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“Let’s enjoy the beach!”

So far, it seemed as if everyone had fallen for his ruse. Eito chuckled to himself as the group dispersed. Some went into the water, some enjoyed tanning on the sand. Everyone was at ease, just like he planned. No one would suspect he hadn’t actually been changed.

That is, except for one person…

Eito took his shirt off and folded it neatly, putting it back into his bag. He was already in his swim trunks, ready to go into the water. 

He didn’t have the perfect beach body, that much he knew from his time at the TRC. Whether he called himself chubby or fat, Eito had a bit of extra weight on him. He didn’t mind it at all. It was just how his body looked. It wasn’t as if he had anyone to compare against, since his perception of humans was warped beyond all comprehension.

But he couldn’t help but notice some wandering eyes.

A pair of blueish purple eyes that would not leave him alone. 

“Takumi!” Eito gritted his teeth through his smile. Why the hell was Takumi staring at him?! It was seriously making his skin crawl. “Looking for something?”

”Ah, no,” said Takumi, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand. His cheeks were a rosy red, and the way his gaze suddenly averted made him look like he’d gotten caught looking at something he wasn’t supposed to. If Eito didn’t know any better, he’d think Takumi was ogling him. “Wait, Eito, you haven’t put on sunscreen yet. You should put some on, so you don’t get burned.”

Kill yourself! Literally choke and die, you disgusting creature!

Eito pushed away his hateful thoughts and forced another smile.

”Aha… Is that so… Always looking out for me, aren’t you, Takumi?” said Eito. He held out his hand for the sunscreen. 

Takumi held onto it, and got closer. He shook the bottle, looking at Eito dead in the eyes. Eito didn’t know what was more uncomfortable to watch, Takumi’s eyes, or the way he finally squeezed the white sunscreen out of the bottle and onto his hand. 

“You’ve got really nice skin, it would be a shame if it burned,” said Takumi. “Let me do it for you! So you get everywhere.”

Absolutely nasty. Eito bit his inner lip as hard as he could. There was no good way to refuse this, wasn’t there…

”I really can do it myself,” said Eito.

”The sunscreen is already on my hands, I’m not going to waste it,” said Takumi. He pressed his hand to Eito’s back, rubbing the sunscreen into his skin in little circles. Eito tried his best not to squirm, but Takumi started pressing harder.

And moving his hands around more liberally. He felt Takumi grab his sides, squishing his fingers into the chub that sat there. He brought his hands lower until they touched his love handles. Takumi spent extra time massaging the sunscreen in there. 

“This sunscreen is a little chalky, I’m just making sure I’m doing a good job,” excused Takumi.

Yeah, sure, whatever.

And then he touched his belly. Eito felt his own cheeks turn red, Takumi’s slimey hands getting a full grab of him. He felt like he was being kneaded like play dough, poked and squeezed by a very handsy Takumi.

Takumi’s hands felt really really good, and that made Eito feel terrible. He hated how much he was enjoying the tactile attention, how Takumi’s hands were touching sensitive spots and giving them a whole bunch of love.

”Is this really necessary?” asked Eito, glad Takumi was pressed up behind him so he couldn’t see that Eito was blushing. 

“Yes. Totally,” said Takumi. He practically groped Eito’s chest, and by now there wasn’t even much sunscreen left on his hands. He had to stop himself from whimpering with how sensitive he was now.

Still, the act felt erotic enough to inquire some interest below his trunks. Eito cursed to himself. Putrid Takumi was not worthy of giving him an erection. 

He spun around, almost glaring at Takumi before putting on a cheery face to feign amusement. 

“If I didn’t know any better, I would have thought you were giving me a massage!” chuckled Eito. Takumi laughed as well, a bit nervously.

”I mean, would you like one?”

Gross!

”I’m good! But if I can ask one thing, why are you staring at me so much? Do I look funny?” Maybe if Eito guilt tripped Takumi, he’d finally stop. 

Instead, he was hit with something he didn’t know how to process.

”Oh, uh, it’s just that you have a really nice body, Eito,” said Takumi, looking him up and down. The look of surprise on Eito’s face was genuine, and seemed to spook Takumi. Takumi held his hands out in front of himself to appear nonthreatening. “You’re always wearing a jacket, I didn’t realize you were hiding all of this.- In a good way, of course! You look good- I mean better than good, great. Aha, you know what I mean.”

Ah, Takumi was hyping him up because he was fat. Friends did that to each other sometime, Takumi must assume he was self concious about himself. He better guilt Takumi more.

”Oh… I get it, I need to go on a bit of a diet,” said Eito, playing it bashful. He crossed his arms and gave Takumi pathetic puppy dog eyes. 

It worked… but in the opposite way.

“No, don’t! I mean, you don’t have to!”

What the fuck??

Why was Takumi so passionate about him staying fat-

Eito pieced it together almost immediately.

Takumi was attracted to him. And even more so because of his weight. He just couldn’t get his hands off him when he was feeling him up. 

How absolutely repulsive!

“What? Takumi, you’re so kind.”

Eat shit and die.

“I’m not just saying it to be nice, Eito. I wish you could see yourself the way I do,” said Takumi, starry eyed. He took Eito’s hand in his. “Let’s go in the water, and not worry about this. You said it yourself, let’s enjoy the beach!”

Never before had Eito been this aware of his weight. How his thighs shook and brushed up against each other when he walked. How his tummy pushed past the band of his swim shorts. How he felt like Takumi was drooling at the mouth over his every movement.

It seriously pissed him off.

He walked into the cold water, shivering slightly. Of course Takumi pressed their bodies up together, he just wanted to cop another feel.

”It’s so cold,” stated Takumi.

”Yep!” replied Eito. Takumi was such a degenerate getting aroused by something like this. The stupid leech wouldn’t leave him alone. “I think it’s too cold for me to stay in much longer.”

”Me too, I’ll get out with you.”

Seemed like he just couldn’t shake him.

One thing was for certain, though, Takumi should absolutely not be staring at him like this. It was totally revolting. The thought of being sexy to one of these disgusting humans pissed him off beyond belief. It was settled. Eito was going to to have to lose some weight. 

It was the only way to shake off Takumi. 

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It didn’t take long for Eito to craft a diet. The library had a plethora of books on nutrition for him to skim through. It was quite bothersome to go through with, but if it got Takumi to leave him alone it would certainly be worth it. 

But as he went to the cafeteria, he realized something critical. 

Takumi was quite the little parasite.

“That’s all you’re having?” asked Takumi, plopping down his tray across from Eito’s. Some milk spilled out of his cereal bowl from his carelessness. What a mess

All Eito wanted to do was have his meal judgement free. To enjoy his breakfast. And now Takumi was sticking his nose in places it certainly didn’t belong. 

Eito looked down at the orange he was peeling. He ripped it apart, refusing to spare Takumi a glance. 

“Yes, this is my breakfast,” said Eito, softening his voice for illusion’s sake. He finally looked up at Takumi, offering him a slice. “Would you like one?”

”Only if you have some of mine too!” said Takumi, pushing his bowl towards Eito. “You have to keep up your strength, we’re fighting a war here!”

How corny, especially since Takumi himself would go days without eating sometimes. Eito shook his head.

”I’m simply not hungry, but thanks for offering, Takumi.”

“Is this… because of the beach?” asked Takumi.

Yes, actually. Far too much lecherous gazing and groping.

Takumi leaned in closer.

