So... I'm just going to see myself out of the fandom now... sorry for writing this. xD This is my first attempt at Dragon Age kink and I absolutely love this stuff.

Warnings: weight gain, spanking, humiliation, allusion to feeding


Hawke moved quickly out of the bed and towards a shirt or something to cover his body with but not before Anders got his fill, his peek at the man he fell for all those years ago. Flesh bunched up all over the Champion, not to an exuberant amount but enough to at least be noticeable. As the man moved, with an air of hurriedness in the darkened room, his limbs bounced, they shook with a newfound heaviness to them.

Anders could not help but eat up the man's body with his scrutinizing gaze. The abs and ripped muscles had been nice, though nothing at all comparable to this softness. These pockets of extra flesh distributed evenly around Hawke's body that drove the mage wild with desire. He wanted desperately to squeeze his hands in it, feel Hawke's fat bunch up in his fists as he molded it in his hands and praised him, praised him for looking like a god.

He wanted to rest his head on that gut, feel Hawke heave and jiggle with every movement. He wanted to cause his lover's body to shake, to poke it and watch the effects of the small interaction ripple through the once lean rogue. Anders bit his lip in attempts to halt the growing hardness he felt between his leg. Hawke pulled the nightshirt over his body, the light of the candle highlighting the curves of his body.

The shirt was rather small, perhaps Orana had washed it and it had shrunk… certainly that is what it was. Hawke's larger fingers stumbled on the fabrics as a blush crept on his face - realizing that the shirt wouldn't budge any lower to hide his gut. It had first appeared to taunt him two months ago, and each day he promised to work that much harder to see it destroyed.

But each day he failed. Each day Anders had ordered something irresistible for them to eat, each day his lover had prodded him to eat more by dripping the fattening gravies and chocolates so sexily over his mouth. Just a little more, love. A Champion needs his strength.

He had eaten every bite, he had sipped every wine offered to him by his visiting friends. Varric had sent him what must have been a year's worth of ales as thanks for his help with the Inquisition. And that year's worth was finished in a few consecutive weeks of indulgence. At first it had been natural. He survived the Inquisition, he did his part - he returned to Weisshaupt, reported what he could. When he returned to Anders, well, at that point it seemed so perfectly normal to celebrate him being alive.

Hawke's head bent a little to the side, to try and figure out where Ander's gaze currently fell. The mage was lost in a book, on his side, paying no heed to the Champion as he tried to hide the larger area of himself. He wanted to look good for Anders, better than good… he wanted to look like a Champion, like the hero Anders always went on about him being. Now he looked like a forgotten one, fat on his own laurels.

His hands went for his stomach, cupping the excess flesh in his hand as he squeezed it, trying to will it away. He was disgusting, fat, gross. Did he have any self control? Couldn't he say no to food? With another careful glance to Anders and finding him still busied he returned to his gut, attempting to suck it in - to close the fat inside of himself and remember what he looked like without. But it was too much. He had passed that point of getting fat… now he was merely getting fatter.

A groan might have left his lips as his stomach heaved out at the expense of his defeat, but Anders hadn't acknowledged it physically by moving or anything. Hawke's hands ran over the expanse of his chest, bunching up what made him weak and watching it bounce back without his control. If Anders had noticed how much larger the Champion had gotten he hadn't mentioned it to him. The evidence was around them though, the re-stitched seams in his trousers, the holes between the thighs of some of his tighter pairs. His favorite belt with the closest notch barely holding through the leather, ready to rip at the thought of more strain.

Hawke closed his eyes as he felt that stomach once more. His arms were still strong, still able to lift, still able to move quickly, but they were softened by one too many cakes. They flexed like the rest of his body in an undignified bounce as the Champion rubbed his hands around. It felt so good to move it around, it gave him more room it seemed. The food inside churned and he felt relieved… he let out another moan this one unmistakable and finally garnering the attention of his lover.

