A/N: Hello everyone who's still here! Oh wait-before I start my ramble, lemme get the boring stuff out of the way

*clearing throat, shuffling papers* I don't own Homestuck, and this is VERY MUCH a chub and weight gain kink fic with a few NSFW moments. If you are not comfortable with such things, this is your FINAL warning, click away NOW, and no more will be given. Get it? Got it? Good! Now where was I..? Ah yeah.

What follows is one of my more popular stories over on AO3. This began as a role play between myself and Chubbin Lovin over there, and I am deeply fond of this story! So, if you've read and understood my earlier warnings, let us begin.

Dave starting weight: 180 pounds

Sollux starting weight: 150 pounds

Oh, and one last thing, Bro Strider isn't an abusive p*do in this-he's Dave and Dirk's uncle who took them in after their parents died... and probably shoulda picked up a book on "Parenting for Dummies".

Dave had just been humoring Sollux when he agreed to join in on his DnD group. He hadn't honestly expected to enjoy it. Much to his surprise, it was actually really fun.

To say he looked out of place was an understatement. There were about four other players at their table, all a of varying degrees of fat and nerdy. Not that he was bothered; they all seemed cool by his standards. He was used to asshole dude-bros, thanks to his status as the football team's star player, so this was a nice change of pace.

"Dave, good of you to join us!" Sollux greeted. Sollux, while not the fattest person at the table, was certainly rather plump, his shirt clinging close to his gut. He sat at the head of the table with a DM screen in front of him. "You remember to buy your own dice this time?"

"Yup," Dave replied with a little thumbs up as he pulled up a seat next to Sollux. As per usual the guys had all pitched in in the snack department, and Dave would've been hard pressed to turn free goodies down. "So where'd we leave off?" he asked through a modest mouthful of chips.

Sollux's friendly smile quickly shifted into a devious smirk. His signature red and blue shades flashed in the light as he adjusted them on his nose and checked his notebook, causing the other players to shiver at the chill down their backs. "I believe we were about to face a lich."

"Sick, man," Dave chuckled, as if he knew what a lich was. Pulling his chair up closer to the table, he dug into the bag of chips again, mindlessly snacking as was a habit of his. There was a reason he didn't keep that shit at home, but what harm could it do? One cheat day a week couldn't hurt.

Sollux cleared his throat. "You all walk into the final chamber of the dungeon. There, sitting on a throne, sits the undead master of this place..." as the game went on, Sollux watched as Dave relaxed.

Snacking had gradually devolved into more or less stuffing his face the more into the game he got. He was enjoying himself though, so he couldn't be bothered. Even when the bag of chips had dwindled to nothing he just moved onto the next closest snack, and by the end of the night he couldn't believe how full he felt. The flat, toned skin of his stomach had rounded out just the slightest bit... he just hoped nobody could tell. It was fine: it was just one night of weakness.

Unfortunately, the next week's session occurred the same night as Dave's football practice. Sollux's eyes widened when Dave showed up. "Thought you had football tonight." He commented.

"Things were just starting to get good," Dave dismissed casually as he made himself comfortable, "no way I was gonna miss it. Skipping one practice won't kill me." Predictably, he was quick to go in for the snacks, though he told himself he wouldn't overdo it this time. Two bags of chips and half a pack of cookies later, he was proven wrong. Once again his weakness had gotten the best of him, his tummy tight and full under his shirt.

Sollux nodded. "Alright so let's begin..."

The next couple hours passed quickly, and Sollux couldn't help but notice how Dave was eating a lot more than the others at the table. "Shall I remember to bring more next week?" he asked.

Dave's face lit up with a soft flush at being called out like that. Shit. He didn't think anyone would notice. "Uh," he mumbled out with an awkward clear of his throat. "Yeah. Sure." He seriously needed to chill the fuck out with the snacking... still, despite feeling full, the more the game progressed the more he idly dug in.

After that, their weekly meetings became more and more frequent, going from one session a week to two, then three. And each one Dave proved to have even less willpower against his munchies than the last. Worse yet, football practice had started to take a backseat to his new hobby.

Sollux was amazed at how quickly Dave's will had crumbled.

One day, he happened to pass Dave in the hall and noted that his jersey was draped over a noticeable bulge that jiggled as Dave laughed at some joke his teammate told.

Dave wouldn't acknowledge the way all his clothes were starting to feel a bit... tight. They'd just shrunk, that was all. If anyone else had noticed, they'd had yet to say anything about how his belly had softened, protruding over the waistband of his pants, or how his hips curved outwards into a rounded, vaguely plump ass. None of this was enough to dissuade him from their sessions, nor his binging on unhealthy snack foods.

Though Sollux did begin to insist Dave bring his own snacks after awhile, since feeding several rather plump boys was quite a pretty penny, even without factoring in a steadily gaining football jock.

Eventually Dave's poor choices caught up to him, in more ways than one. The first vaguely humiliating thing to occur was when the button of his jeans caved under his bulging gut during algebra. Frantically he'd looked around to make sure nobody had seen, then raised his hand to excuse himself to the restroom. Okay, there was no denying it now, he realized as he locked himself in the stall and gripping the subtle overhang of his belly.

The next thing was a firm talking to from his coach before getting unceremoniously cut from the team. He'd been skipping too many practices, and his new habits had started to slow him down on the field. Though the coach had conveniently left that part out.

Sollux comforted Dave about it in the next meeting. "Want something small and easy this time for your fighter, Dave?"

Dave just shrugged, his hands stuffed in the pockets of the loose hoodie he'd taken to wearing. Still, it couldn't hide the damage already done to his hips and his thighs. He wasn't fat, per se, not even really chubby yet. But he'd definitely filled out compared to his skinny, muscled former self. "It's fine," he responded, eyeing the snacks with a dull flush as he tried to resist their temptation. Someone had brought doughnuts... fuck. "Let's just drop it."

Sollux shrugged and started the game, directing the party to a message board for missions. He kept an eye on Dave as the table debated the missions.

After a while, Dave was able to relax and bit and start to enjoy the game. Then, whether it was conscious or not, he eventually decided this: fuck it, I'm already off the team so what the hell. He snatched up a doughnut and dug in greedily, and that was just the beginning