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It was the middle of the night, and the resident novelist felt his stomach grumbling. It was annoying, but he was still human…mostly. He still has needs, sustenance being one of them. Orpheus put a hand on his flat, lean stomach as it groaned emptily. He'd been shut in his room most of the day, caught up in a writing stupor where he couldn't stop for breaks. He was happy with his novel progress, but even he had to admit he was famished. 

He peeked outside the door of his room, looking back and forth to see if anyone else was up. The last thing he needed was someone like Norton to interrogate where he was going. Not like the prospector could judge though, that fatass probably gorged himself at all hours of the day. Sure, he might've come from hunger, but that didn't mean Orpheus wasn't judging his transition from bone fucking frail to lardass. Okay, that was an exaggeration. Deep down, Orpheus was jealous of his body. He had a nice amount of meat to him, muscular and with a chubby middle that perfectly fit him. Nicely sculpted all around. Meanwhile, Orpheus was practically a twink if not for the light amounts of muscle on him. It didn't help that he felt the need to tightly corset himself to achieve a curvy, yet unassuming figure. He did like the bit of femininity it lended to him [gave him a sort of gender euphoria], but he didn't enjoy how it made him look even smaller. He usually passed it off with the excuse of ‘it’s for my posture,’ or ‘you clearly wouldn't understand, but it's a fashion statement,’ but why did he need to explain himself anyways? Pride. That was the reason, but he'd never admit it. 

He made his way to the survivor kitchen, thankfully unbothered and alone at the moment. His stomach continued to bark at him, the noises making him cringe a bit. “Be patient…!” He whisper-yelled at his organ like it could actually understand him. His share of dinner was left on the kitchen counter with a note. A sweet gesture that he couldn't give a fuck about. He threw the note nonchalantly, not paying attention to where it landed. He unwrapped the cellophane, looking at the perfectly portioned plate. It was the usual early 1900’s style meal he was used to, looking like a TV dinner although he knew it was homemade. The main portion was chicken-ala-king, with a side of buttered peas and mashed potatoes, then a square brownie and cup of ambrosia to go with it. His nose wrinkled at the ambrosia, putting it to the side as he heated up the other dishes. Ugh, he did not understand why people enjoyed it. It was basically just glorified sugar! Marshmallows, whipped cream, jello, all combined with fruit and nuts. It was overly sweet and the texture was horrible to him. And the fact it was classified as a fruit salad was absurd. 

Once the food was heated up, he pulled up a stool and sat at the counter, immediately digging in. He made a forkful of every savory dish, shoving it into his mouth and letting out a soft moan of pleasure. The best part of getting out of a secluded writing session was finally getting to indulge his taste buds and fill his stomach. Whoever cooked tonight did a fine job, as he continued to eat the main dish with the sides. He always had a sort of order to eat his food; a bite with a little bit of everything, then just the main course, then just the sides, then repeat that order until it was done, and move onto the dessert. It was probably related to his neurodivergence, but he didn't care to find out. It was just something he did, it didn't need an explanation. 

He finished rather quickly, way quicker than he usually did. He frowned, still feeling so hungry. Well, he still had the brownie and the…ugh, ambrosia. Maybe he would eat it if the brownie didn't fill him up. Maybe. He took a forkful of the brownie, it was just a plain fudge one, no nuts or anything. He let the fork pass his lips, smiling at the taste. He loved chocolate, hell most people did, but something about it being warm and dense like this was heavenly. He couldn't help himself, eating it so fast and savoring it. It was so good, but he wished he did savor it more. He was still hungry…

He looked at the ambrosia one last time, cringing as he picked it up. How the fuck was this classified as a salad? More like refrigerated ice cream at this point. But even then, he liked the texture of ice cream. This shit? Not at all. He poked at it with his spoon, noticing the types of fruit and nuts in it. He liked walnuts, he supposed. And he enjoyed cherries, tangerines, and pineapple. It was the damn marshmallows and gelatin that threw him off so much. He decided to just suck it up and take a spoonful, avoiding as many marshmallows as he could. As he tasted it, he hated to admit it, but it wasn't as bad as the other ones he's tried. Was it good? No. But at least it would possibly fill the void of emptiness in his stomach. 

He finished it deliberately more quickly to avoid the taste for too long, but that too was to his detriment. “Tch!” He looked towards the fridge now, hand resting atop his stomach. It still groaned with hunger, though it also worked down the food inside him. His stomach still felt so flat too. He had stuffed himself before, and was familiar with the small curve his gut would get when full. He wasn't at that point yet, and he still had so much room. Maybe he could stomach just a few more things…

He opened the fridge, eyes darting around to see anything he could get away with eating. Some caramel apples immediately got his eye, and he grabbed one. There was also some unmarked pasta of some kind, one he recognized from a few nights ago. It should still be good, and if no one claimed it, he shouldn't let it go to waste. He took another wrapped up brownie just to be safe though. Okay, surely he would be full after this. 

The caramel apple was crisp and rich from the caramel, a perfect balance. It even had some sea salt on it, which just made it even better. He would admit, as much as he disliked the Wax Artist, he had good taste in snacks. He finished it slower than he did the last two items, but was still hungry. He heated up the brownie and pasta, immediately getting to work on entering it into his body once it was out. “Ow-” he burned his tongue a little from the pasta like a dumbass, remembering how bad of a habit he had with that. He was usually impatient and didn't let things cool down. He could also just blow on it, but that's what a child would do…he blew on it though since no one was watching. The pasta was covered in pesto, and it was good. A little too herby for his tastes, but he still liked it. He knew what to expect from the brownie already, but it was still good. 