Both of them faced one another. One with eyes burning through lust and desire and the other with a face red, embarrassed and humiliated at being caught in such a position. Hawke moved first, stepping away but not fully knowing yet where his larger body placed him in the room and accidentally knocking into the dresser behind him with his fattened ass.

"I… I," Hawke felt hot, he was burning, burning with shame most likely. The words wouldn't come to him, he was alone in his embarrassment. Anders would probably leave him for looking like this, abandon him. The man ate more than he did but always looked so skinny, as if he was constantly teetering on starvation. It wasn't fair.

"Love," Anders began, eyes flickering between his desires and his healer instincts very in tune to what Hawke needed at this moment.

"No," he turned away, face still burning with the added element of fear in it, "I'm sorry, Anders. I'm disgusting. I'm so fat. I promise," he swallowed on some nonexistent thing in his throat, "I'll get rid of it, I promise."

The mage lowered his gaze a moment, stopping at Hawke's strong calves, and they were strong to be able to hold such a weight upright. Anders moved, out of the bed, his own nakedness oblivious to him. But Hawke watched, he watched that slender body move, only muscles and sinew snapping into place as he took himself towards Hawke without so much as a breath.

Anders moved his hand to cup the Champion's bearded face, "You look beautiful."

Hawke shook his head as he moved to turn away, instead finding himself locked in Anders embrace, "No I don't, I look… I'm a disgrace, Anders."

The other man couldn't help himself as he smiled, he shouldn't have smiled but as his eyes trailed to that large belly peeking out at him he couldn't help himself, "I've been stopping myself from saying this," his breath was hot on the rogue's neck, "but Maker, I can't resist anymore."

"What," Hawke attempted to move backwards once more, to hide himself and his wide body from his lover. His backside met the vanity this time, abruptly shaking the wood and knocking several creams off of its table, the blush crept back, hotter this time, "No, Anders. You can't possibly…"

"... like you like this?" The mage finished the sentence for him, starting to feel brave and incredibly horny as Hawke sat out like this for him. His hands reached for the flesh, before he could even think to pull them away. He rubbed it between his fingers, his breath quickening, "Like this, Hawke… you're beautiful, you're so strong but," his breath caught on something as Hawke's stomach heaved, "so vulnerable, so sexy."

It was Hawke's turn to be in awe of his lover, "Anders, you…"

He couldn't help as Anders' hands on his stomach rubbed him into pleasure. It felt good to have him pulling at his flesh, cupping it, worshipping it to a degree. Anders was treating him like some Adonis, as if he was just too beautiful. It baffled the Champion, but he couldn't help but feel rewarded with the attention.

His hands moved tentatively as Anders held him into a tighter embrace, helping to sit him on the wobbling vanity. Hawke tried to brace himself as Anders' hands reached for the fat on his back, his blossoming love handles. Anders grunted as he rubbed it between his hands, much to his lover's amusement. He wanted to please Anders, make him happy.

"Maker, Hawke, you are so," he paused taking an indulgent kiss from the Champion, "you are so beautiful." His breath was caught in between more frantic kisses. Hawke shifted his weight, feeling heavy, awkward but being unable to break away from his lover.

Hawke leaned in as more of Anders' mouth slid onto his, the vanity creaked. For a moment both pulled back, sure that the fixture would stand. But it had failed them and sent the duo to the ground as the Champion's weight destroyed the object.

Heat flushed through both of them as they landed on one another in a heap of limbs. Hawke's freed belly met with Anders' erection as the pair went at each other more ferociously. As if the vanity breaking was the icing on their very big cake. Hawke ran his hands down Anders' smooth back, not finding an inch of excess as the other ran his hands down the rogue's back, greedily squeezing all the flesh he could in the moment. Moans broke out from the pair as embarrassment left the Champion as was replaced by lust.

Hawke shot up a moment, breaking their momentum as a splinter of wood poked through him. That was all it took, though, for the Champion to look down and find disgust in himself once more. His belly sat up and creased at him tauntingly. Hawke broke away, trying to slide away from Anders with little luck, only sending vibrations through his soft body.

