder just how many more tubs and boxes Sam had, and just how many he’d be able to eat, how many Sam would let him eat. Maybe Sam would make him stop after this one, maybe he’d let him eat until he was full, like truly full. 

Maybe he was lying and this was just a ruse to make fun of Sebastian. Maybe he had a camera set up and-

‘You gonna eat it or just stare at it?’ Sam asked, and Seb turned to look at him.

Sam shook his head at the bewildered look on Sebastian’s face, and he smiled as he reached across with his spare hand. He picked up one of the larger pieces and held it between his fingers in front of Sebastian.

‘Here.’ Sam said as he moved closer.

Their knees knocked together, and Sam moved his hand to Seb’s hip as he held the sashimi in front of Seb’s lips. Sebastian opened his mouth, and Sam pushed the piece in, his fingers lingering over Seb’s lips. 

Seb watched Sam’s eyes drift down to look at his lips as he chewed. He swallowed before licking the taste of salt off of his lips. He must’ve been imagining things, but he swore for a moment he heard Sam’s breath catch in his throat.

But unlike most things he’d been imagining, it was true.

Sam’s eyes caught his, and suddenly the gap between them was gone.

Notes:

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Chapter 5: The Moonlit Sea

Sebastian’s heart raced as Sam’s lips brushed against his, a gentle, tentative touch that sent a shiver running across his entire body. The world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the sound of the waves and the warmth of Sam’s hand on his thigh. Sam’s lips were chapped and cold, and Seb could taste the lingering salt in his saliva, and it was enough to make his head spin. 

Sebastian pulled back slightly, his breath mingling with Sam’s in the cool night air. He searched Sam’s eyes for any hint of hesitation or regret, but all he found was a soft, reassuring warmth that made his heart swell. His hands moved to cup Sam’s cheeks, and he pulled him in for another kiss. They moved closer, and Seb felt the warmth of Sam’s body against his own. 

It was as though the whole world had been reduced to just the two of them, a moment suspended in time, a fragile connection that felt both exhilarating and terrifying. 

Sam’s hand was still on Seb’s thigh, and the weight of his body pressing down into the soft fat made Sebastian moan. Sam slipped his other hand up Seb’s hip, skimming under his hoodie before stopping on his belly. He froze as his fingers made contact with Seb’s skin, and he pulled back from the kiss with a shocked gasp.

‘Holy shit, Seb,’ Sam breathed out, leaning back to take in Seb’s body as he lifted the hem of his hoodie up to see the pale mound of Seb’s belly.

Sebastian's heart skipped a beat as Sam’s eyes widened, taking in the sight of his exposed, swollen stomach. The cool night air brushed against his skin, sending a shiver through him that had nothing to do with the temperature. He felt vulnerable, laid bare in a way he hadn’t anticipated, but there was something thrilling about it too.

Sam’s fingers traced lightly over the curve of Sebastian’s stomach, his touch gentle and exploratory. ‘I didn’t realize…’ Sam’s voice was soft, almost reverent, as if he were discovering something he’d never be able to forget. ‘You look…’

Sebastian swallowed, his throat suddenly dry. ‘What?’ he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. He couldn't quite meet Sam’s gaze, afraid of what he might see within it. But when he finally did, all he found was a mixture of awe and curiosity.

Sam’s fingers lingered, tracing idle circles that sent a shiver racing down Sebastian’s skin. ‘You look kind of amazing, honestly.’ There was an unsteady laugh in his words, like he couldn’t quite believe himself, and a hesitant kind of pride in the way his hand rested on Seb’s exposed belly. ‘Sorry. I just—didn’t expect this, but it feels… good. You look good.’

Sebastian let out the breath he didn’t know he’d been holding. He hadn’t realised how tightly wound he was until Sam’s words thawed some of the tension painfully knotted in his chest. ‘I… didn’t expect any of this either,’ Sebastian admitted, cheeks flushing. His hands fidgeted—fighting the urge to hide away—before resting on top of Sam’s. The warmth and pressure of Sam’s palm grounded him, even as the rest of the world felt unsteady.

He risked a look up, locking eyes with Sam. ‘You’re really okay with all this?’