“You know, all guys feel a bit embarrassed taking their shirts off. I was a little embarrassed too, because the girls were there. I wouldn’t mind as much if it were just the two of us. We should use the leisure lounge sometime. I’d like to go swimming with you again sometime. Not just because of the shirtless part! Aha, I just think it would be fun. And relaxing. And seriously, you’ve got nothing to be embarrassed about.”

Eito put his thumb through one of the orange slices. Takumi was so stupidly horny, it was almost comical if Eito ignored how disgusted it made him feel. 

Takumi deserved to be uncomfortable.

”Oh, I must have really stood out at the beach if you remember it like that. I wasn’t embarrassed before, but now I’m thinking maybe I should be…”

”No!” Takumi’s cheeks blushed. “Ahg! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bring it up, I just thought you might be trying to lose weight because of our beach vacation.”

Eito smirked. Good, squirm.

But then Takumi kept talking, and Eito was instantly reminded of Takumi lathering his hands up in sunscreen and spreading it all over his body, taking good care to touch every single inch of it. He felt his pants tighten at the crotch, and hid his disgusted look by biting into an orange slice. 

“I still can’t stand for you skipping breakfast. I can make you something else to eat, do you want orange juice too? Oh, and maybe pancakes, or hash browns if you’re not feeling cereal-“

What was he, his mom???

”No thanks, Takumi.”

”It’s my job as team leader to make sure everyone’s ready to fight. It’s like how you helped Kurara and Nozomi make up, I’m just making sure you keep your strength up. And really Eito, you don’t need to go on a diet. I mean it when I say it, you look good.”

Eito couldn’t argue with that logic. It was annoying, not being able to call Takumi out on his very obvious perversions and fixations on his weight. So he kept his mouth shut, until Takumi returned with some french toast doused in enough syrup to drown a man.

”Gee, Takumi, isn’t this a bit much for breakfast?” said Eito, poking at it with a fork. Takumi’s cheeks deepened red.

”What? No? It’s a perfectly normal serving size,” he stammered out. 

In what universe? Why didn’t he just get another bowl of cereal???

“There’s a lot of syrup… Aha, if I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were trying to fatten me up.”

Eito looked Takumi dead in the eyes when he said the last part. Takumi squirmed in his seat.

Good. Be uncomfortable.

“Of course not! I’ll pay more attention to the syrup next time,” said Takumi, with the slightest admission that he had definitely overpoured the syrup. Eito knew the words were a false promise by how excited Takumi looked as Eito began his meal. 

Eito cut himself a piece and chewed slowly. It honestly wasn’t bad at all, though he probably would have preferred less syrup for taste and logistics purposes. That is, especially since Takumi grabbed a napkin and reached across the table. He dabbed it against Eito’s cheek. 

Eito almost snapped the fork in half. He did, however, bang his knee on the underside of the table in surprise.

Takumi was being so attentive, it was incredibly creepy. First he took issue with Eito’s diet, then made him a highly caloric breakfast, and now he was tending to him by wiping the syrup away. 

“Just getting it before it dripped onto your jacket, you had some on your cheek,” said Takumi. “I wouldn’t want it to stain.” He put the napkin down and went back to watching Eito eat.

”Thank you, Takumi. You’re always so considerate of me.”

Eito stuffed another bit of the toast into his mouth to keep himself from scowling and internally swearing at Takumi. Then another. And another. Takumi just kept watching.

“That’s it, almost done,” said Takumi, encouraging him.

Eito wanted to slap him across the cheek. He felt like some sort of exhibit to Takumi right now; the boy was absolutely fixated on him.  

“I think I’ve had enough,” said Eito, pushing the plate away. Takumi pushed it back.

”Please finish it. For me?” he pleaded.

What the fuck?

”Aha, no, I’m done,” said Eito, patting his tummy. “All full.”

”I don’t believe you.”

Again, what the fuck?

”Takumi… You’re being pushy,” said Eito. Takumi chewed on his inner lip. Eito looked down at the meal. He did want to finish it, still feeling a bit hungry. And Takumi’s encouragements were making him both more and less inclined to do so. Takumi was doing this for perverse reasons, Eito was sure of it.

”Oh, sorry, I didn’t realize,” said Takumi, before countering with his pushiest move yet. He took a piece of the french toast on Eito’s fork, and held it up to him. “It’s not good to waste it though.”

Did Takumi seriously expect him to eat it off the fork??

Did he have a good enough reason to decline?

… Eito leaned forward, and took a bite. He was glad no one else was in the cafeteria right now, otherwise he would have been losing his mind. It felt like they were doing something wrong, an act that should be behind closed doors. There was nothing sexual about what was going on, yet it felt intimate with how Takumi was gazing at him. Takumi wasted no time preparing another bite. Eito complied again.

He could surely think of a way to nicely turn Takumi down that wouldn’t blow his cover. The fact that he hadn’t thought of one was troublesone. Because now Eito was getting fed across the table by Takumi, who looked way too pleased to do it. 

The syrup and bread sat heavy in his stomach like a rock when Takumi was finally done.

“See, I knew you could do it,” said Takumi, a bright grin flashing at Eito. “Good boy.”

Eito didn’t know if he felt more sick from Takumi’s obsession, the toast itself, or how this whole perverse debacle aroused him.  

He was going to have to take a long, cold shower.

This pesky parasite followed him around for every single meal he had for the next week, lurking in the cafeteria to make sure that Eito was having adequate (according to Takumi) portion sizes.

He just didn’t have a good enough excuse to refuse.

And by the end of the week, he felt he was up another few pounds.

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This wasn’t sustainable. Takumi never relinquished a chance to feed him. Every meal was a fight that Eito would unfortunately lose because he couldn’t think of an argument that his nice self could use to refuse food.

He had to start avoiding Takumi directly.

He started having breakfast way earlier in the day, grabbing the fruit he wanted and whisking off to his cage to have them in private. For lunch, he waited until he heard Takumi’s voice in the hallway leaving the cafeteria, and took the long way around to sneak in. Much like breakfast, dinner was another task of going way later into the night.

Yet another week passed of his diet and he was still going up in pounds. Eito scoured through his journal, totalling up everything he’d eaten to see where his math wasn’t adding up. He couldn’t find anything. By his math, he should have been down three pounds already. It didn’t make sense.

Perhaps there was something about the ration o matic that caused the food to be even more caloric. Yet that didn’t make sense; everyone would be gaining weight.

Whatever was going on, Takumi had to be at fault. He had to be messing with something that was causing him to put on even more weight for nefarious purposes, because he refused to believe it was his own actions.

Well, maybe mostly not his own actions. His face dawned in realization that there were a few items he forgot to include here or there, quickly adding them up. It still didn’t come out to the total. Was he just missing a few more things? It wasn’t like Eito to just forget things. Or perhaps it was because his brain had been fried so many times in the restructuring.

Was he forgetting that he was eating things?

Eito curled up on his bed in his cage with the blankets over him.

“Have you eaten today?”

Takumi’s grating voice interrupted Eito’s doomspiraling.

“Yes,” lied Eito. He sat up in his bed and looked at Takumi through the cage bars.

”You know, you don’t have to stay in the cage. You can come to the dorms. We could even have a sleepover in my dorm room,” said Takumi. Eito stared at him blankly.

Sounds like absolute torture.

”I enjoy my cage. It’s very open,” said Eito. Takumi shrugged.

”I just feel so bad for you, all cooped up in here. You seem miserable. I came to apologize, actually.”

Oh?

Takumi held out a box in front of Eito. Eito took it from him.

”Open it.”

Eito complied, taking the top off. Inside, were a bunch of chocolate chip cookies, and they looked hand made.

