Fujimaru and Morgan

Series: Fate Grand Order

Characters: Fujimaru, Morgan

Contains: Mutual gain, slob

Reward for Van Noir

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Fujimaru walked through the halls of Chaldea with a fancy letter in his hand. It had been delivered by Barghest and Baobhan, which meant two things. It was from Morgan, and it was a special occasion. Morgan had invited Fujimaru to lunch. A lunch that the two had planned for some time.

Fujimaru placed a hand over his heart as he stood before Morgan’s door. He was nervous. This meal was no simple affair. It was the start of something that would greatly change his life. He gently knocked before the door opened. Morgan’s lithe figure stood in the doorway. She wasted no time in snaking her slender arms around her master’s waist.

“Welcome, husband.” Morgan cooed in a voice low and sweet. Her lips pressed to the side of Fujimaru’s chin in a tender kiss. This left the young man a blushing mess. He was gently guided inside, and the door was shut behind him.

A table was loaded with enough food to feed ten, but the hostess of this banquet had only sent out one invitation. The two stared at the table before Morgan spoke. “I understand your trepidations, my dear. I will take the lead.” Morgan took her seat and placed her hands in her lap.

‘She’s still so regal.’ Fujimaru said as he sat beside Morgan. He looked over the table and picked up a fluffy dinner roll. “Here…” He murmured as he held it in front of Morgan. She took a gentle bite, chewed, and swallowed. Then Fujimaru tenderly fed her the rest. When his hands began to shake nervously, Morgan gently clasped them in hers.

“Husband, remember our plan. There is no need to be nervous.” Morgan moved one hand to Fujimaru’s stomach. It was flat. Not toned, yet not flabby either. Just flat. “We discovered our shared interest. We both yearn for each other, but we also crave more. Vast size, supple texture, and oppressive weight.” Morgan’s tone grew more passionate as she went on. Her serious, royal tone gave way to an excited and impatient one. “I desire to grow fat by your hand. I want you to feed me until I am too heavy to stand. Then, I wish to do the same to you. I want us to grow obese together. To spend our days feeding each other, lazing in bed, and embracing our corpulent forms!”

Fujimaru gulped nervously and reached for more food. It landed on something meaty and fried. He carried it to Morgan’s mouth, and she ate it eagerly. She even ran her tongue over Fujimaru’s fingers to collect any grease that clung to them. This made Fujimaru blush brightly, but he continued to feed his servant. Everything that Morgan had said was true. Fujimaru wanted to fatten Morgan, and the idea of her doing the same to him excited him more than anything. He just needed to steel his resolve and act!

The young man did just that. He grabbed more food and fed Morgan. He increased the pace steadily, and Morgan quickly matched it. It didn’t take long for Morgan’s stomach to swell. The flat surface rounded gently and stretched the front of her dress. Smooth curves grew more broad with each entrée she was fed. Fujimaru’s hands stopped once his servant’s belly looked like an over-inflated basketball.

Morgan took this pause as the chance to grab a napkin. She dabbed at the corner of her mouth, coated in grease and barbecue sauce. “Excellent work, husband.” She smiled as she ran her hands over her engorged stomach. “Your technique improved quite rapidly, but it still needs some work. Be more confident. There is no need to worry about going too fast.”

Fujimaru nodded. Any tips would be helpful. He awaited any pointers Morgan would give, but she instead scooted closer. She reached across the table and picked up a large slice of cake. One of her hands gently cradled the side of Fujimaru’s head. This seemed like a gentle touch, but in reality, she held his head still.

It seemed like Morgan was going to teach by example…

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Two months later

Fujimaru laid on his back, exhausted and stuffed. It had been a routine experience ever since he had started gaining weight. He would feed Morgan, Morgan would feed him, and then they would lay down for a long nap. Today was slightly different as Morgan pulled out more food as soon as he settled down. She proceeded to straddle his waist and caress his chest.

Fujimaru imagined he would lag slightly in weight. The idea of Morgan being a few hundred pounds heavier than him had been exciting. Morgan, however, seemed to prefer her master match her in size…or maybe she planned for him to be the bigger one. Only time would tell.

Presently, Fujimaru had softened considerably. His stomach distended and hung to his upper thighs, his hips had widened by almost half their original width, and his pectorals had swelled into flabby moobs that overflowed Morgan’s hands. His cheeks had softened, and a second chin had developed. Both were smeared with grease and sauces from today’s meal.

Morgan’s body was quite similar. Her hips were wider, and her chest was fuller, but her belly didn’t sag as low as Fujimaru’s. She greatly surpassed the chubby man with thighs twice as thick as his and a padded rump so voluptuous and thick that it buried half of her master’s thighs.

Morgan squeezed Fujimaru affectionately between her thighs. “You’ve done so well, husband. I’m sorry to surprise you like this, but I’m only trying to aid you. A gentle push like this will greatly improve our progress.” Her face became flushed. “And you look so lovely like this. Laid before me, so soft, and eager for more~” She smiled and licked her lips, inadvertently lapping some lingering sauce.