Sam squeezed his belly gently in reply, laughing softly. ‘I mean, you’re still you, just more of you. And…’ he trailed off, mouth quirking in a shy, unsure smile. ‘It’s kind of hot. Not even gonna lie.’ Sam’s gaze flicked down again, as if taking inventory, his cheeks red. ‘You wanna… want me to…?’

The words hung awkwardly between them, but the meaning was clear. For the first time in ages, Sebastian wanted to say yes. He wanted to say yes to all of it—yes to Sam’s touch, to not having to hide, to being exactly as he was.

He placed Sam’s hand more firmly against his bare stomach. ‘I want you to touch me,’ Sebastian breathed, a tremor in his voice betraying just how much he meant it.

Sam’s hands moved reverently, tracing over the stretched, sensitive skin as if committing every curve to memory. Each brush of his fingertips sent sparks down Sebastian’s spine. Sam leaned in for another kiss, this one deeper, less tentative, all of the nerves either had felt prior completely melted between them. The campfire crackled quietly in the background, the seaside air soft and salt-laced. Wrapped in the heat of Sam’s touch, Sebastian sank into the moment, letting himself forget the hunger, the fear, the uncertainty.

It was just them—their heavy breaths, their mingled warmth, the gentle tide against the rocks, and the silent promise that whatever happened next, at least Sebastian wasn’t alone anymore.

Sam seemed to grow bolder after that shared confession: maybe it was the honesty, maybe it was the intimacy of the night, or maybe it was just the two of them finally letting go. His fingers continued their gentle explorations, moving from Sebastian’s belly to his waist and back again, as if relearning the shape of him.

Sebastian’s mind felt uncharacteristically quiet in Sam’s presence. The gnawing emptiness in his stomach became undeniable as the minutes passed, a need that throbbed just beneath every gentle touch. Still, it wasn’t the desperate, clawing hunger that haunted him at home: it was tempered by comfort, softened by Sam’s gaze.

Sam noticed—the same way he always noticed the little things about Seb. 

‘You’re hungry again, aren’t you?’ he asked, the tiniest glint of mischief returning to his eyes. 

He leant back and rummaged through the nearest bag, fingers brushing past boxes and wrappers before producing a new tray of sashimi, this one even larger and fresher than the last.

Sebastian looked at the tray, his hunger twisting with the quiet, bashful pleasure of being seen so openly. ‘Maybe just a little,’ he admitted, biting his lower lip.

‘Then let me,’ Sam said, voice low and almost playful. He uncapped the tray and fished out the thickest piece, holding it between his fingers. With his other hand, he rested his palm on Seb’s thigh, grounding them both. ‘Open?’ he asked, grinning.

Sebastian hesitated, his cheeks burning with anticipation—but something in Sam’s expression assured him it was safe, that he could give into what he wanted. He parted his lips, and Sam, with a gentleness that made Seb’s heart leap, placed the sashimi delicately in his mouth.

The taste was electric: salt, sea, and the faint thrill of Sam’s touch. Sebastian closed his eyes, savouring it, and when he swallowed, the hunger was momentarily soothed, but it was far from sated.

Sam repeated the action, finding a steady rhythm: selecting, offering, feeding. Between bites, he whispered teasing encouragement, or pressed a brief kiss to the corner of Seb’s mouth, savouring the moment as much as Sebastian savoured the food.

Each piece was a shared secret, and with each mouthful, a bit more distance fell away between them. If the firelight caught the rising flush in Sebastian’s cheeks, or the way his hands relaxed, or how his belly pressed with mounting fullness under Sam’s palm, neither said a word. The ritual said enough.

As the tray grew emptier, Seb felt the tension in his body fading, replaced by a quiet delight. He felt cherished, unabashed, and more himself than he’d felt in days—maybe even longer.

Sam beamed at him, thumb brushing gently over Seb’s skin. ‘Is that good?’ he asked softly, voice laced with affection and a hint of laughter.

Sebastian nodded his head, smiling with something that was part relief, part utter bliss.

Even despite the tautness of his skin, the sharp stretch of his belly with each breath, Sebastian wasn’t full, not like he was so desperately craving to be. But his head was a foggy mess of arousal that was only being made worse by Sam’s fingers trailing towards the tight waistband of his trousers. 