”Oh, you shouldn’t have!” said Eito, meaning every single second of it. Disgusting Takumi had made him some disgusting cookies. How perfect.

“Consider it my apology for making you feel self concious last week.”

And the cookies were supposed to make him feel better? Eito looked down at them.

“Go ahead, have one,” said Takumi. “Today can be your cheat day.”

”I really shouldn’t,” said Eito. He put his hand on his tummy and patted. Takumi’s eyes were glued to him like a hawk. Ugh, he had to stop doing that. It only made Takumi horny, and Eito disgusted by the fact that it also made him a little horny too. Some messed up part of him felt a perverse joy in teasing Takumi with his own size. “Aha, I feel like every day has been a cheat day. Not enough normal days.”

”Really? I haven’t noticed,” lied Takumi. “You’ve been chosing super healthy ingredients lately.”

And how would Takumi even know that unless he was stalking him! He was definitely doing something to the food. Eito was sure of it.

”Well this was nice of you, I’ll have some later,” said Eito. “Wouldn’t want to have dessert before dinner.”

”But you already ate.”

Takumi’s eyes were wide and unsettling. Shit. Eito cursed internally. Of course Takumi was hanging onto and analyzing every single word he said.

“I meant, for tomorrow,” said Eito. Takumi shrugged.

”Please? I made them myself, they won’t taste as good tomorrow.”

Eito grabbed one of the stupid cookies just to shut Takumi up. He looked at it, then up at Takumi, perhaps giving away the notion that he really didn’t want to eat this right now.

“Oh! I forgot to get you some milk,” said Takumi, slapping his own fist against his hand.

Yeah, totally, that explained the pissed-off look on Eito’s face.

Takumi bolted out of the courtyard.

Eito slumped further onto his bed. If he didn’t know better, he’d think this was a nice gesture on Takumi’s part. But no, it was deeper, more twisted than that. Takumi was obsessed with him. It made his skin crawl. Someone like Takumi, someone so human, had no business making bedroom eyes at him.

He didn’t even realize he was doing it until he started chewing. Eito put the cookie down with the others, a single bite taken out of it. He couldn’t tell if it was actually good or he was just starving from skipping his meal earlier. But one thing was for certain. He had to finish it before Takumi got back, and pretend he had no interest in them.

He scarfed down the cookie, leaving some crumbs on his jacket. He pressed his finger into them to collect them and ate them too, leaving no trace. But as Eito looked down at the box, the way the cookies were arranged it was very obvious that one was missing. He took out a second one, making a far more natural formation.

And he ate that one too.

He looked over at the entrance to the courtyard. Takumi still hadn’t come back yet. What was taking him so long? He probably ran into Nozomi and started fawning over her. It pissed Eito off when he did that. It also made him upset when Takumi was oogling him. Everything about Takumi just kept making him antsy.

Maybe the cookies were supposed to go to her. Or maybe she refused them, so Eito got the scraps. Or worse of all, maybe the two of them had baked them together.

He had a third cookie.

A fourth.

Eito picked the crumbs off his jacket and cursed Takumi for making such a crumbly cookie.

“Ah, you seem to be enjoying them,” said Takumi, returning with a glass of milk in his hand.

What was he, a child??

”Milk?” asked Eito. He took the glass and frowned. “It’s not usually my drink of choice…”

”Oh! I was just thinking it went well with cookies,” said Takumi. Eito shrugged. “Anyway, I assume they were great if you had so many of them. I should have made you more! Do you want more?”

Takumi got a little more serious with the last sentence. Eito looked away, embarrassed when his tummy growled from eating sweets on an empty stomach. 

“Aw man, I knew it,” sighed Takumi. “You’ve been skipping meals again. You shouldn’t do that!”

Eito wanted to roll his eyes so badly but instead he just closed them. 

“Aha, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said. “But thanks for looking out for me, Takumi.”

Leave me alone!

Takumi smiled.

”You’re welcome! I know your appetite has been small lately, so I had FB show me how to use my hemoanima to increase the nutrition of the food.”

Eito almost snapped the box of cookies in half.

He knew it. He knew Takumi was fucking with the food somehow! He wasn’t just crazy. 

Takumi was a sick bastard.

There was only one way to deal with this.

Eito put on his softest doe eyes.

”What? Why would you do something like that?” gasped Eito. Takumi’s eyes widened.

”Huh? I was just trying to help-“

Like hell he was.

”Truth be told, I have been trying to lose weight, and you’ve just been making me fatter,” said Eito with a dramatic sigh. 

Takumi looked like Eito had just revealed his darkest secret. 

“I-“

”But you like that, don’t you,” said Eito, not even giving him a chance to speak. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” exclaimed Takumi a bit too loud. “I just want what’s best for the team-“

”What’s best for the team, Takumi, is honesty. Now are you going to be honest with me?” asked Eito.

Takumi looked down at the ground. 

“It genuinely came from a place of concern.. I don’t like seeing you starve yourself for no reason,” he said. Then he looked up at Eito. “And I mean all the things I’ve said to you. I haven’t lied when I said you look good. I actually think that.”

Eito found himself nibbling on the fifth cookie as he ate up all the words Takumi was saying. Takumi was so clearly driven by his own emotions, notably his sex drive, that he probably didn’t even realize how horny he was being. 

“Look good… how?” asked Eito. He leaned on one of the bars of the cage. He was going to milk this dry.

”Uhhh sexy?” said Takumi, stupidly.

Okay this was a bit much for Eito. His face was redder than Kurara’s mask got when she was embarrassed. 

“What about me is sexy?” asked Eito. Takumi bit his inner lip.

”The way you carry yourself, the confidence, and I mean the curves too,” said Takumi. 

“Curves?”

”Y-your form!” 

“Takumi, you’re making it sound like you like me fat,” said Eito, a bit amused at how flustered Takumi was getting. 

“W-what? I mean, I guess-“

”You guess? Ah… And for a second I thought you were being genuine with me,” said Eito. He was going to force Takumi to admit his fetish to his face.

”No! I mean, maybe?” asked Takumi.

”… Is this why you brought me these?” asked Eito with a gesture to the cookies. He took a sip of the milk to wash it down. 

“…Not entirely.”

”I honestly don’t know what to say, Takumi, this is a big surprise to me,” said Eito. 

“Aha yeah!-“

Eito cut Takumi off with the one glare he allowed himself to give him. It felt justified.

”I’d appreciate it if you stopped trying to make me fatter. Love and peace!”

Takumi looked like he got shot in the chest. He was stunned that Eito had dared to snap at him, even once. 

Eito hoped he didn’t blow his cover.

But it had to be done.

Before long Takumi had left, and Eito polished off the rest of the box of cookies. Takumi was right, they would taste better fresh.

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Eito sat by himself in the cafeteria. There was a chilling silence that accompanied him. Takumi had certainly kept his end of the bargain.

Even if that meant that he was now ignoring Eito completely. 

He was in the cafeteria too, talking to Nozomi and Moko about something. Eito couldn’t help stare in that direction, getting annoyed with how long he could look at Takumi without the guy even noticing.

But near the end of breakfast, Takumi did look over and for a split second they made eye contact. 

And then Takumi left. 

There wasn’t much to do now that Takumi was avoiding him. Part of Eito wished that he hadn’t been so harsh with Takumi. But what was he supposed to do? Takumi was causing all kinds of uncomfortable feelings in him. 

Eito made his way to the library and picked out a book to reae. He could hardly concentrate on any of the words. All he could think about was Takumi’s hands against his bare skin, grabbing and groping him as if he were the sexiest thing Takumi had ever touched.