"Hawke," Anders' voice had changed from earlier, less sultry more lovingly, "are you not comfortable?"

"No," Hawke couldn't meet his stare, "I'm not. I hate this Anders, I hate how I look, how I feel."

The mage sat back, allowing the rogue to free himself, "You know I'll always love you, no matter how you look."

It was reassuring but all it elicited was a pained grin from the Champion, "I hate you seeing me like this," he shook his head, "Can you imagine what the others would say? The jokes Varric would make, the ridiculous descriptions Isabela would come up with, the questions from Merrill…"

Anders reached for Hawke, taking the man into his arms and sliding away from the splintered wood around them. They fell into each other's body. Anders leaning forward, Hawke leaning back. They were each other's rocks, no matter how much bigger the one may be to the other. He smoothed the Champion's black hair from his brow, "You've worked so hard."

"I'm a fool, Anders, a damned fool with no control," he slumped into Anders, the man's slender body a nice contrast to his. His hand reached for his excess flesh with disdain, squeezing it with anger, "I hate this."

"I know, I know…" they were sweet nothings in the Champion's ears, meant only to comfort him rather than offer suggestions.

Hawke laughed, surprising both Anders and himself, "You know what's worse? To a some fucked up degree I don't hate it. I… it almost feels nice. And that means I'm absolutely crazy and you need to have me locked up."

Anders chuckled as his lover's humor returned. His hands moved for the belly, reassuringly rubbing in small circles. He played with the small black hairs that danced all across the Champion's body. His own hair had always been pale, blond, almost nonexistent. But this man looked so much like a giant bear, so hairy, large, intimidating. He locked his head in between Hawke's shoulder, whispering once more, "You might already know this… but, you know I love you."

Anders could feel Hawke's smile grow, "I know."

"So what do you want to do?" Anders backed away from the whole situation. This was Hawke's decision. If he hated how his body was changing that much, Anders would be a terrible lover to abuse those feelings. He wouldn't push anything onto the Champion.

Hawke sighed, pushing them both into the side of the bed as they sat on the floor. They have been together for how long now? When had anything ever embarrassed either of them? The black head of hair fell heavily into Anders' lap as the rest of the body spread out before him, "I really don't know… it feels good… and bad."

"Well," Anders began, carefully treading his suggestion, "so does sex for the first time doesn't it?"

Hawke smiled and he watched his belly move as he laughed, not regarding it with any direct emotion. Simply noting that it was there, "So, what? We're fat virgins here?"

The snark in Anders had his reply ready, well, you're the fat one. But he would never dare say it, not until Hawke was ready. The Champion didn't understand how desirable he was. Anders had been with many skinny men and women over the years - people running just like him, people starved just like him. To finally have someone with none of those things written on their body, Maker, it was a luxury.

Hawke turned, looking up at Anders from his spot squished between the mage's thighs, his eyes filled with love and admiration. No, Anders would never leave you. To see his lover's eyes returning the same emotion and passion - it meant the world to the Champion. He leaned, moving on his belly as it fell into Anders' lap when he stole a kiss.

Anders smiled through their interlocking lips, moving his hands lower on Hawke's body to his very tempting ass. The mage was addicted, this was better than lyrium. The pair moaned and it seemed acceptable. Hawke's embarrassment was all but flushed away as he held his lover.

The mage grinned widely, neither had even bothered moving from the floor, and he didn't care to. They would do this right here. Hawke moved in closer, purposely pressing his gut into Anders just to hear the mage purr. Anders continued his greedy exploration, gathering up Hawke as much as he could, running Hawke's fat through his hands as if it were excess gold.

Hawke pulled away, Anders hands were amazing on his body - knowing how to pull him how to make him squirm. He looked Anders in the eyes, both of them heated with primal desires, "Tell me how fat I am, Anders."

Anders raised his eyebrows, offering a moment for the rogue to pull back his suggestion.

"Please," he pawed at Anders with his lips as the mage found his rhythm again.