Sebastian lost track of how many pieces of sashimi Sam fed him—taste and touch blurred together until only sensation remained. The tray was nearly empty when Sam paused, eyes shining in the fire’s soft glow. 

‘You’re amazing, you know that,’ he said quietly, not quite a question.

Seb closed his eyes, swallowing the last bite. He hardly recognised himself. Beneath the warmth of Sam’s attention, the world’s sharp edges dulled. The quiet steadiness between them was intoxicating. It was sweet, heavy, and ripe with anticipation that set Seb’s skin ablaze.

In the silence, a briny breeze swept up from the water, making Sebastian shiver. 

Sam noticed, and in one swift, unspoken consent, reached for his hand. 

‘It’s getting colder,’ he said, but there was a playful note in his voice. ‘You want to head to the old farmhouse?’

‘No,’ Seb said so abruptly that Sam froze, and it took him a few moments to think of the words that were plaguing his mind. ‘I want…’

His gaze drifted from Sam’s furrowed brows out towards the ocean, where the waves lapped at the sandy shore and crept ever closer. The thick smell of salt was enough to send prickles across Sebastian’s skin, and the aching need to feel the water bubbled violently to the surface of his mangled thoughts.

It didn’t take long for Sam to follow his gaze, and movement in the corner of Seb’s eye had him turning back to Sam. In one swift motion, Sam had slipped his shirt off over his head and tossed it to one side before sending a playful smile Sebastian’s way.

‘Want to go for a swim?’ Sam asked, leaning in close and running a hand up the mound of Sebastian’s swollen belly.

It didn’t take Sebastian long to think about it: ‘Yeah.’

‘Sit up then,’ Sam said, and Sebastian did as he was told, or at least he tried to.

Seb pushed himself forwards, spreading his legs wider to accommodate for the stretched bump of his belly. The move only made the waistband of his jeans dig in deeper, and he hissed a sharp breath in through his teeth before collapsing back on his elbows.

‘Sam,’ he panted, but he didn’t need to say anything else.

Before he could even think of what to say, Sam positioned himself to stand between Sebastian’s legs, and he held out his hands in waiting. 

Seb looked up at Sam, his heart racing as he took in the sight of him—bare-chested, the moonlight casting a soft glow over his skin. There was something undeniably magnetic about the way Sam stood there, a mix of confidence and warmth that made him feel both safe and exhilarated. 

‘Come on, I’ve got you,’ Sam encouraged, his voice steady and reassuring. He reached down, his hands wrapping around Seb’s forearms, ready to help him up. 

Seb hesitated for a moment, the weight of his body feeling foreign and heavy. But Sam’s grip was firm, and the way he looked at him—like he was the only thing that mattered in that moment—gave him the push he needed. With a deep breath, he nodded and let Sam pull him up.

As he stood, Sebastian felt the shift in his centre of gravity, the way his body had changed. He wobbled slightly, the unfamiliar weight making him feel unsteady. But Sam was right there, holding him up with a hand on his waist, his touch warm and grounding. 

‘Easy there,’ Sam said, a hint of laughter in his voice. ‘You’re not going to tip over on my watch.’

Sebastian chuckled, the sound a little breathless. ‘I feel like a newborn deer,’ he admitted, trying to find his footing. 

‘Just lean on me,’ Sam said, his voice low and soothing. He shifted closer, his body pressing against Sebastian’s side, and the warmth radiating from him was comforting. ‘I’ve got you.’

With Sam’s support, Sebastian took a tentative step forward, then another. Each movement felt like a small victory, and he couldn’t help but smile at the way Sam’s presence made everything feel a little less daunting. 

‘See? You’re doing great,” Sam encouraged, his hand sliding down to rest on Seb’s hip, fingers splayed wide as if to anchor him. ‘Just keep your weight centered, and I’ll help you.’

Sebastian nodded, focusing on Sam’s voice, the way it wrapped around him like a lifeline. He took another step, and then another, feeling more confident with each movement. The cool night air brushed against his skin, and the sound of the waves grew louder as they approached the water’s edge.

Sam led Sebastian to the water, but as they stood side by side, Sebastian hesitated, glancing uncertainly down at the outline of his heavy belly beneath his hoodie.