Was he really that sexy?

Eito looked down at himself, shapeless in his big puffy jacket. He’d never considered himself sexy before. Maybe he was. Or at least just sexy to Takumi.

And now he’d never get a chance to be sexy again, since he pushed Takumi away.

Not that he wanted to be sexy. He obviously hated it the first time.…

Eito put the book down and went to his dorm room. He rarely came here, except when he needed to shower.

Which was becoming far more common nowadays, since Takumi seemed to have a frustrating effect on his libido.

Eito didn’t jerk off much. Not before coming here. The cold shower could only do so much, sometimes he gave in to the temptation. But it was getting to the point where he had to take care of himself every day.

The water dripped down off his body. He decided to scrub down, soapy hands against his soft flesh.

Takumi was really into these curves, wasn’t he? His hands had explored his softness, cupping him wherever he could. It was incredibly lustful and perverted. He looked down at himself, watching the water drip. 

He didn’t know when he started touching his cock. But his hand began to stroke, up and down. His other hand traced along his body, trying to recreate that sensation that Takumi had given him weeks ago. Grabbing and groping himself, feeling every inch jiggle and shake as he moved his body around.

Eito was glad the mirror in the bathroom fogged up. He didn’t want to know if he was blushing. 

It didn’t take long for him to cum. He washed it away in the shower as if nothing happened. He cleaned his hands, then washed his hair, and afterwards got out and toweled himself off. 

This was all stupid Takumi’s fault. He was never this horny before. And now it was just a part of his routine. Eito rolled his eyes at the thought. Some sacrifice had to be made, he assumed, all for his master plan. 

Everything was so confusing. Part of him even missed the lunches he spent with Takumi. Even if Takumi was weirdly perverted about it. Maybe if he let Takumi feed him again, it’d lead to him touching his body…

Eito didn’t allow himself to entertain the thoughts anymore. 

But he did go back to the cafeteria for a little stress snack. 

Takumi was so stress inducing.

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Takumi certainly held up his end of the bargain. In fact, he seemed to be actively avoiding Eito whenever the two of them were in the cafeteria together. He would either immediately leave, or sit somewhere further away so they wouldn’t end up talking. 

It was a nice bit of peace and quiet for the first few days, since Eito didn’t have to endure his stench and ugly visage. 

But he couldn’t shake that feeling away. The ghost of Takumi’s hands still ravaged over his body.

Of course he couldn’t ask Takumi to touch him again. That was completely off the table. He had more self respect than that. Although he wished it were easy to bait Takumi, to make everything seem like it was Takumi’s idea. But that would be difficult in their current premise. Besides, Takumi was avoiding him now. Which would pose to be a problem. In order for Eito’s plan to work, he would have to regain Takumi’s trust and befriend him again.

He knew one thing for sure that would get his attention.

Even if it meant backtracking a little bit. 

It started like any other morning, where Eito gagued the time he expected Takumi to be in the cafeteria. He showed up just a few minutes after Takumi did, so it would have been extra awkward if Takumi got up and left. He got his breakfast and sat down at an angle where Takumi wouldn’t even have to turn his head to see him. 

And he began eating his breakfast. Kurara had made her curry with more than enough to share. Eito had given himself a hefty serving of rice with it, shoveling it down before pausing to look if Takumi had been paying attention.

But when he looked up, Takumi was deep in conversation with Moko about something. Eito didn’t care what, it was probably meaningless. He looked down at his scraped-clean plate and scowled slightly. Takumi may not have even noticed what was going on. He’d have to try again some other day.

Eito brought his plate up to put away, and then paused. Kurara did make a lot of curry. Another serving couldn’t hurt, and Takumi may even pay attention, now that he was finished with his meal as well.

And so he started in on another serving, a smaller portion than he had before. Eito licked the spoon clean in between bites, glancing over at Takumi to see if he was noticing. 

It felt like Takumi was purposefully avoiding staring at him. It was irritating.

But then things changed.

On the second to last bite, they finally, and briefly, made eye contact. Takumi looked over as if he were guilty of even laying eyes on him, nervously changing the subject and darting his eyes off to the side. He fidgeted with his legs under the table, and chewed on his bottom lip. Eito saw him steal another glance before getting even more flustered.

Was the act of Eito eating that erotic to him?

Eito slowly had his last bite, and immediately wished it wasn’t. 

Takumi was locked on. It was too easy, Eito knew him too well. But his sudden attention came all too late. Why couldn’t he have noticed him when he was still on the first plate? Eito sighed as he got up to bring up his plate for real this time.

Or so he thought.

He must have been on autopilot, thinking about Takumi when he made himself another plate. He supposed he wasn’t terribly full.

Was that all it took for him to have more? The fact that he could help himself to more, should it be readily available? Eito didn’t think about it much, and instead began to have his third helping of curry and rice. 

Takumi looked like he was about to start drooling. Whatever he and Moko were discussing before was no longer relevant. Eito could see Takumi fidgeting even more.

But Takumi wasn’t the only person who noticed the extra servings.

”Are you eating for three? Save some curry for the rest of us,” sneered Kurara. Eito wanted to roll his eyes at her so badly but withheld the commentary. 

“It’s just, you made so much, and it was so yummy,” said Eito. He gave her a cheesy smile. “Sharing is caring! Love and peace!”

”Don’t care, fatass,” scoffed Kurara.

”Lay off him, you should see it as a compliment that he likes your cooking so much,” said Takumi. Eito really didn’t need him to come to the rescue, but it definitely would be easier to deal with the situation so he conceded.

He wondered if this is what it finally took for Takumi to stop avoiding him. Eito’s last words to Takumi the other day were really stern, so Takumi was probably ashamed for his interest in Eito’s weight.

Which made this gesture disgustingly sweet. Takumi probably debated helping in his head, and then decided it would be better because they were friends. Aw. 

”Ah, I guess I just couldn’t help myself,” said Eito, laying it on thick for Takumi’s benefit. He rested his hand on his tummy. Takumi gulped.

“Y-yeah. Of course,” said Takumi. “I wouldn’t even be surprised if he wanted more.”

More? Takumi, the horniest of horny bastards. Eito saw right through him. 

But… maybe he would throw him a bone. Just this one time, and one time only. To seal the deal. 

“She still has a lot left, perhaps I will,” said Eito. He then looked down, trying to hide a devious smile. “No… I’ve had enough, I shouldn’t-“

”He can have my extra helping!” said Takumi, rushing to get himself a plate. 

”Hah?! Something nefarious is going on but I can’t place my finger on it. But admit it, you are addicted to my curry!” shouted Kurara.

”It’s just that good,” said Eito. Kurara seemed satisfied with the response.

Takumi brought Eito back a heaping pile of curry and rice. Eito looked at Takumi expectantly.

”Oh… This is a lot, isn’t it,” said Takumi. Eito poked at it with a utensil.

”If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you overfilled it on purpose,” said Eito, direct eye contact with Takumi.

”I’ll get rid of half of it-“ Takumi tried to grab the plate. Eito resisted. 

“I’m sure you made me a reasonable serving size, as a helpful friend,” said Eito. Takumi was red in the face, almost shaking with anticipation as Eito took his first bite.

Was he going to finish the plate? Probably not. But the way Takumi was staring disgustingly at him almost made him want to. Just to see how Takumi would react. He was well past the point of hunger, and probably would be for the rest of the day. But watching Takumi’s every move was fascinating. 