"Fuck, Hawke," the mage tried to steady himself as every part of him strained trying to break control. He writhed as he grabbed Hawke and his hardness met softness once more, "you're so fucking fat."

Hawke moaned as he nipped at Anders shoulders, starting to rock onto Anders as their desires heightened.

"Look at how fat you are," Anders' voice was hot, struggling as he did as he lover had bid, "you're so squishy, so large…"

Hawke bit his lip as Anders felt each area once more, squeezing them, making a point of doing it as he spoke his words. His head dipped in and licked Anders' neck, something the mage was oddly fond of. The rogue barred his teeth against the mage's earlobe, threatening to rip it to shreds if he didn't continue the damning speech.

"Can you even fit into your trousers anymore, Hawke?" Anders ran his hands over Hawke carefully, soaking in every moment like it might be his last, "You're so fat now, your stomach must run over the waist. I bet it looks like those muffins Orana makes… those muffins you have no control in resisting."

Anders grabbed Hawke's ass, running a smooth hand over it and cupping the flesh as it filled perfectly into his hand. He met the flesh once more with a hard smack that sent Hawke shaking, in more ways than one. The rogue caught himself, pushing against Anders, humping his leg as the words of humiliation swam in his head.

"You can't resist can you? Not at all. That's why you're so fat, because you can't so no. You want food… don't you?" Anders moved his mouth into Hawke's as the Champion ripped at Anders' hair tie, sending the blond locks free, "You would beg for food… wouldn't you?"

Hawke arched as the blood running through his system started to burn into his needs. He was going to come, come right on Anders leg and all Anders had to do was keep telling him what a fat, powerless man he was.

Anders reached for something on the bed behind them, Hawke smiled wildly. Were they going to take each other tonight? He'd be open for it, though it would have to be soon unless they planned on working one another up again. He waited for Anders patiently, watching the first few small beads of white pearl up on Ander's swollen tip.

His lover returned and Hawke's eyes widened with what he found in those hands. Not oil. Anders' grin turned cruel, "You know what this is Hawke, don't you? You think I don't notice?" The mage unraveled the cloth and revealed the true prize within, "You think I don't know you eat even in our bed… that you hide food underneath your pillow because you're so helpless?"

Hawke swallowed in his throat, sweat beading on his forehead as Anders chastised him like an idiot, "I…" his breathing quickened as he found himself unwittingly pushing against Anders' leg once more.

"You what?" Anders asked, turning angry as he threw the decadent brownie to the floor in disgust, "Tell me what you are, Hawke. You're a fat man who hides food under his pillow because he's addicted and helpless to something as stupid as food."

Hawke nodded as he licked the slight beard under Anders' chin.

Anders pulled back, holding Hawke, preventing even his slight movements of release against his legs, "Say it."

The blush burned on the Champion's cheeks, "I…" he squirmed as Anders ran his hands across Hawke's abundant gut. He couldn't help as he moaned under Anders' demeaning words, "I am a fat man… who… who hides food."

"Why? Why do you hide food, Hawke?" Anders regarded him as if he had the intellect of a child.

"Because," his voice wavered as Anders clasped his hands on Hawke's ass once more, it was quickly becoming his most favored place, "because I can't… control myself."

"That's right," Anders nodded to Hawke's relief, "You're weak, you need someone to help you from getting fatter because you can't even help yourself."

Shame burned in the Champion and for some reason it made everything that much more hotter as he nudged his head into Anders chest, trying to beg him for a release. He would have never have thought this could be so hot, so amazing. But, Maker.

"I need someone to help me," Hawke agreed as his lips pressed into Anders'.

"From now on I get to feed you, only me, only my hand," Anders cupped Hawke's cheek affectionately, "I clearly can't trust you around food, so from now on you'll only be able to eat what I tell you…"

Hawke nodded, "Yes."

"Sneaking food is naughty, Hawke," Anders pushed at Hawke's lips, bending him back just the slightest bit so his gut pushed into the mage.