Sam caught the look, his own smile both encouraging and gentle. 

‘Let’s get these off before they get totally soaked,’ he teased, reaching for Sebastian’s clothes. 

His hands lingered on the thick fabric of Seb’s hoodie, tentative but unafraid, and Sebastian found himself shivering—not from the cold, but from nerves and excitement that bubbled up inside of him as the reality of the situation began to settle in.

Sebastian shrugged off the hoodie, letting Sam help peel it over his head. His t-shirt clung awkwardly, riding up and exposing the pale swell of his stomach. In the moonlight, the curve of his gut was impossible to hide, and the fullness inside him made every movement feel deliberate and unfamiliar. He tried to reach for the hem, but everything was tighter now; the fabric snagged around his middle.

Sam moved closer, hands sure but soft as he eased Sebastian’s shirt up and over. 

‘You’re beautiful,’ he said quietly, unable to keep his hands from tracing the stretch-marked sides, the evidence of new softness and weight. There was no hesitation—only a flicker of hunger in his gaze that made Sebastian’s breath catch in his throat.

Sebastian’s hands moved to his jeans, struggling to push them down. The waist caught stubbornly on his rounded belly, digging in where the button had stretched all night. He grunted, frustration mixing with embarrassment. 

‘I don’t think I can…’ he muttered with a faint, self-conscious laugh.

Sam crouched in the sand and pressed a reassuring kiss to Seb’s stomach, then took the waistband in his hands. ‘Let me,’ he murmured, deftly unfastening the jeans. 

He tugged—persistently though with a gentleness to avoid chafing Seb’s sensitive skin—peeling denim over hips and thighs now thickened and sturdy, the task awkward but strangely intimate.

As they reached Sebastian’s ankles, both were giggling, nervous and free. 

‘You’re really full,’ Sam breathed, hands cupping the heavy underside of Seb’s gut as he hauled the jeans off enough that Seb could simply step out of both his jeans and shoes in one go. The pressure of Sam’s fingers made Sebastian’s belly gurgle, every movement a reminder of just how packed he was. He felt swollen, taut, aching in a way that was no longer just uncomfortable but deliciously tender.

Standing in his boxers beneath the moonlight—his body bared, belly huge and round—Sebastian felt completely exposed. The new weight altered his balance; when he tried to step towards the water, his centre of gravity pulled him forward and he tottered, steadying himself on Sam’s arm.

Sam beamed up at him, admiring and unfiltered. 

‘Careful,’ he whispered, standing up beside Seb and undoing his own jeans.

Sam took a moment to toss their clothes and shoes away from the water, and Seb watched as they landed in a pile beside the discarded bags. Sam turned his gaze back with a hand on his cheek, and Seb let himself be pulled into a soft kiss before turning back to the water.

The waves broke mere metres from them, and the water was practically calling out his name. Sam wasted no time in following Seb towards the water’s edge.

As they stepped toward the water, the moon hung low, casting a shimmering path across the restless surface. The wind carried the briny scent of the sea, cool and invigorating, curling around them in ghostlike whispers. The first lick of the tide washed over their feet, icy enough to draw a sharp breath from Sebastian, but instead of retreating, he leaned forward into it, feeling the pull of the waves.

Sam kept close, his hand firm on Sebastian’s waist, guiding him through the shifting sands beneath the shallows. The rhythm of the waves was unpredictable—sometimes gentle, coaxing them forward, other times crashing softly against their knees. Every step felt like surrendering to something larger than themselves.

The water swirled higher, lapping at Sebastian’s calves, then thighs, the cold seeping through and waking every nerve in his body. But the longer he stood there, the more the chill became a strange comfort, numbing the heaviness he had carried all day. He let the buoyancy cradle him, the sea’s embrace lightening his steps.

A gull’s distant cry cut through the hush, and for a moment, the world felt both infinite and impossibly small—just the two of them, surrounded by the breath of the ocean. Sam’s voice broke the trance, low and steady, guiding Sebastian deeper until the waves rolled up to their waists. The salt spray clung to their skin, cool on flushed cheeks, while the moonlight danced on each ripple around them.