Takumi gripped the side of the table so hard his fingers turned white. He was going to crack a nail at this rate. Eito could feel his pants and jacket stretching tightly over his tummy. He had quite a lot of curry, didn’t he. 

Eito was so fixated on Takumi, he didn’t even realize how much of a stomach ache he’d given himself. This was a lot more he bit off than he could chew. He must have made some sort of grimace, because Takumi switched sided of the table and sat next to him. He immediately put his hand on Eito’s tummy and began to rub.

It all happened so suddenly that Eito didn’t realize at first whst was going on.

He didn’t complain.

“M-maybe that’s enough,” stammered Takumi. “Kurara will make her curry again sometime, you can have it then.” 

Eito could hardly pay attention to Takumi’s words. All he could fixate on was the feeling of his hands touching him. Which is what he wanted, he’d succeeded in his mission. It only cost him four plates of curry and stuffing himself silly.

Takumi was holding back, Eito could tell. Every time he moved his hands further from his middle, Takumi would cop a feel, or a squeeze, then quickly move his hands back. He just couldn’t get enough of Eito.

Now there was even more of Eito than there was the last time Takumi touched him. He could tell Takumi had noticed.

Eito leaned into the touches a bit. It did feel soothing. A much needed remedy.

That’s all Takumi was good for, he was nothing more than a tool. And how multipurpose of him to include ‘belly ache relief’ as one of his tasks.

Eito felt himself getting a bit hot and bothered with the way Takumi was touching him. Takumi was obsessed, and Eito could feel every bit of that obsession. He was glad he was sitting down. He knew he should use his boner supression trick of just looking at any of the hideous monsters around him, but Takumi was mixing pain with pleasure. It only made him more aroused.

”I’ll have to leave more for everyone else next time,” said Eito with a smile, hiding his conflicting emotions.

”Or we can ask Kurara to just make more curry. You should be able to have as many helpings as you’d like,” said Takumi. Wow, he just wouldn’t give it up, would he?

Then something happened. Eito exhaled, and suddenly felt a bit more comfortable. The curry had been sitting heavy, it was a lot of rice, afterall.

Takumi blushed as he looked down, and reached under the table. He took his hands off Eito and then made awkward eye contact. 

“Um…”

”What is it?” asked Eito. Takumi wouldn’t stop blushing. He held out his hand. Eito put his underneath.

Then Takumi dropped the button to Eito’s pants.

Eito immediately went to feel, and sure enough there was nothing but string where his button had been attached.

Oh.

This was absolutely embarrassing. 

“I think Gaku knows how to sew, we can ask him to-“

Eito cut Takumi off. 

He was not telling Gaku that he ate too much and busted out of his pants. Gaku, of all people? That would have to be a humiliation ritual.

“I think I’m done here,” he said, before leaving the cafeteria button in hand.

”Eito, wait, I need to talk to you-“ said Takumi.

”Later,” said Eito as he rushed off. Little did he know, that would become a promise.

Eito made his way back to the cage and sat down, completely mortified of this encounter. He just wanted to rile Takumi up, not eat himself out of his pants! He looked down at his distended gut. Fuck, he really overdid it, he was going to get so fat. Eito scowled to himself. Takumi would be even more insatiable around him, wouldn’t he?

But… He already grabbed him again un prompted. Eito could work with this. He just had to tease Takumi, one step at a time.

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Eito didn’t leave his cage the next day. He found it hard to sleep that night. His mind kept wandering back to the day before.

What was he hoping to accomplish by getting Takumi’s attention again? When he had it, he’d pushed Takumi away. And now that Takumi had been avoiding him, he wanted nothing more than for him to be obsessed again.

It was so truly annoying.

He’d humiliated himself. Despite putting his efforts towards losing weight, he had gotten too fat for his own pants. It was the exact opposite of what he was supposed to do. Eito played with the button in his fingers. He supposed he could run to the gift o matic at some point late into the night and make himself a new pair of pants. If he didn’t, he’d be stuck in his cage indefinitely. 

Maybe that wasn’t so bad.

If he couldn’t go anywhere, there was no way to run into the Takumi problem.

Eito rolled over on his side, the pangs of hunger starting to take over. He’d skipped the last few meals, too embarrassed to show his face in the cafeteria again.

Eito shut his eyes and tried to ignore the feeling. 

And then they snapped back open.

He had quite the unexpected visitor.

Takumi gave an awkward wave from the entrance of the courtyard. In his other hand was a bowl of pasta, and on his arm was a pair of white pants draped over it.

Eito’s cheeks pinkened.

”You know you don’t have to stay in the cage,” said Takumi. “You can go back to your dorm room. I bet it’s more comfortable there.”

The dorms stink like humans.

”That’s okay!” said Eito, assuming his cheery persona. “I’ll be a good boy and stay here. I know some of the others don’t trust me, I don’t want to make them nervous.”

”I trust you,” said Takumi.

Only an idiot would.

”That makes me feel all warm inside. Love and peace!”

Eito tugged down on his jacket to make sure it was covering all of his skin, since his pants were unfastened. Thankfull, as long as he didn’t stand up, it would be fine. 

“I brought you something,” said Takumi, before grabbing the door to the cage. “Um, may I come in?”

”You already invited yourself in, I say why not?” joked Eito, wishing that Takumi had just dropped the food off and left. Takumi nodded and welcomed himself inside.

He handed Eito the pants, awkwardly, his cheeks red with embarrassment.

”I made some from the gift o matic, since uh… your other pants are no good,” said Takumi. He handed them over. 

Eito stared at him for a second.

This had to be some sort of humiliation ritual on Eito’s part. How could Takumi be so overt about this? 

He had to admit, it technically was thoughtful on Takumi’s part. 

Whatever.

”Oh…”

“W-wait! Don’t be sad, there’s nothing to be ashamed of. It happens to everyone,” said Takumi. 

In what world did people regularly eat three times the amount of breakfast they should, and break their pants? Takumi’s horny was showing. 

Eito pretended not to see it.

“Has it happened to you?” asked Eito. 

“No… Uh, not yet, I suppose,” said Takumi, tapping his chin. “But I really wouldn’t think too much about it.”

”Too late,” said Eito. He was interrupted by yet another stomach growl. He quickly put his arm over it to try to silence himself.

“Have you been skipping meals again?” asked Takumi. 

“No,” lied Eito. 

Takumi put his hands on his hips. 

“As team leader, I can’t sit here and approve of this behavior. Let’s get you some dinner,” said Takumi, picking up the bowl he brought. Eito held his hands out in protest. 

“Hold on a second. First of all, I can eat it myself, and second of all, you need to leave so I can put my new pants on,” stammered Eito. 

“Oh, uh, I’ll turn around,” said Takumi, turning 180 degrees. “Let me know when they’re on.”

Eito rolled his eyes at Takumi. Even a nice gesture like this probably had perverted undertones. He waited a second before considering it. Takumi really wasn’t turning back to face him, he may as well switch them.

Eito took his pants off quickly and grabbed the new ones. They weren’t as snug. Takumi must have sized them up. Still, they were more comfortable, so he couldn’t complain.

”Alright, I’m done,” said Eito. Takumi spun around. 

“Great! Wow, they look really nice on you,” he said. It was sickening. Takumi really just was saying anything to Eito. How could he say these things with a straight face?

“Really? Aren’t they just the same?” asked Eito.

”Well, the old ones looked good too,” said Takumi. He picked up the bowl of pasta. “Here, have some.”

”I can eat it myself,” protested Eito as Takumi began to stir the sauce. Takumi shook his head.