His tummy now had the little curve of pooch he was familiar with, signifying that his stomach was full. But he wasn't full, a need for more food gnawed at the pit of his gut. He patted his fingers over the surface. “There's still room. I can fit more.” He reasoned with himself, getting off of the kitchen floor and looking in the fridge once more. Nothing else was unclaimed besides leftovers from tonight. He could get that, but he wanted something new. 

He noticed a small pot of creme brulee, a note on top of it with his boyfriend's handwriting. Claimed by Frederick, don't touch. Surely that didn't apply to him too. I mean, partners share everything with each other. Hell, if Frederick was here right now, he'd want his boyfriend to eat his food! ‘Aww poor baby, go ahead, fill up that little tummy of yours.’ Okay, Frederick for sure would not say that word-for-word, but it was close enough of an approval. He grabbed the creme brulee, as well as a slice of cake claimed by his sister. He looked behind him, just to make sure no one saw as he took the piece. Alice wouldn't mind…he was sure of it. Norton would mind getting his beef and pudding stolen, but fuck Norton. That bastard has eaten enough. 

After heating up what needed to be heated, he resumed his spot on the kitchen floor and dug in. The cake was gone in an instant, he knew the taste of it many a time over, so he didn't have anything to write home about the rich truffle chocolate. He never tried the dish that Norton claimed was his favorite, so that was next. It cooled down enough, and he took a big bite. It was actually good. Color him surprised that the miner bastard had good taste. The pudding wasn't the flan-like thing he originally suspected, it was more bready. Like custardy bread. He ate the cherry first though, he always did. He did wonder why Norton always put a maraschino on top, it seemed out of place with this type of pudding and more in place of the traditional type. The meat and vegetables were great too, all cooked to perfect by the manor chefs. Or it might've been made by Hastur, the god was known to conjure the food for the matches. The entire plate was cleared. Then it was onto the creme brulee. It was great, obviously. Rich and creamy with a hint of bitterness from the burnt sugar. He licked the frosting and cream off of his face, sighing. His aggravating boyfriend had great taste, he knew this.

Speaking of his good taste, maybe a glass of wine would go well with this. To wash it all down. He didn't bother to clean the plates, evidence just sitting in the sink. What, there were so many people in the manor! No one would be able to pin down that it was him. He opened the cabinet, searching for a nice bottle. Personally, he liked red wine, but recently he started to like Frederick’s favorite wines a lot. Most of the ones he liked were rosé or white though. That didn't bother him though, pouring himself a tall glass and greedily gulping it down. “Ahh, urpph!” He let out a small burp from the bubbles, patting his stomach firmly. He winced, feeling how tight it was in his clothes now. He took off his corset panting, releasing his stomach from the tight hold. He almost regretted it though, seeing how the curve of his stomach was now more like a bump. A pouch that held all the food he ate like a glutton. He bit his lip softly, soothing over it with a gloved hand. His stomach gurgled loudly still, and he still felt like he was starving…

“Nggh, no, not now.” He whined, feeling feathers prickle on the back of his neck and his hair get longer. He really didn't want to turn into his Nightmare self right now, especially because of his predicament. He ate a whole lot more as Nightmare, and his gut already hurt from pushing his limits. But oh, how he wanted to eat more. He NEEDED to eat more, to make the pit finally go away. His bones cracked and morphed as he transformed into his more monstrous self, metal binding itself to his face and growing out of it to make the plague doctor mask. Once it was done, he panted, feeling his mind start to fog up with carnal urges. He was usually still a gentleman, but right now, the only thing on his mind was eating. 

“So hungry…” He growled out, the kitchen suddenly feeling too small for his hulking form. He looked down at his midriff, seeing that it now looked as flat as ever. Probably because of his new size. Surely he could get away with eating more. He needed more, he wasn't full yet. He got himself off the floor, ducking as he left the survivor kitchen and entered the hunter wing. His stomach still groaned at him, and he tried patting it to soothe it. “Shhh…” He hissed at it, not wanting to alert anyone who was possibly awake. He checked the kitchen, no one. Just him. He immediately turned to the cabinets and fridge, finding anything he could get his claws on. 

Eating with a metal beak and weird pen claw was odd, but he didn't care right now. He couldn't quite chew because of the beak’s lack of teeth, but small serrations along the jagged structure worked fine enough. It helped his wet, oozing mouth rip apart pieces of meat before swallowing them in chunks. He didn't bother putting his corset back on, knowing he was too tall for it now and also to not restrict himself. He was going to feed himself, he was going to fill the hole inside him. After getting through the meat, he continued to potatoes, bread, sweets, more wine; anything that he could cram down his gullet. He didn't care about people finding out he ate the stuff they claimed anymore, he just needed to be full. He would make it up to them, if they even could find out it was him. 

