Jock to Nerd, a Dave/Sollux WG RP

(A section of a roleplay between myself and chub-game-so-strong on tumblr. I did Sollux's parts, they did Dave's)

==Chapter 1, Joining the Crew==
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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.

==Chapter 2, Revalations and Giving In==
Within a week he'd had to resort to wearing sweats to school. None of his jeans fit, and even his bulky hoodie couldn't hide the fact he was gaining weight. He'd started hearing whispers and snickers in the hallway, always turning his face cherry red as he tried to shrink in on himself, to no avail. He was too tall and too wide to ever go unnoticed.

Sollux didn't like seeing his friend so down in the dumps. "Never seen you this down before." he said, sitting next to Dave at lunch.

"Down?" he responded as casually as he could, but his round, pink cheeks betrayed him. "Why would I be down? Just got kicked off the team and I'm blowing up like a fuckin' balloon, but yeah, no. I'm hunky dory."

It was his own fault. He knew that. Moping around and eating his feelings was only gonna make it worse, but yet there he was. Food was good and he was weak. And officially on the chubby side. Even his sweats felt snug, and that thought made him squirm awkwardly in his seat, the bench creaking under his weight.

“You know, you were always so confident. That’s what made you cool, not throwing a ball around.” Sollux explained. A few of Dave’s old teammates lurked around, occasionally glancing over.

Dave avoided the gaze of his old friends, face burning as he shielded his face with one hand. "Yeah, sure," he said with a note of disbelief. "Pretty hard to be confident when people're looking at you like zoo animal." He sighed, picking at his food. "I'll be fine. It's just... different. And weird."

If he was honest, deep down he didn't think it was a bad different. He'd spent a few guilty moments in front of the mirror in his room, kneading and shaking his thick belly with a morbid curiosity, and honestly... he couldn't help but think it was kind of... hot. It was a strange divide, the way he felt at home versus at school with everyone's eyes on him.

“A zoo animal huh?” Sollux asked. “Then show them you’re still a lion!”

The nearest of Dave’s friends, Jake, nodded and approached. “Yeah Dave. Just cuz you can’t be on the team doesn’t mean we don’t think you’re cool. I didn’t judge you when you started packing it on and I’m not gonna start now.”

As much as the phrase "packing it on" made Dave flinch a bit, he appreciated the sentiment. Was it really all in his own head? He supposed there would always be assholes no matter what he looked like. "... For real?" he asked a little hesitantly.

He thought again to how he'd taken such a guilty pleasure in how soft his new shape felt. Why did it have to be guilty, anyway?

Sollux and Jake nodded, the latter patting Dave on the shoulder.

Dave's smile was a little timid, his hand dipping thoughtfully into the pudgy around his waist. "If I'm honest," he began with a bit of hesitation, "it's doesn't feel awful." That was all he'd say on the matter, and he just hoped the way his cheeks flushed and the way his hands lingered against the flabby rolls didn't give him away. "Kind of a pain in the ass that nothing fits... my ass," he managed to laugh.

Jake laughed. “And what an ass it is! Sol, don’t you agree, chap?”

Sollux blushed and nodded. “It DOES look fine as hell!” he commented. “Tell ya what, how bout I take you clothes shopping?”

Dave had just expected them to laugh at his joke, but the response he got in stead made him blink widely behind his shades. Wait. They were... serious? Red bloomed in his cheeks as he smiled and rubbed the back of his neck. Still, it made his heart kick a little in his chest, feeling a little more confident. "That would actually be really rad. I feel like a total slob just wearing sweats all the time. Besides..." He trailed off. Was he really gonna go there? "... They're starting to get small too."

Yeah. He went there. Nothin' wrong with testing the waters.

“Well I gotta go. See you soon!” With that Jake went back to his table.

The next day, Sollux met Dave at the mall, dressed in his usual tight black shirt and shorts that showed off his own modest rear.

Dave waved to Sollux before joining him, his hands slipping in the pockets of his hoodie. He really hadn't been kidding yesterday: the way his sweats stretched around his rear end should've been outlawed, the waistband digging underneath his muffin top. "So yeah, lead the way I guess," he urged, hesitating as he shifted his weight on his feet before continuing. "Then maybe we can hit the food court. I'm starving."

Yeah. Clearly he was wasting away, he thought sarcastically with a giddy little flutter in his stomach.

Sollux chuckled and patted his own belly. “Same here, but let’s get shopping!”

They made their way to the clothing store, where both boys immediately started browsing for jeans that had a prayer of containing Dave’s assets. “What size are your sweats?” Sollux queried.

Dave hesitated, almost not wanting to answer. "XL," he finally said as he rummaged through different stacks of jeans. "I never even thought I'd ever wear them, let alone outgrow them. But y'know. Here we are." He swallowed, glancing over at Sollux briefly. Was he flirting right now? Could this even be called flirting? He couldn't deny the little tingle he felt in his stomach just talking about how fat he'd gotten, and in just a couple of months.

“Might wanna get a couple you can grow into too.” Sollux didn’t even try to hide how he was openly staring at Dave’s rotundity. It truly was a sight to behold.