”You haven’t been doing a good job of that lately,” said Takumi, spearing one of the spiral pasta with the fork and offering it to Eito. “So I’m here to help!”

This absolutely revolting behavior on Takumi’s end seemed to be disguised with genuine concern.

True, he had been skipping meals, but that was because he made a fool of himself and overate in front of Takumi. 

And why had he done that? For attention.

And what was he getting now?

Attention from Takumi.

Takumi was so, so stupid. All this meant was that his ploy was working and Takumi was none the wiser that Eito was tricking him from behind the scenes. 

So he leaned out, and took a bite. 

Takumi prepared another, and another. Eito felt Takumi’s hand rest on his thigh. He could have pushed him off, but he didn’t. That hand moved to his waist, resting first to test out the waters. Eito didn’t budge. Instead, he let Takumi’s hand explore, and even start to grab him.

When did Takumi even start touching him? It was troublesome, he should definitely push him off.

Or pretend he didn’t notice it. 

”You really shouldn’t be skipping meals, it’s not good for you,” said Takumi, rubbing circles into Eito’s tummy. 

Eito winced. Here it was again, Takumi’s condescending tone with nefarious purposes. He was only doing this for Eito because he was sickeningly horny.

And Eito… He certainly wasn’t protesting. As long as he didn’t instigate, or push Takumi away, he was nothing more than a neutral observer in whatever was going on. 

He didn’t have to admit he enjoyed this, at all. 

Because obviously he didn’t, not when Takumi was so carefully giving him pasta, not when Takumi’s hand was brushing against him through his jacket, not when Takumi was looking at him with such sappy eyes. 

Sappy, revolting eyes. Eito looked away. He couldn’t continue to look at Takumi without feeling like he was going to throw up.

Instead, he fixated on the bowl.

Eito noticed the pasta dwindling down. Takumi began to spear smaller bites of pasta, just so they could do this longer.

He was really into Eito, wasn’t he…

It suddenly became all too much. Takumi’s stupid feelings were going to be the end of him. He had to put a stop to this, now.

”This is embarrassing,” Eito finally mustered the courage to say. 

“W-what? I thought it was totally fine. I’m just doing you a favor,” said Takumi.

Ah, so that’s what he was calling it.

”A favor?” suggested Eito. “Then why were you touching me through my jacket?”

Takumi looked off to the side.

”Um, I was just… I… To help, I guess… Would you rather I have unzipped your jacket?” Takumi stammered out.

In what world would the unzipped jacket be helpful?!

Eito was too stunned to speak, a convinient excuse for when Takumi began to unzip his coat. He wore a white undershirt underneath, just another layer of protection against the yucky humans.

“You really want to get me undressed, huh…” Eito mused. 

Takumi got more flustered.

”I uh, I’m just, I’m making you comfortable, I mean, I… Oh what’s the use,” Takumi said with a sigh. “Am I making it weird?”

Fucking yeah you are.

”…” 

Eito was silent.

All of Takumi’s touching was starting to get him rather bothered. He could hardly look Takumis in the eyes, not like this. Eito was glad, yet again, that his boner was not visible in his lap, or Takumi would never let him live it down.

”I think you’re just weird to begin with,” said Eito, deflecting the question. 

That seemed to be enough for Takumi. 

Takumi looked at the two pieces of pasta in the bowl. He pushed them around with the fork.

Eito rolled his eyes.

Whatever this was, was about to end, and now Eito could go about his day plotting how he was going to turn the group against Takumi.

Well, he could plot later. The more Takumi trusted him, the better. 

And what better way to do that then to work with what he had?

”If I finish my bowl like a good boy, can I have dessert?” asked Eito.

Takumi’s eyes almost popped out of his head.

”Of course!”

He quickly scooped the pasta up and gave it to Eito. And then bolted out of the courtyard. 

Such a simple guy. 

Eito had to admit though, everything always tasted better when Takumi fed it to him. Perhaps it was an actual difference or perhaps he just wasn’t used to being cared for so meticulously. 

Takumi was back with some strawberry cake. 

He wasted no time propping himself next to Eito on his bed, almost climbing into his lap.

”Open up!”

It was cheesy, but Eito complied. Takumi always had an insistance on feeding him directly, so he went along with it.

Takumi’s touches felt so much more visceral through his tshirt. Now that there was less of a barrier, he could feel him more. It made his skin crawl, but at the same time had him wanting more. 

It didn’t quite feel like it had when Takumi had lathered him with sunscreen. Eito felt a bit frustrated. He had been fixated on that feeling specifically, Takumi touching him through his clothes just wasn’t the same. 

He grabbed Takumi by the wrist. For a second, Takumi looked offended. Eito looked away, then brought it underneath the base of his shirt. 

Takumi wasted no time letting his hand explore, skin against skin on Eito’s soft body. 

“Is it good?” asked Takumi, breathy. 

Eito nearly jumped up.

“Is what good?!”

”The cake,” said Takumi, squeezing Eito’s love handle. He pushed another bite against Eito’s lips. The strawberry was sweet and the cake was moist. 

And Takumi’s hands on his body felt both revolting and alluring.

”Splendid.”

Takumi’s face was just inches away from Eito’s. He looked at him expectantly. 

Eito stared back. 

“Can I try some?” asked Takumi.

”I mean sure?” said Eito.

He thought Takumi was just going to take a bite of the cake. Instead, he found Takumi’s lips against his own. 

Oh.

Eito’s face went red. Takumi pulled away. 

“Oh, I, uh, I’m sorry,” Takumi said.

Takumi pulled his hand out of Eito’s shirt and got up. 

“I’ve actually got a bunch of things I’m late for, bye!”

Takumi rushed out, leaving Eito to sit on his bed alone, very confused about how he felt. He didn’t have much time to process it.

He looked at the cake, thankfully all he could taste of Takumi was strawberry. 

He quite liked the flavor.

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Eito had known that Takumi had a bit of a crush on him from the subtle behaviors he displayed weeks ago. The way he was always undressing him with his eyes and poorly flirting were hard to ignore. But it was easy to dismiss them as being in Eito’s head. 

Until Takumi kissed him. 

It was completely unecessary, and totally inexcuseable. 

Eito didn’t want to talk about it. It would be better if the two of them just pretended it never happened. He didn’t want to kiss slimey sticky Takumi anyway. Of all the people here, Takumi was one of the worst.

So why did his chest hurt when he was ignored?

Takumi seemed to be avoiding him again. He ducked out of rooms the second Eito joined, and would pass by when he popped his head in and saw him. 

This was totally fine. Eito kept telling himself that. There were plenty of things he could do on his own that didn’t require any interaction from Takumi.

…Unfortunately a lot of that meant absent minded snacking while pouring through a book.

Subconciously, he knew Takumi’s affection was impacting him. He felt a certain fuzzy feeling when Takumi fed him, and was trying to replicate it himself.

Maybe it wasn’t the act of feeding him.

Eito looked around the library to see if anyone else was there. Not a soul to be found. The coast was clear. 

He put his hand on his stomach, like Takumi always did. He had a perverted fascination, and was really bad at hiding it. He rubbed, slightly.

There was a little feeling, but not much. It wasn’t like how Takumi made him feel. Eito grit his teeth. Perhaps he needed more stimulation. And so, the jacket became unzipped. 

Now would be the worst time for anyone to walk in on him. Cheeks flushed red, he touched his own soft tummy, pushing into it with his fingers. He had never been more aware of all of his curves as he was now. He couldn’t let Takumi be the knowledge expert on his body, now, could he? 
He slid his fingers under the bottom of his gut, squished between it and his thighs. Warm… 

He bet Takumi would like to put his hands here too. 