His clothes felt tighter on him, and so did his belly. It was starting to look more like how it did before he transformed, a bump melting away everything he shoved down his throat. His mask beak was dripping, it always did when it was open. But this time, it was more messy. Drool, the liquid metal and goo, and remnant of food and sauce that he messily got on his face. He licked it up greedily with his large tongue, doing the same for any speck of food on his hands. He was such an animal right now, chowing down any food with no sense of the usual sophistication and manners he had. He usually was able to keep up his appearances, though more unhinged, as Nightmare. But when he was yearning or hungering like this, his primal ways washed over him completely and infected his being. His hands were on his belly, holding the sides of it and coaxing up some burps to help clear some room. He knew he was bloated with the amount of food he ingested nowb, ut he still wanted 

“More…”

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The sound of tapping against glass woke Frederick up, the composer blinking awake. He fell asleep at his desk again while writing a new composition, a spot of drool forming on the page. Great, he'd need to rewrite it. He sighed, wiping the drool from his lips as the clinks started up again. He grumbled, looking towards the window. He couldn't see well due to the lighting of the evening, so he pushed off his blankets and walked over to it. It was a bird, specifically one of Orpheus' ravens. He huffed, opening the window and letting the bird in. It cawed at him, nuzzling his hand before pecking at it. “It's late. What do you need?” He asked unamused, eyes narrowed at the bird. It continued to squawk at him, nipping at his fingers lightly. He groaned, giving the bird some pets and heading out the door with it. 

He knew that if it was a raven coming to summon him, then Orpheus was in his “Nightmare” form. He usually didn't call for him while like this, the other times just asking for favors or for Frederick to help him with feathers shedding. He assumed this wasn't a sexual matter then, but he could be wrong. He wondered how it would be to bed with the monster…he shook his head to get out the thought. That wasn't a kink he was going to get into tonight, that was for his diary or late night thoughts. 

He got to the door, knocking but noticing it was already open. He entered, and was met with Nightmare curled up on his bed, groaning. He perked up once Frederick entered though, the raven leaving the composer's hand and rejoining Orpheus' body. That always made Frederick shiver, how the bird would melt back into the flesh. He closed the door behind him, approaching the bed. Nightmare was still turned away from him, but he could hear the soft pants and something groaning from him. 

“What's wrong?” He asked, but was immediately grabbed by the Nightmare. He yelped, being pulled close to Orpheus. His middle felt larger than it usually did, filled up too. The composer’s hands couldn't help but reach his gloved hands down and touch it. Orpheus' breath hitched for a second, before being replaced by a small whimper. “What did you eat??” He asked, prodding at it with his fingers. This elicited a deep gurgle from the organ, making Frederick blush. He wouldn't lie, he always liked tummies. They were soft, cute, and made such lovely sounds. 

“Ghh, I was so hungry…ate so much…” Nightmare’s voice was strained with pain. Frederick sighed, tapping Nightmare's arm to let him go. He obliged and the composer started checking the damage. It looked pretty damn bloated, shirt buttons straining from trying to keep all of his gut in. He reached to unbutton the bird monster's shirt, but his hand was immediately grabbed. “Don't unbutton it…”

“You want me to rub it, right?” 

“Keep it on…I don't like how my skin looks like this.” 

Frederick huffed, but respected his wishes. He knew how Orpheus got about his appearance. He's vented about how he hated the veins and deathly purple and blue color of his skin like this, as well as how much he hated the metal attached to his face. “Okay drama queen…” 

“Am not.” 

“Sure you aren't.” Frederick kept his gloves on for now, straddling onto Orpheus' lap. 

He didn't quite know where to start, he didn't rub bellies a lot unless it was his own. And it's not like he was super skinny, he had pudgy thighs and a little doughy tum, but nothing as big as what Orpheus was packing at the moment. He tried to go about it like he did to himself, pressing into it lightly on each side. Orpheus sighed at this, a small belch rolling past his beak. Frederick didn't bother to be snarky about it, he liked how cute burps were. He tried to press deeper, but it would barely budge. “You pigged out, hmm? I can barely poke into it…” He decided that his plan of attack was just rubbing over it in small circles, since the skin was so taut. Orpheus whimpered, stomach so sensitive that even the gentle touch was overstimulating to him. 

“Urrpp, ughhh it hurts.” He whined, one arm over his eyes as he tried to distract himself from the pain. “Yeah I know. How much did you even eat? You don't usually have this much of an appetite…ever.” 

“A, hic, a lot.” 

“I wouldn't be surprised if you cleared out the whole fridge.” 

“...”

Frederick shot him a look, eyes narrowed. “What did you eat out of the fridge, Orpheus?” 

“I ate unclaimed stuff and then Norton's food.” A half-truth to satiate the other. 

“Heh, he's gonna kill you.” The composer commented, continuing to rub. The gurgles were nice, a response to what did and didn't work while he rubbed. He loved the sounds, always having an auditory fixation. He wanted to just his ear up to it and listen to it churn, but he had a job to do. 

After a few minutes, Orpheus started whining more loudly. Frederick stopped, looking up and grunting. “God, you're so loud. You never shut up.” 

“Because it hurts, you dick! Your hands aren't helping anymore.” 

He sighed, crawling off of his lap. “Well if I'm not helping, I'll just stop.” 

“Gruh, wait no! Keep going!” He whined. 

Frederick crossed his arms, “well maybe it would help if you let me lift up your shirt. But I know you don't want me to see your body like this. So, turn back into a survivor. It'll be a smaller surface for me to rub, and I know what your skin looks like.”

“Nngh…I don't know if I can.” 

“Just try for me, okay baby?” Frederick tried to be gentle, but he wasn't really good at it. Frederick and Orpheus were always on a fine line between love and hate, moments of tenderness that weren't undercut with snark or roughness were rare. 

Nightmare whined, but obliged. A purple mist puffed away as the Nightmare form disappeared, Frederick swatting it away as he tried to see through it. His eyesight was never great, so he just waited until it dissipated. Orpheus continued to groan, and sounded more choked than he did before. “Babe? You okay- oh shit.” Frederick stumbled over his words as he saw Orpheus' new state. 