Fujimaru blushed back, saying nothing. His stomach confirmed Morgan’s words with a low growl. He had some room left in his stomach. This position was quite pleasing, too. Morgan’s weight was comforting and warm. He simply moved his hands to the plush hips before him and squeezed. Fat conformed against the shape of his hands, and Morgan cooed in delight.

The servant reached to the side of the bed and grabbed a large slice of cake. She pressed it to her master’s lips and didn’t stop until the majority of the slice was in his mouth. This caused frosting and small chunks of cake to cling to the edge of Fujimaru’s mouth and lips. After being given a few seconds to chew, Morgan grabbed the next slice and repeated the process. The cake was fed to Fujimaru one piece after the other with only a few seconds between. When it was gone, Morgan licked her fingers clean before she leaned forward to kiss Fujimaru. Her breasts squished and covered his moobs, each mound of fat being forced to compress so their owners could kiss.

The kiss only ended when the door was roughly kicked in. Baobahn Sith squeezed through the doorframe, her hips nearly getting stuck as she did. Sith had occasionally sat in on Fujimaru and Morgan’s meals. She favored snacking over gorging. At least, that’s what she said. It was more appropriate to say she grazed. Wherever she went and whatever she did involved a snack in hand. This constant, steady flow of food caused her to grow obese. Her short stature made her look much heavier, though. Her belly and rump dragged on the floor while pillar-like legs struggled to carry her forward. Her chest was seemingly unchanged, but it had gotten larger in a way. It maintained the aesthetic of being flat as a board, but there was a relatively thick layer of fat over her bust. It was nothing compared to the thickness of her arms. Each upper arm bore a heavy, sagging mass of fat. Her face was almost as round as a dinner plate and displayed a bored expression.

“Mother, when are you going to finish playing with master?” Sith asked and grabbed the edge of Morgan’s robe, tugging on it.

Morgan smiled nervously and patted Sith on the head. Meanwhile, Fujimaru had to hold back laughter. “Sweetie, mother is in the middle of something. Would you please come back after a little while?”

Sith huffed and moved her hand to Fujimaru’s sleeve. “Can I take master instead? The cafeteria won’t serve me sevenths, but I bet they’ll give master food. Come on, let’s go!” She tugged harder, causing a chain reaction of jiggles to carry through master and servants.

“I apologize, Your Highness. That one slipped away from me. I got caught in a door trying to follow her.” Barghest said as she poked her head through the door. She tried to squeeze more through the doorway, but her stature was utterly incomparable. This was because she had been subject to an increased diet. She was already voracious and now had little reason to go into battle. Combined with the narrow doors of Chaldea, she couldn’t manage to fit more than her head and shoulders through the door. From these portions, it was apparent that the servant was gargantuan.

Barghest tried to push herself through the door. This proved unsuccessful as cracks spiderwebbed around the door, and no more than the servant’s chest had entered. Those breasts alone possibly weighed more than Sith. They were so massive that the minimal portion of belly fat that crept through the passage was hidden beneath them. Barghest’s tall stature readily attracted fat as there was ample place for it to accumulate. What once was a sculpted masterpiece of muscle was now a living wall of blubber.

Sith grinned mischievously as she knew Barghest couldn’t get to her. She hugged Fujimaru’s arm and wiggled her hips excitedly. “Aw, poor Barghest. So used to gluttonously devouring without thought that she has grown too large for a simple door! Don’t you have any shame? Why stuff yourself when it is master and mother whom you should stuff~” She nuzzled her cheek against Fujimaru’s palm before a different hand smacked her rump. Sith leaped with a yelp and landed with a THUD! The insinuating jiggles of her portly body threw her off balance, and she fell back.

Morgan rubbed her palm. Smacking Sith’s butt stung more than she thought it would. “Barghest, please remove Sith from my room. Husband and I are in the middle of a meal.”

Barghest looked at Morgan and Fujimaru. She should have responded immediately, but she was distracted by Fujimaru. She was jealous that Sith could fit through the door so easily, and she was jealous of Morgan for being able to straddle Fujimaru. If it weren’t untoward, she would be the one smothering her master right now. “R-right away!” She exclaimed, pushed against the door, and stretched one meaty arm. Her bulging upper arm was wider than Morgan’s plush thighs, and there was no hint of muscle definition. Sausage fingers neared Sith, but the doorframe gave way with a thunderous CRACK before she could reach. Barghest fell atop Sith, her superior bulk completely burying the more diminutive servant. The room shook and carried through the occupants, causing them to jiggle chaotically.

Morgan sighed and cradled her head in her hands, Barghest had hidden her face in her breasts, Sith was bordering unconsciousness from the sudden weight dropped on her, and Fujimaru was…strangely turned on.

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Fujimaru felt his body rapidly relax, and exhaustion seeped through every inch of him. He rolled to his side and landed beside Morgan in bed. Sweat droplets trickled across his immense body and settled between his many rolls. He was too tired to move, but Morgan flipped onto her side and kissed her beloved’s cheek. This caused her breasts to squish around his arm and one of the mounds to push against a meaty moob.