It would feel better than Eito doing it himself. 

He was so caught up in his own fantasy, that he hardly registered Takumi walking into the room. 

The only saving grace was the breathy “… Takumi” that had escaped Eito’s mouth alerting a response of “Oh, hi Eito” from the very present Takumi who had entered into his presence. 

Eito’s cheeks pinkened. 

What was Takumi doing here? Did he even know how to read?!

Stupid idiot Takumi. Why did he show up now of all times?

Eito quickly stopped fondling his own chub and went to zip up his jacket, fumbling with getting the zipper to attach at the bottom. 

Takumi put his hands over Eito’s, and looked up at him. 

“I’ll help you,” said Takumi. He knealt down in front of Eito. 

It was oddly erotic.

Sure, show up now that I’m exposed and in a compromising position. Ignore me whenever things are hard for you. Whatever.

”What would I do without my best friend Takumi.” Eito hoped he sounded chipper, and not like he wanted Takumi to explode into a million pieces right now. 

“Haha, yeah… I figured I should pay you a visit,” said Takumi. He finally got the zipper to meet at the bottom. 

Eito furrowed his brows.

”Hm? I was getting so lonely, you avoided me for so long,” said Eito. “I thought you forgot about me.”

”Oh, no, I just had some things to work through. I dunno, I just- I wasn’t going to rush things, but then Gaku-“

”What about Gaku?” asked Eito, increasingly concerned where the conversation was going. 

“Well he said you grabbed another box of crackers and cheese, and we both know you never return those to the cafeteria so… I was worried something like this would happen,” said Takumi. He pulled the zipper upwards, over the curve of Eito’s tummy. It was agonizingly slow. “Sometimes you overdo it a little, and I was worried you would have another really embarrassing wardrobe malfunction and-“

Eito felt like grabbing Takumi by the lips and pinching them until they sealed shut so he’d never have to hear him speak again.

Embarrassing wardrobe malfunction? Gaku gossiping about his eating habits? Takumi thinking he burst out of his jacket in the library?

It was all clearly just part of Takumi’s horny fetish.

Still, it was disgustingly hot and bothering for Eito. And he couldn’t just tell Takumi that no, he didn’t have a wardrobe malfunction, he was trying to touch himself in a way that was reminiscent on how Takumi did it. 

“Wow, how kind of you. If I didn’t know any better, I would say you were stalking me. Haha, I know you would never do that though, Takumi. Because we’re great friends,” said Eito, giving Takumi a cheeky smile. Takumi rested his hands on Eito’s thighs, still looking up at him from the floor. Eito squirmed. 

“Yeah, friends…” said Takumi, meeting him with an awkward smile. 

“Is something wrong? Are we not friends?” asked Eito. 

Takumi shook his head. 

“No, no, it’s not that. It’s… Ah, forget it,” said Takumi. 

So Takumi wasn’t going to confess. Whatever. Eito could play as dumb as he liked, but he decided to have some fun with it. 

“You really are touchy, Takumi,” said Eito, looking down at Takumi’s hands on his thighs. Maybe if he attracted attention to it, Takumi would realize that he was crossing the “friend” boundary pretty loudly.

Instead, it had the opposite effect.

Takumi cocked his head seductively.

”Oh? Am I…?” Takumi inched his fingers up Eito’s thigh. “I just want to make sure you’re feeling okay, I walked in on something personal, didn’t I?”

Well yes, but no. 

Eito’s breath hitched once Takumi touched the underside of his stomach, slipping his fingers underneath so they sandwiched with his thighs. Just like earlier. 

And it did feel so much more electric. It was nauseating.

”You were touching yourself like this when I came in, do you have a tummyache?” asked Takumi, with an almost pout in his face.

Not for any of the reasons you think. 

He could, and should, tell Takumi to back the fuck off. He didn’t like Takumi like that. 

… He didn’t want to like Takumi like that.

”Why did you kiss me?” Eito blurted out. He couldn’t keep it in anymore, even though he knew the answer. 

Takumi looked startled. 

“Do we need to make things weird right now?”

Things were weird the second he knealt before him. Eito sighed. 

“Takumi… We only have a hundred days before the mission completes. We only get to be in our youths this one time, why should we keep our feelings all bottled up?”

It was genius. Eito could add his own flavor of psychological torture onto Takumi, to make him totally own up to how he felt. If he could make Takumi feel half the discomfort he did, it would be worth it. 

And then Takumi countered him. 

His stupid eyes widened at Eito’s words, which struck a chord within him. 

Takumi grabbed Eito’s hands. 

“So you… feel it too? I knew it! All your flirting has been driving me crazy, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. I know it’s a little soon, but you’re right, we only have a hundred days… Do you want to go back to my room? The library’s kinda public.”

Eito’s jaw dropped.

What!

This… this was not what he was planning on. 

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Eito knew he should stop whatever was happening. He knew he shouldn’t have let Takumi take his hand in the library. He shouldn’t have followed him to his dorm room. He shouldn’t have kicked his shoes off and sat on Takumi’s bed when he was prompted to. 

So he shouldn’t have been surprised when Takumi lost his composure completely. 

“I just can’t help myself, you’ve been driving me crazy lately,” said Takumi, eyes wide with lust after Eito sitting down caused the bed to creak.

You’re crazy. 

“Have I?” Eito asked ingenuinely. Takumi nodded his head. 

“Ever since we… Ever since I kissed you, I’ve been thinking about you all day,” said Takumi. “And a lot at night, too.”

Disgusting pervert!

”It’s embarrassing, but I saved a bit of the cake,” admitted Takumi. “The taste was so strong on your lips that I’ve been indulging in a little taste just to remember it.”

Eito was speechless. Takumi was so astronomically down bad for him it was pathetic. He could picture it now, stupid Takumi licking cake off his fingers as he touched himself to Eito. 

“Do you think about me?” asked Takumi. 

More than he’d like to admit. 

“Sometimes,” said Eito, as if he hadn’t been fondling himself to the idea of Takumi in the library. The answer was a lot more than a simple ‘sometimes’.

“Right now?” asked Takumi. 

“Huh?”

There was no way Takumi should be able to tell he was hardening up. One of the benefits of having his gut sit in his lap. 

“You always get this look on your face that’s really guilty. It’s okay, I feel it too,” said Takumi. “I can take care of it for you, if you want.”

”Oh, you really don’t have to,” Eito replied.

”I want to.”

Takumi sounded like a spoiled child being told he couldn’t have ice cream for dinner. Eito almost broke character and rolled his eyes at him.

As much as the idea of Takumi touching him was repulsive, he didn’t know how to get out of the situation. Takumi felt really pushy today. He could dance through another set of “but I’m not ready yet” and all it would do was prolong the amount of time he was forced to spend here. 

“Love and peace!” Eito tossed up a peace sign. That’s what he was all about, right? And love could mean multiple things… It made sense for him and Takumi to do “love” things. 

“I bet your pants are really tight,” said Takumi. He grabbed Eito’s groin area, pushing the palm of his hand onto his cock. Fear was an emotion that could lead to an erection. Eito would tell himself this was why he was hardening against Takumi’s touch. 

“They usually are,” Eito laid on thickly. 

Nasty, vile, rotten, repulsive!