They lingered there, laughing softly at the occasional spray that splashed higher, shivering not from the cold, but from the exhilarating closeness of the moment. The current curled around their legs like a living thing, pulling them forward and back, as though testing their resolve. And with each tug, Sebastian felt less like he was standing in the ocean and more like he was part of it—anchored by Sam’s presence, yet carried by the tide.

Sam never let go, one hand wrapped around Seb’s waist, and the other touching whatever part of Seb was closest. The sensations were intangible, but Sebastian felt safe as he surrendered to the tide and to Sam’s touch.

They eased deeper into the darkness together, laughter and sweet embarrassment fading into hunger, belonging, and something more. The moon scattered molten silver across the restless waves; the world was distilled to water and starlight, night air tangy with salt and secrets.

Sebastian shuddered, pressing closer, the thrill of being exposed beneath the stars—here, in the open, surrounded by the currents and in Sam’s embrace—stirring a deep, familiar hunger. Sam broke the kiss to search Sebastian’s eyes as Seb’s hands wandered low beneath the water. 

‘Are you sure?’ he asked, his voice nearly lost in the sound of the waves. 

Sebastian nodded, breathless. ‘I want this. I want you.’ 

Sam wasted no time with further questions as his lips found Seb’s again. Water lapped around their waists as Sam’s hands explored Sebastian’s back, feeling the warmth of his skin against the cool night air. Their bodies pressed together, emboldened by the sheltering darkness. The ocean cradled them as hands and mouths found new places to linger, every kiss and groan mingling with the distant surf.

In the midst of the chill water and moonlit hush, the world melted away: there was only Sam’s warmth, Sebastian’s desire, and the wild, exhilarating feeling of finally being wanted, cherished, consumed. 

Sam leaned closer again, deepening the kiss before trailing his lips along Seb’s jawline in slow, deliberate brushes. Seb tilted his head back, granting him space to press tender kisses down the column of his neck, following the rhythm of his pulse. The warmth of Sam’s touch sent a shiver through Sebastian that went straight down, and he drew in a sharp breath as Sam’s hands settled at his sides beneath the waves.

Sam’s fingers traced familiar paths, lingering over the contours of Sebastian’s form as though memorising each one. He felt the subtle changes in Seb’s body with quiet reverence, a silent acknowledgement of growth and transformation. Instead of urgency, there was a steady, grounding connection—hands and arms that held him close, lips that spoke of care even in silence. In that moonlit water, Sebastian felt wholly seen and embraced, the ocean rocking them gently in time with their breaths.

After Sam had taken his fill of Seb’s front, he traced a vein with his tongue until it disappeared over Seb’s shoulder, not that he lost it for long. Those gentle hands slowly turned Seb around, one slipping beneath the waistband of Seb’s boxers so it could nestle comfortably against the sensitive overhang of Seb’s bulging belly, and the other slipped further beneath the waves, teasing at the inside of Seb’s thighs.

Sam brushed Seb’s hair off the back of his neck before pressing a chaste kiss to the nape. His breath was hot against Sebastian’s skin, and through the chill of the waves Seb could feel Sam’s hard heat pressing up against him.

‘S-Sam,’ Seb gasped out as Sam pulled him flush against his body.

‘Tell me no and I’ll stop,’ Sam said, breath hot against Seb’s ear.

But he couldn’t, every inch of Seb’s body was crying out for this. For the hands grasping at his fuller frame, for his body to be completely used right there where anyone could see them, for Sam to do whatever he wanted to Sebastian. He wanted this, no, needed , this more than anything else he could possibly think of.

Seb tilted his head back to kiss Sam, no longer caring about anything other than having the other in every way possible.

‘Fuck me,’ Seb demanded between kisses, and Sam didn’t waste time arguing.

Somewhere between Sam’s hands moving to his hips, and his feet finding purchase, Sam was already inside him. He might not’ve stretched Sebastian like his toy had, but he felt fuller than he had all week, and everything about Sam’s body was driving his body insane with desire as he already felt himself tipping over the edge.

The world around him blurred into moonlight-dappled waves and the lingering smell of Sam’s sea-coated skin that was enough to practically shut Seb’s brain off entirely. The taste of sea water filled his mouth and a hand on his shoulder pressed him back up against Sam’s too-lean frame. The new position jutted his belly out, and he stumbled as his fitting slipped away. 

