Tamaki was so in love with Haruhi, it wasn't even funny. Somehow, over the months they'd been indulging this kink, they got even closer than before. She'd pack him big lunches and make him all he could eat for dinner, and then some. She'd push him close to the table and watch in awe as his belly pushed into the table, further and further.

Even now, before he'd eaten any of the steaming, creamy, rich food laid out on multiple plates on the table, his gut was pushed into the wood. It made him look even fatter, even if it had been a few weeks since Haruhi first weighed him and he'd needed to size up his clothes twice since. It just motivated both himself and her, and the drawstring trousers he'd previously used for their stuffing sessions couldn't go over his flab. The stitches were fraying from the strain, but he wanted to wait until he tore them, the release of pressure on his stomach and thighs would be almost orgasmic, as was the thought of getting that well-fed and pampered.

"Open wide, princey," Haruhi teased, perching her small, cute butt on the edge of the table, holding a plate of carbonara that was piled so, so high. That was almost like a starter to him now, and he opened his mouth obediently.

It was so good; heavy cream, cheese, the salty pasta that still had that slight crunch. His Haruhi was such a talented cook, as his waistline attested, and he slurped it down in record time. If you eat quickly, you don't feel so full, and Haruhi could keep stuffing him bigger and bigger like she loved to do. He was her lovely, plump prince and he adored getting even fatter to please her.

He put away mouthful after mouthful so easily, that lovely, soft expression on Haruhi's face the entire time. He was her perfect, fat pet to spoil, after all. He'd already had the pleasure of showing her that his neck had gotten so thick, he could only do up his collar on the loosest hole. Even then, the growing double chin he had pushed it down slightly.

She'd praised him so much, rewarding him with an even bigger stuffing session than their usual, saying about how she certainly wouldn't mind getting her puppy a bigger collar if he got to fat for it. She'd get him any one he wanted, and then they could go and play for a while.

Soon enough, his beloved girlfriend was scraping the plate, getting the last remnants of sauce for him, plate all but licked clean. If he wasn't being fed, it probably would've been. One last mouthful of creamy sauce, and Haruhi was picking up the pizza she'd made; thick crust with a mountain of bubbling, stringy cheese and bacon. It wasn't greasy like a takeaway pizza, but it was certainly fatty and calorie laden. He was only about half-full from the pasta, despite how much their was and how filling those creamy sauces were, so he eagerly opened his mouth without even being prompted.

It was fluffy, and so cheesy, and so good. He was going to keep eating and eating it until he physically couldn't anymore. Haruhi was certainly anxious to see him finish too, all but shoving it in his face and smearing sauce on his cheeks and double chin, some dripping down onto his stretched t-shirt. He needed new stuffing clothes, definitely…

His belly was pressing further into the table with each slice, uncomfortably so, and he pushed his chair back, conceding to the absolute dome of his gut. Even with how he pushed it back, he could still feel the soft, stretch marked flesh brush against the wood when he breathed in.

His belly was taking over his lap at this point, but he was still less than full; which was too close to being hungry for his now greedy stomach. He ate slice after slice, bread expanding in his stomach and the skin stretching even tighter. He had to adjust his trousers again as they were still cutting in, flab laying over the waistband and those strings no longer visible.

"Can you keep going, Tama?" Haruhi enquired, the pizza gone, completely breathless and squirming.

"Please Haruhi, I'm still hungry," He whined, not exactly true, but he certainly wasn't stuffed. Not to mention how those words turned her on, thinking about him still being hungry after all that food. So, the large bowl of quivering, sweet pudding it was. They'd joked before that it looked like Tamaki's blubbery body in the car, quivering with every vibration and bump. He wanted it inside him now, wanted to feel it slip down his throat and plump him up even more.

Haruhi was quick to give him what he wanted, spooning it into his mouth as quickly as he could eat it. His moobs rested on his distended stomach, pushed up a little. They'd grown even bigger in the last month or so too, going from soft peaks to big, flabby rolls, and he loved how they felt when he cupped them, lovely and weighty in his hands.

He slurped down the pudding so enthusiastically, that he didn't notice the loud tearing sound from the drawstrings. The stitches popped, and even a tear down the middle and the seat of his rear. It wasn't like they weren't a durable material either, he'd put so much strain on it.

"Oh wow," He chuckled, taking in Haruhi's lustful expression, "Usually I'd say that was a sign to stop, but… I'm still hungry."

Haruhi grinned, placing a hand on his gut and giving it a rough squeeze to emphasis it's size. "In that case, I'm going to feed you until you burst out of that t-shirt…"