He was too close to completing his goals to risk ruining everything right now. No matter how much he wanted to throw Takumi off him and scorn him for his behaviors, he had to keep up his ruse. The new Eito was about ‘love and peace’, and apparently also about ‘rubs and eats’ by the way Takumi was touching him. One hand on his crotch, the other unzipping his jacket and purposefully stopping when it got to the roundest part of his belly. Takumi looked up at Eito, lips parted enough for him to see his stupid teeth protruding from his gums. 

“Hey, Eito?” Takumi asked. 

What the hell more could you possibly want from me?!

”Yes, Takumi?” Eito forced out in a pleasant tone. 

“I’m having a hard time getting your jacket off. D-do you think you can suck in for me?”

Takumi truly was a babbling blushing mess of a boy. Even someone with half a brain would be able to figure out that his midsection was nowhere near tight enough for this to be necessary. It was Takumi’s sex-preoccupied brain taking control of the conversation. He probably fantasized about this very moment, tricking Eito into eating more and more, over and over again as he filled out the inside of his jacket. It would obscure just how big he had gotten, puffy and shapeless, until it was pushing at the seams and leaving Eito out of breath trying to unzip it. 

Of course, that’s what stupid pervert Takumi would be thinking. 

“You’re so forwards, Takumi,” said Eito shyly as a last ditch effort to soft reject Takumi. He was met instead by more palming of his cock, now moistening with precum. 

“I don’t mind. I know you can be a little shy,” said Takumi, completely missing the point. “You don’t have to be shy around me, Eito. I want to take your jacket off because I want to see you. I want to touch you. I want to make you feel so good.”

You make me feel bad, dumbass. 

Eito bit down on his inner lip. He gave Takumi a cute pout, then sucked his stomach in. Just a little bit. He felt so fucking fat as Takumi pretended to struggle with the zipper still, letting out the breath and seeing his middle surge out between each side of the jacket once he unhooked it from the bottom. 

Takumi reached out and put his hand on Eito’s belly. 

“I feel like you get bigger every time I see you,” Takumi said in awe. 

Whose fault was that? Mostly Takumi’s. And Eito’s, to an extent, for indulging Takumi in his fetish. 

“Do I? I think you haven’t been paying attention,” said Eito. 

“Trust me, I pay plenty of attention to you,” said Takumi. He unzipped Eito’s pants, giving him more room to relax. His deft fingers pulled out Eito’s cock, from the confines of his white boxer briefs. 

“How does that feel? Does it feel good?” asked Takumi, pumping Eito’s cock in steady motions. His other hand slid under the hem of Eito’s shirt, cupping his fat lovehandle in his hand and jiggling him. Eito couldn’t even pick one thing to focus on, everything was so overwhelming. Takumi’s hands felt disgusting, his sweaty palms burned against his skin and felt almost like they were causing a rash. But at the same time, the motion of his dick being played while being praised by Takumi was impossible to ignore, a contradictory horniness plagueing him. He wanted to shove Takumi, and take a shower immediately to wash all the filth off his body. But he knew he’d spend that shower touching himself exactly where Takumi did, cupping his curves and shaking himself with the same rhythm as he hand fucked his cock. 

“T-too much,” Eito gasped out. 

Takumi slowed down the pace. 

“Aw, are you getting out of breath? Overstimulated?” Takumi asked. Sure, whatever. Eito nodded his head, and with much relief from him Takumi retracted his hands. It seemed like this… whatever it was, was over. 

Until Takumi reached into his night stand and pulled out a pack of condoms. 

“I bet my hands feel really different than yours,” said Takumi. He ripped the pack open and fumbled with it trying to get it on Eito’s erect penis. “This will make it less sensitive.”

Eito winced as Takumi touched his cock again, this time far less irritating as his slimey skin wasn’t accosting him. He looked away, if he wasn’t directly staring at Takumi while he was stroking him off it actually felt quite pleasant, in an odd way. He felt himself buck his hips slightly to get more sensation, more, he wanted more. 

“Do you want to touch me?” asked Takumi, eyes wet and pathetic. 

Eito closed his eyes and shook his head. No, he did not. 

“Aha… That’s okay. Next time,” said Takumi. Eito breathed a sigh of relief. Thankfully he wouldn’t have to put his hand down Takumi’s musty pants. But how far would they end up going? Eito could feel this wasn’t going to be a one time thing. Takumi was absolutely enamored with him. He was glad his ruse was believable enough. This would make the betrayal later all the more haunting. 

Or so he’d tell himself. 

Takumi went back to rubbing Eito’s belly with his other hand, pressing his fingers into his flesh. His mouth was watering like a dog who had a fresh steak. 

It was horrifying. It made him horny. 

“I think— nevermind,” said Takumi. 

“Hm?” Eito inquired. 

“I shouldn’t say,” said Takumi. 

“Don’t leave me hanging,” said Eito.

”It’s just… I was thinking about the Eito from our first timeline again. I think he was bigger than you. That’s all.”

Deep down Eito knew Takumi was probably lying to get Eito all riled up. But he felt a fierce competitiveness with this alternate version of himself. He looked down at his lap, towards where Takumi was jerking his cock and how the bottom of his belly peeked out of his stretched out tshirt. He already felt huge. And greedy Takumi wanted him bigger. 

His first thought shouldn’t have been to try to get fatter than this hypothetical Eito out of pure competition. He indulged it anyways. What happened to that diet he was supposed to be on?

Takumi’s hand explored his body. It touched his big thighs, his back, and even cupped his soft chest. He ran his thumb over Eito’s nipple, hardening it through his shirt. 

“You’re so fucking hot,” Takumi moaned out. Takumi wiggled his hips, trying to get some relief for the neglected tent in his own pants that Eito refused to touch. 

“Are you close?” asked Takumi. “You’re breathing really heavy. Your cheeks are pink. It’s cute, seems like I got you really worked up.”

Eito gasped again as Takumi continued to jerk him off. He really was close, close to cumming but also close to finally snapping and throwing Takumi off him. Or throwing up. His nausea was overwhelming, holding back the bile in his throat as Takumi rattled off praise for what a good boy he was being. He was a good boy, wasn’t he? Takumi loved that about him. 

“Yes.”

He wanted it to stop. He wanted to run off and clean himself. But he also wanted it to continue. For Takumi to grope him and grab him and run his hands all over his doughy body and praise him for how fat he got. It was unnerving but that made it all the more sexually interesting. 

And then Takumi kissed him again. He came more abruptly than he expected, thankful that he had a condom on to catch the mess. Takumi pushed down on his gut with his hand, locking him into the kiss. 

Horrible, vile, nasty, rotten—! 

Eito pulled out of the kiss and before he could stop himself, bile and other horrendous liquids came out of his mouth right onto Takumi’s floor. The taste burned his mouth but not as bad as how Takumi’s hands felt. 

He sat there for a second in fear that he had been discovered, that Takumi knew the brainwashing hadn’t worked at all and humans were still repulsive to him.

It was all over. His heart sank. 

Until Takumi stood up. 

“Eito! I’m sorry… Was that too much for you?” asked Takumi. 

Eito was silent. 

“I should have been more gentle with you,” said Takumi. He gave Eito’s stomach a pat, and only then did Eito realize that Takumi thought he puked from being squeezed too hard, and not because his disgusting lips touched Eito’s mouth. 

He’d go with this story. 

“I’m sorry for the mess, I can help clean up,” offered Eito. 

Takumi shook his head. 

“It’s my fault for being too rough. I’ll get you some water. You can just wait here, I’ll take care of everything.”

Eito breathed a sigh of relief once Takumi was gone to get supplies to clean up. Thankfully, he hadn’t been caught.