It seemed like his proportions as Nightmare didn't pass over like he expected. Orpheus would look fine and normal, if it wasn't for his insanely distended middle. If Nightmare's stomach looked like a potbelly before, then Orpheus' looked like he was 8 months pregnant with twins. The skin was even more taut than before, reddened from being so stretched out covered with sweat from the stress. His belly was so loud, practically screaming in protest as it churned and gurgled uncomfortably.

Speaking of protest, his shirt buttons finally gave up. With a loud ping, the buttons around his gut popped off, flying off in another direction. His gut spilled out of the busted open shirt with a bwomp, the reddened orb swollen beyond belief. Frederick was awestruck by it, not knowing a human can be stretched out this much by food. “Jesus fucking Christ, did you eat a whole person???” He yelled out, Orpheus not responding besides whines and whimpers. Frederick couldn't help but want to feel it in its entirety, taking off his gloves as he rubbed over the gut. It continued to gurgle and groan, Frederick being able to feel the vibrations of digestion under the flesh. 

“And you called me fat before…I know you didn't just eat unlabeled stuff and Norton’s food. You ate dinner too I assume. So, what else did you eat?” 

“Ghh…” 

“Don't lie to me, Orphy.” 

His face was flushed red as his sensitive belly was soothed, “hnngh, I, hiccurp, ugh. I ate Alice's cake too. And some of the hunter's food…and…” 

“And?” 

“I ate your creme brulee.” 

Frederick pressed down on his gut particularly hard at that, almost like a punch. Orpheus moaned out, hands clutching his sides at the pain. “I fucking knew it! You knew I was looking forward to that!” His rubs became more rough now, which did technically help by coaxing up burps and squishing down the mush of food inside him more. It seemed like most of the air was out now, Orpheus' tight stomach significantly softer, although still full and taut by how much food sludge was in it. “Hghh I was hungry. I used my boyfriend pass.” 

“That only works when you ask me first!”  

Frederick noticed a tent was forming in Orpheus' pants, a smirk gracing his pink lips. Usually he was the one who was rough, because Frederick was sensitive to a lot of things while Orpheus was practically stone cold. But now, it was Frederick’s turn. “In Austria, we have a word for someone like you. A saukerl. A greedy pig of a man.” He hissed, this time smacking Orpheus’ stomach. The growing flush of shame on the novelist's face just fueled the fire. “You called me a cow before. If I remember correctly, it was while you played with my tits, you called me a prized cow with how fat I was. But look at you now, my dear Orpheus. Oh, how the mighty have fallen.” He grabbed his underbelly, “you're such a pig. You try to act like you're better than everyone else, but deep down you know it. You know that you're a greedy swine ready to gorge yourself on things that don't belong to you. You just don't want to admit it. But now you can't hide it anymore, you finally fattened yourself up to match your nature. I bet you'll be the fattest one in the manor now, and everyone will see it.” 

Frederick’s string of degradations made Orpheus' cock swell with excitement, pushing against his pants begging to be touched. “Nghh, Frederick pleaseeee. Touch me.” He begged, losing all sense of dignity in that moment. Frederick wasted no time, lifting up the novelist's fupa and sliding down his pants. With one hand holding up his gut and the other around his shaft, Frederick got to work sucking him off. Orpheus moaned, fingers digging into the bed sheets as Frederick took him in deeply. The composer's fangs teased along his shaft, giving small nibbles as he licked every inch of him.

He needed to take a break to catch his breath, smiling as he listened to the groans from both Orpheus and his paunch. “God, you're so heavy. I feel bad for whatever hunter has to carry your fat ass.” Orpheus' cock weeped at that, dousing the inside of Frederick's mouth with pre. He continued to suck and tease, getting in some dirty talk as he pleasured the other. “I wonder if you'd let me feed you like this. I'd love to watch your belly grow so big you couldn't get out of bed anymore. How does that sound, hmm? Do you want me to stuff you like the pig you are and take care of you?” 

Orpheus came at that, ropes being swallowed and sucked up by Frederick as he hummed. He felt his panties get wet from that, but held off on pleasuring himself for now. This was good enough for him. He panted, finally letting Orpheus' fupa slap down onto his crotch and moving up. “You can't reach your own dick like this, I assume. You should be thanking me.” 

“Mmm, thank you Frederick.” 

“Hmph. You can do better than that.”

“Nghh, bworp, thank you Frederick for giving me so much pleasure. I'll be a good pig slut for you!” 

Frederick was pleased with this, giving his belly a kiss. “Good boy~ you want me to keep rubbing or are you tired out?” He asked with a pat to his gut. 

“Nn, sleepy…” Frederick curled up next to him, hand caressing the mound of his belly. “Then rest up, dear. I'll stay with you and watch you digest all this.” Orpheus didn't need to hear that twice, all but knocking out after muttering thank you's and I love you’s to Frederick. 

The next morning, he woke up feeling significantly heavier. He stirred awake, seeing that Frederick was laying on his pooch like a pillow. “Hmm, morning Rick.” He ran his hands through the silver locks of the other. “Good morning, big guy. You ready to see if your clothes still fit?” He asked, giving a small love bite to the pudge in front of him. Orpheus felt the flush from the night before return, nodding slowly as they both got up. Needless to say, he was struggling to get his clothes on, looking rather pathetic as he tried to. “Hmph! Can you give me a hand, dear?” He stared with pathetic, pleading eyes at his partner. 