"It is," Hawke's voice was so soft, afraid even a change in octave would send him into orgasmic bliss.

Anders smacked the Champion hard, flares of electricity sent into the rogue's plump ass. It jiggled as the mage took a second of pause to watch the fat resettle into its place. Hawke shuddered as the pain coursed through him. Anders' grin was pure mischief as he had Hawke practically begging in his lap, "Naughtiness should be punished, especially when fat little boys are the culprits."

Hawke was teetering on coming, he would come all over his lover's flat pane of chest. But he held himself steady as Anders' hand found his ass once more. This smack was harder, the electricity stronger - but it felt good. He deserved it. His ass moved and he could feel it shake and bounce as Anders moved his skillful hand across it. It took eight more swats, but both of them were grunting like hungry animals by the end of it.

"Fuck Anders!" Hawke was practically screaming as all the new sensations ran through him, "Fuck, Anders, fuck, just please, please take me."

The Champion of Kirkwall. The man who slayed the Arishok. Who conquered a dragon. Walked through the Fade. The man so many looked to as being a grand leaders was now begging, fat and whining in the lap of the most infamous mage in all of Thedas.

Anders obliged offering this present of relief to Hawke only because he had been such a good boy. Hawke ran his fingers over Anders as he waited for the mage to heat the oil in his hands, it had still been right next to the brownie under his pillow. The oil came out quickly slicking both of their bodies. Both men lost any form of composure as they became nothing more than heavy-breathing, grunting animals waiting for the next meal.

Hawke helped rub his hands of oil and slick the mage's hardness playfully, running his finger slowly across Anders. He got what he wanted when the mage moaned, wanting so badly to scold his lover for being so cruel but not finding the heart to do it just yet. Anders pulled Hawke onto his lap, closer, so that hanging gut was squished between them.

They found their positions immediately, as Anders greedily grabbed that ass and began sticking his fingers into the already stretching hole. Hawke panted as he tried to relax himself, his arms jiggled as he moved to brace himself for the impact.

The pair stared into each other's eyes as Hawke kicked up his legs and found a new seat ontop of the mage. Anders entered, gently, always lovingly as if he might still hurt Hawke after all these years. But he was a healer, so they had the luxury of being able to fuck with no abandon or worry for the consequences. Hawke whined only momentarily, not because of the intrusion but over his poor, swollen cock, neglected in the heat of the things.

Anders arched as the thrusting began, Hawke threw his head back. The mage's hands worked wonders as he pushed and pulled Hawke, rubbing their bodies against each other. Everything moved so quickly. Anders knew which spot to find. Hawke knew which ear to yank at.

They came in a matter of seconds after being so washed into one another. Their bodies were one. Anders' eyes rolled back and he hit the side of the bed unknowingly, he wouldn't have cared. He pulled Hawke onto him, separating their bodies as they laid into each other.

No longer where they caught in fast, heavy kisses but rather light, gentle ones as they praised one another with tidings of love. Anders laid his head into Hawke's gut, as his lover began tracing patterns on his own invisible chest hair. Anders smiled as he continued whispering how much he loved Hawke, how beautiful he was, how he was his absolute hero… how he couldn't live without him.

They loved each other, any blighted fellow could have noticed that. Anders cooed over Hawke, mumbling more for his own sake than Hawke's who was still caught in a moment of bliss. Perhaps he still hated how his new body felt, but it was no longer his was it? Hadn't he given control of it to Anders?

He smiled at that thought, he would always give himself to the mage. His head picked up and their eyes met, everything was so warm, so fresh, so loving, "Should we move to the bed for the rest of the night?"

"Hawke, do you think that's a good idea? You might well break that too."

The blush returned but it wasn't so much shame as it was pure pleasure knowing how he could make his mage twist and squirm with his new body. He purposely pushed his gut into Anders chest, causing the man to get greedy with his hands as he rubbed Hawke and all the new sensitive parts of his body. At least, at this point, they were no longer "fat" virgins.


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