When Kaoru held up the little maid's dress, Kyoya could only raise an eyebrow. After all, the last time he's worn it had been when his waist was tiny and his weight wasn't over two hundred pounds. The whole ensemble was just so small compared to what he wore now, and he could tell that Kaoru certainly had an idea in mind.
"It's very stretchy, isn't it?" He shrugged, pushing the fabric into his hands, "I bet you could get it to fit… Sort of. Or you can't, and that'll be just as great. But… Just imagine you in it, the fabric clinging to your rolls, the skirt not doing anything to cover you up… My little piggy of a maid…"
Well, he was quite correct about the idea of it being enticing, but the dress was about four sizes too small. Even if he did manage to squeeze into it, it wouldn't stay on for very long, especially as his t-shirts had started splitting seams… But this wasn't a t-shirt. It had a good amount of elasticity, and the only thing that was close to his skin was the bodice. The skirt was flared anyway, and it was tiny, so… perhaps?
"Wait there," He instructed Kaoru, turning towards the ensuite and throwing a faux innocent remark over his shoulder, "No peeking… Unless I call you in, I might need some help getting this on."
With the door clicked shut, he allowed himself a quiet chuckle at the half love-struck, half lust-filled expression that had crossed Kaoru's face, before dumping the ensemble on the floor and removing his clothes. They weren't too tight – yet – bought with a little more room to grow that he was filling out faster than he thought he would. Rather than only sizing up one, perhaps he should two or three bigger, loose clothing becoming tighter and tighter as he overindulged.
He took a deep breath, looking over his soft, pillowy body in the mirror. He never realised that he'd have quite that many stretchmarks, spanning over his thighs, hips and belly, the red standing stark against his milky complexion. He almost didn't recognise himself from the skinny man he'd been about half a year ago. He really ballooned, and quickly. Thick arms and thighs, plush hips, a large ass and a flabby belly that overhung. Not only that, but squishy cheeks and a slight double chin. God, he was getting huge, but he didn't want to call it off just yet. After all, he could still be bigger.
He picked up the dress first, pulling it on over his head. After all, he didn't think he could even attempt to get it over his thighs and hips, so he might as well give it a fighting chance. Still, it was very much a struggle, and he could feel himself jiggle as he kept fighting against both the fabric and his flab. He had to squish part of his belly down to get the seam over the generous mound of fat, the material acting just as Kaoru said, emphasising every single curve and lump of his well-fed body.
The skirt covered him in the front, but probably only because his belly pushed the seam down further, but in the back… there was something of a draft. It was probably next to useless, pulled almost taught, especially as it had been flared, once upon a time. Now his thighs and hips filled it, stretched it, and overflowed the fabric. Even his chest was soft, the sweetheart cut of the neckline showing off the moobs that had grown, resting on that overstuffed belly. It didn't really look female, he didn't have a cleavage, but it made the look feel oddly complete. He could even see his nipples pocking through the fabric, making him blush even harder as the soft cloth rubbed against them.
The underwear was attempted, even though he knew there was no hope it them fitting, and he was right. Despite their hefty price tag, the lace was so thin and so overtaxed that it almost tore like tissue paper as he attempted to get them at least over midthigh. In fact, they barely made it there. It had been too much strain, and stitched popped and tore before he knew it, leaving him to throw away the unusable scraps and go commando.
Now, it was the stockings turn, which he wasn't sure about. He knew, without a shred of doubt, that they were never going to go up to the top of his thighs, especially after how the panties had just performed. However… maybe he could at least get them on. This was what this exercise was about, after all; the tighter, the better, just put on anything you can actually squeeze into.
He bent over, very aware of how his belly folded, and actually had to sit down to pull the stockings on due to the flab getting a little too in the way. He was sure it'd look hilarious to some onlooker, appearing almost tortoise-like as he tried to find a way to get them on without tearing a ladder in the silk. His gut just seemed to fold more, rolls looking so big, and he bit his lip.
He managed to get them on, eventually, and he was quite right about the fact they weren't going to reach where they used to. In fact, he barely got them over his knees. Fuck, he was feeling incredibly fat and even more turned on by it. It hadn't felt like so much before, but after being measured and weighed, it was almost inescapable. Not that he wanted to escape, but he was so aware of it.
There was no point attempting the garter belt. At it's loosest, it could only circumference about thirty inches, and he was bigger than that now; even if that devious part of him wondering about how it'd feel to be twice that big. The only thing he could do was slip on the heels – had his feet gotten fatter?! – and re-enter the bedroom to see his boyfriend's reaction.
The scent of food hit him, and he was the one to be surprised by Kaoru. A few plates of food, piled high and dripping with sauces and cheese, surrounding a very naked Kaoru, who was obviously admiring how stretched the old costume was.
"Wow…" He grinned, sitting up, "I didn't realise my maid got so fat. What? Have you been stuffing your face the whole time?"
Kyoya blushed a little from the teasing, but it was nothing compared to how hot his face got when his stomach – in an excellent sense of timing – growled loudly. He hadn't snacked today, and the smell of all that delicious food was almost too much to bare, it seemed. However, Kaoru just seemed to take that as encouragement.
"Such a pig, fattening up so much. You're even hungry now, and how long ago was lunch?" He questioned, standing from the bed and looking over Kyoya's plump body with hungry eyes, expecting an answer.
"… Three hours ago…" Kyoya admitted, gaze turned down and eyelashes fluttering, feeling that tightness in his gut at both the scent of the food and the thought of already being hungry despite eating not that long ago. Kaoru's smile only broadened, hands groping at Kyoya's stomach and hips.