Frederick did significantly better, tightening the corset around the other and sliding on his shirt. The hanging paunch was hidden now, but he was noticeably bigger in his clothing. He frowned, turning around and looking at how his ass fit in his pants. He had a nicely sculpted ass before, but now it was a full bubble butt. God, he felt so embarrassed. “I look like you now…” He whined, before yelping at Frederick sliding his hand onto his ass and gut. “Nope, not me. More like Campbell.” He wanted to be shot down right there, putting his head in his hands as he covered his shame. “Aww, don't fret. You may be a pig, but pigs are cute.” Frederick teased, peppering the other's face in small smooches. “Plus, you're my pig. And I'm planning on taking good care of you and your belly.” He gave it a pat, taking pleasure in the way Orpheus' face heated up at his comments and touch. 

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The sound of tapping against glass woke Frederick up, the composer blinking awake. He fell asleep at his desk again while writing a new composition, a spot of drool forming on the page. Great, he'd need to rewrite it. He sighed, wiping the drool from his lips as the clinks started up again. He grumbled, looking towards the window. He couldn't see well due to the lighting of the evening, so he pushed off his blankets and walked over to it. It was a bird, specifically one of Orpheus' ravens. He huffed, opening the window and letting the bird in. It cawed at him and nuzzled his hand before pecking at it. “It's late. What do you need?” He asked unamused, eyes narrowed at the bird. It continued to squawk at him, nipping at his fingers lightly. He groaned, giving the bird some pets and heading out the door with it. 

He knew that if it was a raven coming to summon him, then Orpheus was in his “Nightmare” form. He usually didn't call for him while like this, the other times just asking for favors or for Frederick to help him with feathers shedding. He assumed this wasn't a sexual matter then, but he could be wrong. He wondered how it would be to bed with the monster…he shook his head to get out the thought. That wasn't a kink he was going to get into tonight, that was for his diary or late night thoughts…or wettest dream. 

He got to the door, knocking but noticing it was already open. He entered, and was met with Nightmare curled up on his bed, groaning. He perked up once Frederick entered though, the raven leaving the composer's hand and rejoining Orpheus' body. That always made Frederick shiver, how the bird would melt back into the flesh. He closed the door behind him, approaching the bed. Nightmare was still turned away from him, but he could hear the soft pants and something groaning from him. 

“What's wrong?” He asked, but was immediately grabbed by the Nightmare. He yelped, being pulled close to Orpheus. His middle felt larger than it usually did, filled up too. The composer’s hands couldn't help but reach his gloved hands down and touch it. Orpheus' breath hitched for a second, before being replaced by a small whimper. “What did you eat??” He asked, prodding at it with his fingers. This elicited a deep gurgle from the organ, making Frederick blush. He wouldn't lie, he always liked tummies. They were soft, cute, and made such lovely sounds. 

-The new stuff starts here-

Nightmare seemed to squeeze him tighter, “h…hungry…” He muttered. Another loud and ominous groan from his guts, the gurgling like music to Frederick's ears. “Still? You seem pretty stuffed. But okay, I'll go get you something from the kitchen if-” 

“No.” The embrace got tighter. 

“Oh…kay…what do you want me to do then?” 

“Hungry…for you…” 

This made Frederick blush again, lips going into a fine line. “Oh! Oh…I didn't know you were into that.” He smiled sheepishly, wriggling out of Orpheus' grasp and sitting up straight. So, he was full and wanted to be fucked? He could do that. Hungry meant like, desire to fuck, right? That was doable. And hot. 

He unbuttoned his shirt, letting it slide off of his shoulders teasingly. He smiled more seductively now, trailing his hands down from his collar bone to his waist. “Do you want me to keep this on or off?” He asked, grabbing Nightmare's hands and leading them to the lower waist of his corset. Nightmare didn't give a verbal answer, just growling hungrily and unclipping the corset himself. Frederick sighed in relief as his slightly pudgy middle was let loose. “Good boy. Now, let me- eep!” He yelped once more as Nightmare ripped off his pants. Like, actually ripped them off with his claws, pen tip finger slicing through it like thin ribbons. “...I hope you know you're replacing those.” He huffed, letting the torn remains slide off of him now. Orpheus already removed his own shirt and suit blazer, only left in his pants. Frederick was about to remove his gloves, but was interrupted. 

Nightmare's mask-like beak opened, stringy saliva and goop from the melty mask accenting the large maw. He felt a shiver go down his spine. Sure, he's seen Nightmare's mouth open up before, but it was so close, and the heat from his breath was right in his face. He smiled awkwardly at it, not knowing why he enjoyed the feeling so much. The beak nipped his throat, giving as much of a hickey/love bite as he could with a bird's mouth. Frederick hummed, this didn't feel as good as Orpheus' human mouth did, but it wasn't bad either. His tongue was where it was at though, the muscle longer and purple in color. It felt nice, better in fact; it was hot and wet, and sharp in a way. Almost metallic feeling, but also gooey feeling. He bit his lip, leaning his neck into the licking and sucking. 

Orpheus pulled back, and Frederick assumed he was moving on to a different type of foreplay. What he didn't expect was for Orpheus to take his signature pen-tipped finger and poke it into the side of Frederick’s neck. Frederick hissed, feeling the blood start to trickle down his neck, which was quickly licked up by Orpheus once more. They were both into blood drinking, so this wasn't a surprise either. But usually Orpheus would give him a head’s up before. He didn't mind too much though. Once the blood flow seemed to stop, Orpheus pulled away. Frederick was panting, satisfied with the startup stimulation. “You're like a vampire finch…” He snorted, leaning into Orpheus. 

