Chapter 3: Growing Desire
The next day at school Adrien found it increasingly difficult to keep his eyes off of Marinette… specifically her hips, thighs, ass, and… tummy. He just couldn't help but notice that they had seemed to take a softer shape recently and he wanted nothing more than to sink his claws into her nice dough and give it a nice kneading.
In fact his newfound interest in her softness had nearly cost him in Chemistry later that day when Ms. Mendeleiev had apparently called his name four times but he'd been too zoned out in his daydreams of playing with his Princess's soft belly and showering her with kisses and more sweets.
Lunch hadn't been any easier. He noticed that recently she had packed herself much larger lunches filled with plenty more desserts than before— pastries, doughnuts, cookies, scones, muffins…. The list went on. He salivated over all the carb-filled goodness he was never allowed to touch on his strict model diet but at the same time… watching Marinette happily munch on it all like a greedy adorable piglet compensated for him not being able to eat the sweets himself and he oddly enough found himself mesmerized by the idea of wanting to feed her even more.
Nino seemed to notice his blush while watching the bluenette and gave him a pointed smirk. Adrien groaned, feeling his face burning at being caught once again and excused himself to the washroom.
"Plagg, what's wrong with me?" The blonde doused his scarlet cheeks with cold water, trying to flush the color from his face.
"You're horny as hell," the obsidian creature snickered while swallowing a chunk of Camembert larger than his body completely whole.
Adrien glared at his destructive counterpart.
"Good observation, Sherlock!"
"Woah woah woah! No need to get all sore, kitten. I've seen it all, I know just what to Google when we get home."
"Feederism?" Adrien looked at the screen, confused, and began to read.
Plagg made a throaty hum of confirmation.
"So… I have a fat fetish."
"Sounds bout' right," Plagg commentated from his cat bed.
Adrien's cheeks grew red again as he quickly erased his search history. He ran a hand through his golden locks and rubbed the back of this neck sheepishly.
"Well, this sucks…" he said to himself.
The Plagg peanut gallery chirped in nonetheless, "I don't know Adrien, she seemed really into you hand feeding her those chocolate stuffed croissants last night."
"No Plagg, it's impossible. What are the chances of us being into the same…" he gulped as if he was going to say a dirty word, "fetish anyways."
"Higher than you thinkkkk," Plagg sung in his annoying sing song voice he used whenever he teased Adrien, before shutting his emerald eyes for a nice cat nap.
The model rolled his eyes.
"Well there's only one way to find out, Plagg, Claws Out!"
The Kwami protested about his sleep schedule while being sucked into the ring, causing Adrien to chuckle.
I think you're forgetting that Marinette lives in a bakery and where there are baked goods there is—
Cheese! You better grab me some of the good stuff Adrien.
Mari frustratingly paced her room, munching on a slice of angel food cake. The mental battle of the day: should she or should she not adjust her clothes to her weight gain.
On one hand, she'd be a lot more comfortable doing so and it was less costly to do it herself than going out and buying new clothes.
On the other hand, it felt like doing so would be accepting her weight gain rather than trying to lose the weight so her clothes fit the way they had before.
The young designer groaned.
"Tikkkiiiiii, what do I do?" She tugged on her pigtails in utter frustration.
"It's your choice, Marinette," Creation spoke sweetly and offered her a smile, "You already know that your size doesn't affect your powers or your physical fitness level induced by your powers. And you also know that the glamor magic prevents civilians and other heroes alike from being able to connect the dots on your identity. So… what you're struggling with seems more like an internal fear over anything else."
Marinette swiveled looking at her friend with curiosity.
"An internal fear?" She asked.
"Yeah. Correct me if I'm wrong, Mari, but it seems to me like the thing that's holding you back the most is fear of being judged by others for your weight gain…"
Tikki landed on Marinette's shoulder nuzzling her cheek comfortingly. Marinette smiled down at her and whispered, "Yeah… I think you might be right."
Just as Tikki was going to respond there was a thump on the ceiling. Blue eyes met before Tikki nodded and flew into her doll house.
Just as they'd predicted, only a moment later, there was a light frap on the skylight.
Marinette smoothed her hair nervously as her cheeks grew red with memories from the night before.
"C-Coming," she called out, the unsteadiness of her voice betraying her.
"Good evening, Purrincess," her feline partner drawled inviting himself in. "Um… a fan gave me this 'thank you' cake for saving her kids and I couldn't possibly finish it myself, so I was wondering if you'd like to share it with me," he lied, but smiled at her sweetly with excitement.
It's red velvet, your favorite, my love, he had to bite his tongue to keep himself from vocalizing this, knowing it would give himself away.
"Umm," she looked as if she was trying to resist but then upon further scrutiny she discovered the very fact he hadn't unveiled, "is… that red velvet?"
The smile that met his eyes was almost too adorable for his heart to handle as it skipped several beats.
He feigned looking down at the cake with curiosity.
"Hmmm… it appears to be so," he smiled.
"I'll go get a picnic blanket and some utensils!" She announced, scrambling her way down the steps of the trap door leading to her kitchen.
He chuckled at her enthusiasm in total adoration.
She returned with a snickerdoodle cookie in her mouth, a blanket, two plates, and cutlery. Her eyes were smiling endearingly as she looked up at her kitty and he helped her with the dishes she was carrying.
They climbed onto her balcony roof-top and set up camp.
Before he could even cut the cake, Mari had greedily scooped a generous bit of frosting on her finger before tenderly licking it off. She made eye contact while doing so, letting out the slightest moan of pleasure that Adrien was sure he would have missed hadn't he had heightened cat-like senses due to being transformed.
He felt as the blood in his body shifted and packed tightly in a new area and frantically covered himself hoping she hadn't noticed.
The smirk on her beautiful face suggested otherwise.
This was going to be a long night.
End of Chapter 3.