But he didn’t fall, and Sam didn’t stop.

Moans and whimpers mingled with the sound of ocean waves and occasional splashes as Sam repositioned to get even deeper. Seb let all his other senses mingle into one: the only sense that mattered was the feeling of Sam thrusting into him.

Sam leant in close to capture Seb in a rough, possessive kiss as his hips stuttered, filling Seb with the overwhelming sense he couldn’t quite place. But that was a thought for when his brain could actually function again, whenever that may have been.

When they finally pulled apart, their foreheads rested together, both breathing hard but unwilling to step away. Sam’s breath mingled with Sebastian’s, warm and steady, and his fingers brushed back damp strands of hair. Sebastian opened his eyes just enough to see the faint curve of Sam’s smile before leaning in for one last, softer kiss.

The water swayed around them, carrying the heat of the moment into the cool night air. Sam’s thumb lingered on Sebastian’s cheek, tracing slow, absent patterns as though unwilling to let the connection fade. Sebastian closed his eyes, letting the touch anchor him back into the present.

Neither spoke for a long while. The tide whispered around them, but finally, Sam’s quiet voice broke the stillness. ‘We should get back before the fire goes out.’

Sebastian smiled faintly, but made no move to leave. ‘Just… a little longer.’

And so they stayed, suspended between the pull of the ocean and the pull of each other, the night holding them in its timeless embrace. In that shared silence, every breath, every heartbeat, every small touch seemed magnified—an unspoken promise carried on the wind and waves.

Sebastian pressed his forehead against Sam’s and whispered, ‘Thank you.’

 Sam’s fingers traced gentle circles on Sebastian’s back. ‘Anytime, Seb. I promise.’

Sebastian felt a warmth spread through him at Sam’s words, a sense of safety and acceptance that he had longed for: was that the feeling he’d felt before? The words didn’t seem right, but he wasn’t sure what else it could’ve been. The ocean’s gentle waves lapped at their bodies, a soothing rhythm that matched the beating of his heart.

As they stood together, the moonlight casting a silvery glow over the water, Sebastian couldn’t help but smile. ‘I never thought I’d be here, like this,’ he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. ‘With you.’

Sam's eyes sparkled in the dim light, and he grinned back at Sebastian. ‘Neither did I, honestly. But I’m glad we are.’ He leaned in closer, their foreheads touching, and for a moment, the world around them faded away. It was just the two of them, suspended in time, wrapped in the warmth of each other's presence.

Sebastian took a deep breath, the salty air filling his lungs, and he felt a sense of clarity wash over him. ‘I want to explore this... whatever this is,’ he said, his voice steady. ‘I want to understand it, and I want to share it with you.’

Sam’s expression softened, and he nodded. ‘Me too. I want to be here for you, Seb. Whatever you need, just tell me.’ There was a sincerity in his voice that made Sebastian’s heart swell. He felt a rush of gratitude for Sam’s unwavering support, and it made him feel braver than he had in a long time.

Back on the shore, the blanket lit up as Sam’s phone buzzed to life. The particular, incessant buzzing pattern only meant that it was one person: Jodi.

Sebastian watched as Sam chewed the inside of his lip, tension seeping into his shoulders as his expression dropped. Despite everything, Jodi was still incessant that they were all still children who needed curfew, and Sam had clearly broken it once again.

He couldn’t ignore the silent war going on in each shift of Sam’s expression, but Seb knew this was only going to end in one way.

‘Sam,’ he said, running a hand up the bumps and grooves of the blond’s spine. 

‘I know,’ he said, a hollow edge to his voice as the phone finally stilled. ‘I want to stay here with you.’

‘Then we’ll come back tomorrow,’ Seb suggested. ‘No one has to know.’

A small smile tugged at Sam’s lips as he turned back to Seb, the tension in his shoulders easing just a fraction. 

‘Yeah,’ he whispered, voice rough with emotion. ‘Tomorrow. Just you and me.’

Sebastian nodded, his fingers still tracing lazy patterns on Sam’s damp skin, the water cooling them but never dulling the heat simmering beneath. He could feel the steady rhythm of Sam’s heartbeat against his chest, grounding him even as the night stretched endlessly around them. The waves continued their endless dance, whispering secrets only they seemed to understand.