“You taste good.” He sounded less feral now, more like his usual Novelist self. It was almost like his blood made his head less clouded. “I'm glad,” Frederick started but was cut off by Orpheus squeezing him once again. “I need more of you. You taste. So. Yummy.” The hunger in his voice came back, drool beginning to drip from the mask. “Okay if you're gonna take more blood, take it from another spot-” 

“No.” The grip got super tight, causing Frederick to let out a choked gasp. He felt like he was being crushed. “O-Orphy-” 

“I need all of you inside me.” 

“W-what?” 

He didn't get to ask what that meant, as Orpheus' beak opened once again, impossibly wide and his entire maw opened. Frederick’s eyes widened, “wait-” 

His face was engulfed by hot, wet darkness, along with the cold fleshy metal of the beak now on his shoulders. A gulp pushed him further into the darkness, a moan resounding around him as Nightmare savored his taste. He started hyperventilating, letting out small shouts for help, or for Orpheus to stop. It's not like anyone could hear him though, every room in the manor was soundproofed. And if Orpheus could hear him through the tight throat, it's not like he would listen. Swallows continued to send him down into Orpheus' body, though Nightmare took the occasional break to savor his flavor. 

He especially took his time savoring his breasts, ass, and now wet cunt, teasing them with his tongue and taking in every inch of flavor. When he got to Frederick’s slit, he gave an amused chuckle that Frederick could feel vibrating around him. He stuck his tongue under his panties and inside his pussy, licking all the spots he knew were sensitive to Frederick. Frederick tried to bite back his moans, but it didn't help. Fuck, he was good with his tongue. It was almost worth being eaten just for the chance to feel Nightmare putting his mouth to use. That was a lie, no it wasn't, but Frederick was too aroused to argue against that logic. He came from the stimulation soon enough, which Orpheus greedily licked up before continuing the swallows. 

Soon enough, Frederick completely disappeared into Orpheus, last amounts of his body becoming a bulge in the bird monster's throat. Orpheus took a moment to relish this, fingers tracing the bulge as it went down his throat. Eventually, Frederick was completely in his stomach. He almost fell face first into the pool of stomach juices, but he was able to cover his head with his arms before he plopped in with a splash. The acids were diluted by the liquified food already in his stomach, but it still stung a bit. He readjusted his position, using his knees to keep himself upright. He was still in shock. His boyfriend just ate him!

“Ahh, there we go. Thanks babe, you were just what I needed.” He wiped the drool from his mask as one hand patted his belly. The animalistic fog seemed to leave him, sounding like his usual self as he stroked his now distended belly. He could make out where each part of Frederick was, the bulges drum tight and skin taut. He didn't really care where he rubbed at the moment though, just trying to soothe the skin. 

Where his hand was though, he suddenly felt a punch, causing him to flinch. “Ow…don’t do that.” Frederick hit him again, bulges being made wherever he hit. 

“I hope it hurts! You just fucking ate me!” He yelled, kicking and squirming as much as he could. “Let me out right fucking now!”

“Nghh, no. Stay…” He whimpered a little, trying to hold his belly still as Frederick struggled up a storm inside him. He burped into his fist, Frederick knocking some air out of his stomach. “Urpff, Frederick, stop it.” 

“Fuck no! You. Ate. Me!” 

“Ghh I was so hungry!” 

“Then you should've eaten some actual food!” 

“Not filling enough. You were perfect. So tasty~”

Frederick stopped for a second, hands still pushed out against the skin. “Wow, I sure am glad I tasted good to you. Now, if you would kindly LET ME THE FUCK OUT! I'M NOT YOUR FOOD!” His voice dripped with venom as the struggles started up again, fists banging against the walls of the stomach. 

Nightmare burped again, starting to feel queasy from all the movement inside him. “Hworp, hnnghh pipe down. You're gonna make me, hic, throw you up.” 

“GOOD!” The kick that followed was particularly hard, causing Orpheus to lurch forward. Orpheus felt his breath hitch, stomach aching and groaning in protest. He shifted his weight to stand up, causing Frederick to slide and fall on his ass in the stomach. He yelped, trying to regain his position. Orpheus was quick though, grabbing one of the larger corsets he used as Nightmare and putting it on. His goal wasn't to actually sinch himself though, just to keep his gut still and restrict Frederick's movements. It seemed to work, the punches still happening but no longer causing jostling. And the bulges barely moved besides small indents on his blueish purple skin. 

“Nnngh, tight…” Frederick whimpered, stopping his struggles as he saw it was useless. He shifted to a fetal position, trying to keep as much room as he could. His ass and feet were starting to feel numb from the acids, but he couldn't see any physical damage yet. The walls though, he could see the damage. The burping removed a lot of air from the stomach, and the walls were even more closed in on him. The flesh of the organ was tight around him, almost like a vacuum seal. He knew his bulges were probably completely visible from the outside, but god it was so tight. He didn't know how he wasn't outright crushed by how much constriction was over him. He could barely move besides small squirms and shifting his hands. He still tried to gauge his room by seeing how much his hands could push out onto the stomach. Not much, from how the corset now kept him and place and how little air there was in here. The squeezing and churning of the walls closed in on his form in intervals too, almost like kneading him into the perfect place to churn away. 

“Trust me, this is tight for both of us. If you stayed still, we wouldn't be in this predicament.” Nightmare chimed in, huffing as he tied the back of the corset to support his gut. Frederick felt his face heat up with anger, “me!?! My fault?!? The ‘predicament’ is that you swallowed me whole!” 

