Haruhi was obviously enjoying herself, Kyoya noticed as he struggled to pull on his suit. It'd fit a couple of weeks ago, when they went out to shop for clothes to wear to the gala, but there were a lot of meals since then. Not just meals, either; snacking was definitely a habit by now, one Haruhi loved to enable. Stringy, gooey, melted cheese was a weakness, and she always seemed to pile it on his plate; overflowing pizza dough, pasta, anything she made for him.

Speaking of Haruhi, she was already dressed, sitting on the bed and drinking in the sight of too tight clothing stretched across his blubbery body. The trousers just about made it over his swelled, plush rear, but his hips were wide and his gut huge, and so actually buttoning them was a chore. He had to lift his belly up, letting it all overhang his trousers, and even then, it was a struggle. It was so close, but ultimately, he really couldn't do them up. Haruhi did suggest getting him a bigger size at the time – room to grow, she'd purred in his ear, turning his face an embarrassing shade of crimson – but he'd been stubborn.

He didn't expect to gain so much in only a couple of weeks, in his defence. God, he was huge. He'd made comments in his youth about not understanding how some people could get so big, but he wasn't far off the mark now. Laziness, a hatred for exercise, and a big appetite. Not to mention a girlfriend who adored seeing him stuffed to his limit.

"Here, let me help," Haruhi finally offered, taking pity on him as he huffed and puffed, struggling to button such tight clothes. She picked up one of her hair ties from the dresser, kneeling in front of his swollen belly. She pressed a sweet kiss to his flab before lifting it up to get at the button and fly. She looped the band around, securing his trousers in a loose way, but still making them seem somewhat done up. A temporary thing, the only thing they could really do with only twenty minutes before they had to leave.

Kyoya couldn't help but let his own eyes roam over her lithe body, her own suit giving her such a beautiful, clean-cut figure he wanted to lavish with his own praise. She never was one for dresses, and she just looked so beautiful in that black suit, floral accents framing the lapels of her jacket. A gift from the twins, for the occasion.

She picked up his shirt from the bed, nudging him to get dressed. The buttons strained a little, but he had a feeling they would, and it certainly wasn't as severe as the trousers. It was mainly just three that looked completely sloppy, the pale skin of his belly poking through like soft, airy dough. It also emphasised the rolls of fat along his sides, the generous love handles that Haruhi loved to grab and squish, saying how adorable he was.

He hadn't even noticed his thighs before he let himself examine it all in the mirror, looking over Haruhi's shoulder. They pulled the fabric so taut, wide and cumbersome. They'd grown too, forcing his walk to become a slight waddle, pressed together and skin chaffing. That was something he hated, honestly, but he loved it when his love rubbed cooling moisturiser into the agitated skin, travelling further and further before she was rubbing him through his boxers. It would be a miracle if his inseam lasted the night, but something a little perverse in the back of his mind wondered if that was such a bad thing; everyone seeing just how gluttonous he'd become.

"I can't believe you managed to eat yourself out of these clothes so quickly, piggy," Haruhi smirked, hands squeezing at his belly through the fabric of his shirt, although she was careful not to pop the buttons by being too rough, "You're definitely not so little anymore. So fat, so hungry all the time. You going to eat all I give you tonight, even with how tight this is?"

He nodded, a breathy "yes mistress" leaving his lips. Because he would. He didn't have his usual afternoon snack (if you could call it that…) so she could have the thrill of discretely stuffing him in public. He was completely on board with that, even if tongues would wag, the tightness of his suit even… encouraging him.

"There's no point even trying the waistcoat, baby boy," Haruhi pointed out, "It was so tight on you at the time, made to fit exactly how you were, there's no hope. Let's get you a sweater vest, so you can cover some of that beautiful belly that's poking out. They are rather stretchy, after all…"

They were stretchy. Now, looking at his large body in the mirror, noticing how he only just fit into the frame, he had to wonder about that. There was only so much give in the wool, after all, and he had grown so much in such a relatively sort amount of time.

They decided a lovely blue colour would go best with the pastel shade of his suit, and so Haruhi tugged it on over his head, laughing at his staticky, messed up hair as he slipped his chubby arms through the holes. It… wasn't too bad?

Who was he kidding? If every roll was emphasised before, this only magnified them. The sweater vest was pulled so tightly that he swore he could even see the indent of his belly button, although that could be his imagination. He looked even bigger than when he was naked (how was that possible?) but… He couldn't hate it. His darling Haruhi loved it and, he was coming to realise, he did too. Possibly too much. He loved just allowing his gluttonous habits to continue, his girlfriend expressing her love of every new roll, curve and stretch mark.

"You still want to go?" Haruhi asked, hand on his shoulder, "I get it if you don't. You know I think you look hot, but if you want to skip…"

"Why would I? We have an excellent chance to show everyone how big and soft your making me," He smirked, "Besides, the food's certain to be excellent. I've been waiting for this buffet all week."


A/N: So, an anon on Tumblr wanted Kyoya fat, and I delivered! A big boy, a soft boy, I love. Shall I make the next chapter a sequel to this, with them at the gala, or would you like to see something else? Let me know in the comments! :)