Time had become a bit of a blur for the couple. Their meal dates stretched longer and longer until they blurred into each other. Fujimaru and Morgan had grown significantly over this time. Their clothes had long since been outgrown, and neither bothered to size them up. Given that they were too wide for the door, the duo opted to go naked. It made certain activities much easier, but having the energy for those activities was a different matter.

Fujimaru was exhausted. His weight greatly affected him since he was a mere human. He didn’t have any power granted by the Throne of Heroes. He felt every extra pound that clung to his frame, which was tiring. There was no chance he would think of losing weight. As tired as he was, he enjoyed every day of this life, especially with Morgan’s ample affection.

Fujimaru had a great deal to love, after all. His cheeks were round, and he had two extra chins. A thick neck connected with meaty shoulders that sloped into fleshy arms almost too heavy to lift. Fleshy moobs as big as basketballs rose and fell with his breaths. They had ample volume but depended on his stomach for most of their support. Given Fujimaru’s stomach folded past his waist and sagged enough to touch his feet, there was plenty of support. It was difficult to wrangle his stomach. Whether it came to feeding the demanding belly or moving it whenever he shifted position, stood, or waddled. He didn’t mind as Morgan was incredibly fond of it, and it acted like a warm blanket when he laid on his back. The bed beneath him had been reinforced to support the combined weight of himself and his love. It was also widened as both had a combined width that put dining tables to shame. His thighs were broad and meaty, enough that it took both of Barghest’s arms to wrap around them. The massive knight had her own bulk to deal with, but it was still a large expanse to wrap around. Barghest had tried to do it before when she wanted to prove to Sith that she could still lift her master. The attempt resulted in her face squishing against Fujimaru’s rump, flustering her and causing her to drop Fujimaru onto Sith.

Morgan believed she had taken on a regal and queenly form. That was true if the primary qualifications were to be as obese as she was proud. Her chest had swollen to three times the size of her head and remained supple and voluptuous. There was plenty of perk and bounce to them along with a welcoming texture. Fujimaru could hardly move in his current state, but he was motivated to lean in. This was so he could kiss her forehead.

The tender act caused a smirk to spread across Morgan’s plump face. She reached one meaty arm over Fujimaru and snaked the other beneath him. A crease between his back rolls allowed her padded forearm ample space to slip through. She grasped a handful of fat and used it to pull herself closer. The arm atop Fujimaru had ample space to spread across his belly. It was extra soft and bulbous, just like her beloved’s.

“You did excellently, my love~” Morgan whispered to Fujimaru as she rubbed her belly against him. The mass of her stomach stretched more than twice the length of her arms and had a defined fold through the middle. Her upper belly was more mound-like than Fujimaru’s. Thick love handles protruded from her sides atop her hips, while the front flowed past her knees and looked to be cradled by her lower belly. The lower belly was more expansive than the upper at every part. It went beyond her hips, it eclipsed more of her thighs, and the furthest point was able to squish against her feet.

Even though they weren’t visible from the front, Morgan had succulently thick thighs. Fujimaru’s had gotten close to catching up, but not entirely. Morgan’s legs were wide enough to cover three chairs. This was a width that far exceeded her former throne. The queen’s butt was also much wider than her former throne. The rippling cheeks were well-rounded and exceedingly upholstered. Even the mattress beneath her paled compared to the thickness and comfort her cheeks provided. Fujimaru knew that very well…

“Rest well,” Morgan cooed to Fujimaru. “Soon, we’ll have dinner and resume our passions~” She nuzzled closer as her hands roamed Fujimaru without restraint.

Fujimaru blushed but didn’t shy away. He felt the urge to scoot closer to Morgan, but they were already touching each other. Getting closer would require them to contend with their overweight bodies. “Right, later…I have a bit of a question before that, though. We’re getting pretty big.” Fujimaru looked over himself and Morgan. Both were still damp with sweat. Closer observations revealed food stains and crumbs. “Are we going to slow down? At this rate, we’ll be immobile in less than a month.”

Morgan simply laughed. “Oh, dear, you are truly hilarious.” She patted Fujimaru affectionately. “We won’t slow down. I imagine our pace will accelerate once we reach immobility. Barghest and Sith will need to aid us, but I predict we will continue to grow indefinitely. Until then, we must take advantage of our waning mobility.” Her smile turned lecherous. “Take advantage and do things…like this~”

Whether it was through magic or latent physical power, Morgan flipped herself atop her master. Her belly laid over his, and her thighs squeezed tightly. “I desire to work up an appetite. Be a dear and assist me.”

Fujimaru gulped nervously. This had happened before. Very often, in fact. Just the idea of exponential and indefinite growth got Fujimaru dangerously excited. Morgan consumed his entire attention. Not even food crossed his mind. Only Morgan. He gripped her thighs and took a deep breath. If he focused all of his mana on replenishing his stamina, he might make it through the next half hour…

THE END