“Like I said, I needed you. I was so hungry and you're the only one I could get in here and stomach.” He patted his belly, causing Frederick to whine. His stomach gurgled uncomfortably, making him wince. “You’re not agreeing with my poor belly…” He continued to rub it, whining a little as he tried to make the churning less uncomfortable. “Good, I hope it hurts! I'm not gonna just sit here and-!”

“Yes, you will. Because that’s what a meal does. So stay still and digest like a good little morsel~”

Frederick shook his head, lifting his knees up further. “This isn't happening, this isn't real this-” 

“Urrphh!” 

“...this is real. Oh Dieu…” 

He could feel Orpheus' hands all over his body through the walls of the stomach, smoothing over him. “I'll forget about this if you let me out right now. We will never have to speak of this again. We-”

“Urph, nah. You're so good. A perfect balance of savory and sweet~ I think you’re gonna stay in there and melt into me.” Nightmare purred, leaning back into the bed once more and marveling at his gut. He couldn't believe how full he was, nor the fact that his own boyfriend was inside his body. It was turning him on, a boner pushing against his belly. “Mmm, you know how to make a guy full and horny, Kreiburg.” He reached one hand into his pants, keeping the other on his belly. 

“There's no way you're hard right now!” Frederick hissed, squirming with vigor again. This got another burp from Nightmare, and he smacked his belly as if to reprimand him. Frederick yelped from within, stopping. “Don't move so much. You're just gonna use up more of your precious air. It's not gonna be pleasant if I end up, hic, belching it all up.” Frederick knew he was right, but he wanted to make his insides hurt. That asshole…

He reached a hand down to his own crotch, which was now exposed. His panties already melted. “And don't act like it's so scandalous. I felt how wet you were while getting eaten. You liked it, didn't you?” He slapped his gut again, watching how his taut skin didn't even budge. “That's another reason why I called you. I knew you secretly liked this.” 

He was right once again. This was always a fantasy of his, getting eaten alive by a large creature and curling up into its belly as he slowly melted into it. He buried his face into his hands in shame at that secret kink being out in the open. God, his face was redder than his coat right now. “Hhhhh, how did you know?” 

“You mutter in your sleep, especially when having wet dreams. And you've written your little…fantasies in your diary. I wasn't surprised at wanting to be eaten by me and Antonio…but Luchino and Hastur, really? You'd wanna be eaten by them? I didn't know you liked monsters so much.” 

“Why the hell did you read that??”

“I was curious and you fell asleep while writing it. I didn't know my little composer was so freaky~” He taunted, laughing at how embarrassed the other was. He continued to stroke himself off, soft pants and burps escaping him. 

Frederick started touching himself too, which Orpheus felt. He would've smiled evilly if his beak actually moved like that. “Look who is all worked up now. Tell me, do you like being a piece of meat?” 

“Nghh, nooo…!” 

“You clearly do. You like my belly don't you? You wish you could stay in there forever I bet.” 

Frederick no longer protested, just moaning and whining as he increased the speed of his rubbing. The acids were now up to his own belly, melting his thick body into a slurry. His lower legs were already mush, but he still could rub one out before his pelvis was gone too. 

“So horny for being food! You're worse than I am. How long were you waiting for me to do this? Surely you've wanted me to before. You've written about it, after all.” Frederick didn't say anything, which got another smack out of Nightmare. “Tell me.”

“Hghh…so long. Even before we started dating. Fuck!” He was a whimpering and whining mess, no longer holding onto his dignity as he let loose. “You're so big like this. I've wanted to be in your belly so bad. To be the damsel eaten by the big bad monster like you, fuck it gets me so wet!” 

“Aw, my little gut slut, huh? Don't you love stewing away inside me?” 

“Oh god, yes! Please add me to your hips! Please!!” 

At that, Nightmare came, sighing with satisfaction as thick ropes shot onto his belly. Frederick followed suit, throwing his head back and gushing all over his fingers as his pelvis started to feel numb. His hands returned to the top of his knees, trying to come back down from his high. 

“I'm so mad at you right now but fuck, this is so hot.” Frederick muttered, wriggling around a bit trying to get comfortable. The walls were tighter, and every single burp or hiccup just made it get more cramped. Orpheus chuckled, “Sorry doll. Like I said, I was so hungry for you. You're the best meal I've ever had.” He could feel the wriggling again, and decided to remove the corset keeping Frederick in place. It was a relief for both of them, but this caused Frederick to move around again. “Nnhh stop moving so much. Stay still and digest like a good piece of meat.” 

Frederick listened, squirming getting less severe. “Good boy~” Orpheus cooed, petting the bulge of Frederick’s head tenderly. He knew how that phrase followed by head pats made Frederick's heart melt. Frederick snuggled into the touch, whimpering still at the pain from the acids. 

“Tight…”

“I know dear.”

“H-hard to breathe…” 

“I know. Sorry baby, I'm trying not to burp out all your air.”

“Mm…” Frederick looked down again, seeing how much he had melted. His arms were starting to become goopy now, lower body completely soup by now. He realized how silly he looked here, completely naked aside from gloves and long melted underwear. But his mind couldn't help but wonder…

“Orpheus?” 

“Hmm?” 

“We're not in a match right now. How do we know this won't actually be the end of me?” 

“...” Fuck, Orpheus didn't think about that. His hand idly drummed on his stomach as he thought. “Your chest and up are the only thing not melted, too soft for me to let out now.” He poked down into his stomach for proof, feeling no resistance from Frederick's middle as his finger just sunk into the slurry of him. This got a gasp out of Frederick, who was numb there, but feeling your own body behind pushed into like putty was an odd sensation. “Mm, you will revive, I'll make sure of it.” 