Sam’s gaze flickered toward the shore, where the fire’s last embers sputtered softly in the darkness. ‘Mom’s going to freak out even worse than last time,’ he murmured, voice barely audible over the gentle lapping of the tide. 

Sebastian swallowed, feeling the weight of that unspoken history. ‘Maybe she’ll understand if you were with me. A stretch, I know.’ His voice was soft, cautious.

Sam sighed, running a hand through his damp hair, water droplets sparkling like tiny stars as they caught the moonlight. ‘She only does it ‘cause she loves me. But sometimes love feels like a leash.’

Sebastian nodded again, his heart aching with empathy. ‘Maybe she’ll worry less if you aren’t under her roof anymore.’

‘Maybe,’ Sam sighed.

They lingered a little longer in the water, the coolness a gentle counterpoint to the warmth between them. Sebastian reached up, threading his fingers through Sam’s wet hair, pulling him close. Sam leaned into the touch, their bodies melting together with a quiet tenderness that needed no words.

Eventually, the cold began to creep back in, seeping into their bones despite the heat they shared. Sam glanced down at the shoreline, then back to Sebastian. ‘We should head back before Mom calls again—or before we both freeze.’

Sebastian laughed softly, the sound mingling with the crashing waves. ‘Okay. But only if you promise to hold me the whole way.’

‘I promise.’ Sam’s voice was steady, filled with quiet certainty.

They stood, water cascading from their limbs, droplets sparkling like diamonds as they moved back toward the beach. The sand was cool beneath their feet, rough against their skin after the smoothness of the water. The fire flickered weakly, casting long shadows that danced in rhythm with their footsteps.

 

Sam pulled his clothes over still-wet skin as he passed Seb a blanket to try and dry himself with. It was a struggle, his belly jiggling with each move that left him feeling breathless, and the mere thought  of trying to wrestle jeans over his legs was simply too much. But as soon as Sam was dressed, he sank to his knees to help Seb step into the too-tight fabric. Neither even tried to bother with the zipper, and Sebastian longed for his loose pyjamas as soon as his clothes were on again. 

Once dressed, Sam packed everything up, and they carefully hauled any leftovers to the old farmhouse for storage. Once it was all safe, they stood beside each other on the crumbling porch, the tension seeping out of Sam’s body.

‘Sam,’ Sebastian said and waited for Sam’s gaze to find his. ‘Thank you.’

The smile that spread across his face was warm and welcoming, just as it always had been. 

‘I’m glad you liked it so much,’ Sam said in response and closed the gap between them. His hands slipped up Seb’s shirt and settled over the stuffed mound of his stomach. ‘I can’t wait to see what this does to you.’

‘Freak,’ Seb murmured, and kissed Sam before he could respond. The hands on his belly sank fingers into delicate skin until Seb broke away with a whine. ‘Fuck.’

‘Are you gonna be alright getting home?’ Sam asked earnestly, flattening his hands on the curve.

‘We’ll see,’ he admitted, the weight of his body only just hitting him as Sam drew more attention to it. ‘Maybe I’ll still be here tomorrow.’

‘Tomorrow,’ Sam repeated softly and raised a hand to cup Seb’s cheek. ‘We’ll figure this out.’

Sebastian smiled, closing his eyes against the warmth of Sam’s hand. ‘Together.’

Sam leant in for one last kiss before reluctantly peeling away. Sebastian watched as he walked back towards town with a growing ache in his chest and the full weight of his body finally settling into place.

He took a deep breath and cursed the woman who decided for them to live in the mountains.

Notes:

Finally got around to finishing chapter 5! sorry for any mistakes as it is currently 2:37am as of writing this, but I knew if I left it longer I would go insane!!

Anyway, if anyone wants to see more come visit me on tumblr! (I also may do requests/comms for those interested in such things)

thank you all for the love on this <33

Notes:

Would you believe I've had this in the works for seven months? I started it, but my job took over. Luckily (and unluckily I suppose) I don't have that job anymore, so I've got more time and energy to write.
This one is planned for 14 chapters and an epilogue, so we're in it for the long haul :P

You can find me on tumblr under the name Wobble Plazma, I'll be posting little treats there as I continue to write.