"Look at you, your uniform doesn't even fit," He jeered, continuing to pinch at that lovely, plush fat, "And now you want to stuff yourself when you should be working? Mind, I bet that with a gut that big, you can barely kneel down to scrub the floors."
God, he loved this. He loved it when Kaoru was mean to him, called him names, treated him like dirt. He just couldn't help but feel so willing to make it up to him, so eager to please, and when Kaoru pushed him down on the bed he couldn't help but groan when his gut bounced a little against his half-hard cock.
"Such a dirty slut…" Kaoru breathed, eyes dark and glazed over in lust, reaching under the very small, stretched skirt to teasingly brush over his length, "If it's food you want, then you'll get it, but you have to be a good little whore first."
Kaoru removed the hand from under the fabric, the lack of attention causing a soft whine to come from Kyoya's throat, only to be broken off with a gasp as Kaoru smacked his ample thigh, the flab jiggling with the force. A blunt command – "hands and knees, pig" – and Kyoya enthusiastically complied. His belly didn't touch the bed, but he could feel that Kaoru was having a delightful time groping at his ass.
"Can you handle three fingers, or are you a useless little fucktoy?" Kaoru asked briskly, Kyoya nodding hard, needing to be filled. He'd always been able to handle it, but he loved when Kaoru belittled him over the slightest possibility that he couldn't, "Good. It's going to be cold, but don't whine like a little bitch. If you do, I'll fuck you so hard you won't be able to sit down for a month.
He wasn't warming up the lube first, just squirting it on his fingers and pushing in roughly. Kyoya gasped, shuddering, but didn't whine. Instead, his back arched and he pushed back, fingers going deeper and giving him that delicious feeling of tight fullness. Kaoru seemed pleased as well, scissoring his fingers ever so slightly, going a little easier. Out of the corner of his eye, Kyoya could see Kaoru reaching over to one of the dishes, before he offered a fork full of delicious smelling, creamy pasta to Kyoya.
"Any bigger, and this uniform's going to split," Kaoru began, and Kyoya could hear the smugness radiating from every word, "So big and fat after all this good food, aren't you? I want to see you stuff yourself until those seams rip."
So that was his game? Not that he didn't guess, but he was certainly willing now that it was being presented to him. He opened his mouth, gasping slightly as Kaoru curled his fingers inside him, the pasta unceremoniously shoved into his mouth. The flavour was superb, reminiscent of American mac and cheese, and he moaned around the food. It was so… sensual, the food in his mouth and the fingers Kaoru was moving so deftly, so expertly.
It didn't take long for him to be prepped, although he was painfully erect and some precum beading on the tip of his cock. He wanted to beg Kaoru to touch him, but every time he so much as tried to beg, more food was shovelled into his mouth. Cheesy pasta, udon noodles with soy sauce, even some roast beef. Carb and calorie laden, and mouth-wateringly good.
When Kaoru pushed into him, those lovely, long fingers bruising his plush hips, he almost screamed. In the best way possible, obviously. He didn't know how much food was left, but the dress had gotten a lot tighter. He was rather full also, but not to the point of stuffed, and he actually wanted more. Perhaps if his gut got bigger then he could grind against the mailable, fluffy weight and finally get some relief.
Now Kaoru was coming apart little by little, hands a little shaky from the immense pleasure, he all but pushed the plate of noodles under his nose, telling him to eat. Of course, propped up as he was, Kyoya couldn't use a fork, and so he did something he never thought he would. He just ate from the bowl, soy sauce smeared around his mouth and cheeks, dripping onto the small double chin that was forming with every new pound.
He ate, and he ate. His stomach feeling so tight, both with food and arousal, the fabric of the dress almost groaning under the strain. He was full, but just a little more. Just a little more and the seams would burst. As it was, Kaoru was going to have to cut him out of it, so he might as well do some of the work himself.
"God, you're so fat… So good…" Kaoru groaned, breaking the roleplay but too far gone to care, and Kyoya himself was going to cum any second, "This ass of yours… Fuck, it's so big… It's so sexy, you're so good… Eating all that for me…"
With the shuddering breath Kyoya let out as Kaoru hit his prostrate, bending over a little more, it was finally too much for the dress. The both of them could hear it rip, even in their far gone states, and Kyoya felt a similar release to that day when he'd popped it button for Kaoru. He could feel his belly hanging further down than it had, and he could actually rut against it now that it was free of the confining fabric, already so close.
Kaoru came first, Kyoya's name on his lips and his fingers tightening in between his love handles, and Kyoya wasn't far behind. He could feel the cum on the underbelly he had, stomach bloated with food and feeling more stuffed than he had, ever. It was satisfying, but he felt rather tired out from the strain of all that activity, breathing heavily.
"Well… However fun this was, I don't think we can use that dress again," Kaoru pointed out as they cuddled together, hands massaging Kyoya's stuffed belly, "I mean… Look at it."
It was true. The sides were torn almost completely, only a few remaining near the top, and the seam that held the skirt to the bodice was certainly no longer functional. In fact, somehow, there was also a rip in the front, Kyoya's pudge spilling from it, and there was an even larger tear in the back of the skirt. If it had even gone over his ass properly in the first place, it'd certainly be showing it off now, but it was bunched at the small of his back, no longer able to take the strain his glorious rear put on it.
"Well, that is a shame," Kyoya sighed sleepily, nuzzling closer to Kaoru, "But I certainly won't complain if you get me another one. Maybe I could even burst out of a large one day…"