Frederick sighed, body slumping into the pool of his own digested body a bit. “And if I don't?” 

“Well, you were probably the best boyfriend I've ever had. Certainly the tastiest.” Frederick snorted at that, hand meeting with Orpheus' through the flesh. “And I'm glad that you'll be with me forever. Think of it, us being one with each other. Even if you did revive, this will still have happened. You are part of me now~” That would've gotten Frederick wet again if he still had a cunt. “Yes, I am. Mm…you're gonna be so fat, you know that right?” 

Orpheus scoffed. “Yeah right. I'm the tallest bitch here.”

“In this form maybe. I'm taller than you as a survivor though.”

“God, don't remind me. Anyways, I ate you in this form. If anything, I'm gonna get a little pooch and nothing else.” 

Frederick rolled his eyes, which Orpheus could tell despite not being able to see him. “Keep telling yourself that. You’re gonna have more fat than me. Hell, maybe even Norton.” 

“Don't say that!” 

“I'm right though. You better hope I add to your ass more than anything else.” 

Orpheus could tell Frederick's voice was getting weaker, internally frowning at it. The bulges weren't as drum tight anymore either, his lower belly especially soft and rounding out. “How far gone are you?”

“My belly is gone, chest is starting to melt…”

“You should close your eyes.” 

“But-”

“Shhhh. Let my body take care of you.” He patted his belly again before keeping one hand near the bulge of Frederick’s head, rubbing it gently. 

“Mm, okay.” He felt so sleepy anyways, curling up more as his eyes started to fall close. “I love you, Orphy.” 

“I love you too, Frederick. Now, melt into me.”

…

Nightmare woke the next morning, stirring and sitting up in his bed. “Mmm…morning Frederick-” 

Grggllggl

He looked down at his belly, seeing that the formerly tight bulge of Frederick was nothing but a smooth and round gut now. “Hm. You really grew soft on me, huh?” He chuckled, getting out of bed and looking at the large mirror in front of him. It seems like he was right. His belly was a small swell of fat now, a noticeable change compared to his formerly lean self, but still insignificant and nowhere near the ‘so fat’ that Frederick was talking about. He turned around too, seeing that his ass looked even better than before. His ass was always nice, but now it looked perfect, dare he say. He'd have to say ‘told you so’ to Frederick later; well, later if Frederick wasn't permanent ass fat now. But, he still felt his brain nagging on him to check his other form right now. He was going to have to change into his survivor form to go to the other's room anyways, so what was the harm?

A purple smoke puffed away as his body changed back to his normal, more human form. He swatted away the mist and grabbed his monocle as his eyes adjusted to the mirror. He audibly screeched, grabbing handfuls of his middle as a mortified look plastered itself onto his face. Frederick would have the last laugh after all. He had a sizable potbelly now, the fat pillowing over in pudgy soft rolls and love handles. He squeezed the paunch, listening to how it happily gurgled from being so well fed. Rage filled him, “GRR! YOU MADE ME A PIG, YOU STUPID GUT SLUT!” He smacked his gut as if that would somehow punish Frederick, but all he was met by was a satisfied gurgle. 

Grnnblllrrgggll

He felt something coming up in his throat, letting out a loud belch as a wet piece of fabric slapped onto the floor. It was one of Frederick’s gloves that didn't fully digest, though it was riddled with holes from the acids. 

He huffed, starting to get dressed to go see if Frederick was okay. He bent down to pick up the corset he threw off the other night, only to be met with a loud RIP! He looked in the mirror behind him. He was so focused on his new gut that he didn't see how thick his thighs and ass got. The composer was right, he was bigger than him now. He hissed, looking at the rips that were now present across his pants. “Great. Just great…” He threw off the other clothes, deciding to wear his Nightmare ones instead. They were really baggy on him, but nothing a belt and some safety pins couldn't fix. He didn't bother putting the corset on right now, if it even could still fit…

His heart felt like it was beating out of his chest as he approached Frederick’s room. What if he didn't revive like they usually did in matches? What if all he had left of his boyfriend was pudge that clung to him like bags of pudding? He shook his head, turning the door open and peering inside. He sighed in relief as Frederick was snoring in bed. He closed the door behind him and joined him, putting the cover over the both of them. 

Frederick stirred slightly, “hmm?” His eyes were sleepily lidded. “Oh, hi dear. Mm, I had such an odd-” 

“It wasn't a dream.” 

Frederick’s eyes opened fully now in shock. He was silent for a few moments, before open palm smacking Orpheus on his forehead. “OW!!” 

“That's what you get for eating me. At least fucking ask next time. Christ…”

“Sorry…” 

“No the fuck you're not. But it's okay, I see I got my revenge.” He grabbed Orpheus' chub, causing the other to whimper. Fuck, it was sensitive when someone else touched it. 

“Hmph, yeah yeah…you were right. I'm a fatass now.” He was surprised when Frederick shifted, putting his head against his belly and snuggling into it. He put his ear up to it, listening to all the little noises. There were no solids left, just a thick chyme of what used to be his body. “Mm, you're so soft. Like a marshmallow…” 

“Yuck, I hate marshmallows.” 

“Shut up and take the compliment.” He gave a small kiss to his tummy, before closing his eyes again. “Still tired…gonna sleep again…” Soft snores soon came from the man again, Orpheus awkwardly stuck as a human pillow. He ran a hand through Frederick’s hair, moving the curly white locks around. Eventually, he too nodded off, both of their snores covering up the sound of remaining grumbles from his middle.