Dave's cheeks bloomed red, pausing and letting his mouth hang open for a second or two. Damn why the fuck did that turn him on. "Good... good idea," he stuttered clumsily, clearing his throat. "As this rate who knows how huge I'll get." This was officially past playful banter. Now with a few pairs of jeans in his arms, he nodded towards the dressing room. "Gonna go try these on."

Sollux nodded, plopping down in a chair nearby and fanning his face. Dave getting bigger had immediately put Sollux’s imagination to work. Subtly he crossed his legs and shook the rather hot images away.

After a moment of waiting, Sollux had pulled out his phone and was fiddling with it when the dressing room door finally opened.

They were too small. Dave walked out with a quick look around to make sure only Sollux was there. He'd buttoned the jeans, but it was clear the fit was poor at best. Now without his hoodie, it was clear he'd need new shirts too, judging by the way any fidget or squirm made the fabric ride up over his wobbling belly. "I thought for sure these would be big enough," he fumbled out, visibly flustered, if not a bit aroused. "They're like... double my old size."

Sollux flushed at the sight. “Wow. Um, okay. Be right back.” He darted away, returning quickly with a pair of 3XLs and 4XLs. “Try these?”

Dave took them, but hesitated before ducking back inside the changing room. "This is kind of ridiculous," he mumbled out, an undeniable purr in his throat as he pinched the bulge of his love handle that spilled out over the waistband of his pants. He met Sollux's eyes over the rims of his shades, swallowing thickly before slipping back inside to change.

Sollux crossed his legs tighter, squeaking slightly at the sight of Dave’s retreat. He hated to see him go but loved to watch him leave.

On his phone, Sollux’s party of nerds were playfully teasing him over his crush. One quick snap involving an acidic ancient copper dragon put an end to that. “Fine yes, I admit it!” Sollux told them. “I have a crush on Dave. But lbr, the whole damn school did!”

Dave came back in the new set of jeans, trying the 3XL first. The button wasn't nearly so strained, but it still wasn't the most comfortable thing ever. He paused for a second when he saw the angry flush on Sollux's face as he glared at his phone. "Everything okay?" Now he'd discarded his shirt altogether, for no other reason than to see Sollux's reaction. His hips and belly were accented with pretty little stretch marks, a set of perky breasts having replaced the firm pecs he'd once sported.

Sollux’s face turned bright cherry red as his jaw dropped. “Do you have any idea how hot you look right now?” He blurted before clapping his hands over his traitorous lips. “I’m so sorry.”

Okay well. That happened. Dave flushed hotly, his hands fiddling together and squishing into his belly. He’d had his suspicions, but fuck, that was direct. "Sorry?" he managed to grin softly, giving a trepidatious glance around before gripping the lowest fold of his belly. "What for?" He gave the flab a little shake, the flush in his cheeks spreading down his neck at the sensation.

Sollux slowly lowered his hands, as his brain processed the fact that Dave wasn’t offended. “I... thought you only liked girls...” he admitted. “I’ve had the hugest puppy crush on you for a while now...” Sollux subconsciously played with his gut, rubbing at it.

"I just like hot people," Dave countered suggestively, his meaning clear. "Boys, girls, doesn't matter to me..." He watched Sollux's roaming hands wantingly. How far would he take this...? And in public no less?

“You just looked so hot and then I made you fat and you only got hotter...” Sollux rambled, tears visible once his glasses fell off from rubbing at his blue and red eyes. “I got you kicked off the team and...”

Wait. What? Dave blinked and swallowed. Sollux had...? He'd planned this? Part of him knew he should've been upset, but really, he couldn't help but find it hot. Then he realized Sollux was the one who was upset.

Fuck. Shit. Don't cry. "I got myself kicked off," he insisted. "It's not your fault that I stuffed my face and skipped practices. Besides," he added, stepping closer until Sollux's face was just an inch or so from his fat belly. "This is way better than football."

Without warning, Sollux wrapped his arms around Dave’s body, pressing his face into the soft gut, still muttering his apology.

Dave all but melted as the way his belly molded under Sollux, shivering a little and sighing. "Don't be sorry," he mumbled dreamily, half forgetting where they were. Making sure nobody was in their line of sight, he squished his belly around Sollux's face with his hands and wobbled it tantalizingly in his grip. "You wanna help me change real quick?" he invited, subtlety flying out the window.

Sollux blushed again and leaned back, looking Dave in the eyes before nodding as he wiped his tears away. Sollux suddenly realized that this was the first time Dave had actually seen his eyes and quickly made to return his tinted glasses back to their place.

Dave stopped him before he could, looking awestruck. "Dude," he mumbled, "you should serve hard time for hidin' those pretty eyes." As if the even the score, hesitant as he was, he slipped his own shades off as well. "C'mon," he urged, tugging Sollux up and tugging him into the changing stall.

Sollux trailed behind, already hypnotized by Dave’s volcano red peepers. “You’re the one with pretty eyes,” he mumbled, locking the stall behind him.

Dave gave a little tug that forced Sollux to fall against his plump form. They were almost the same size now, he realized, but to his surprise he was the one who was just slightly bigger. The way their plush bodies melted together made him sigh a little. "I think I liked those 2XLs," he said pointedly. "And I know you did~."

Sollux flushed to his collar bone. “H-hell yeah I did!” He grinned. “You sure you want our first time to be in a dressing room at the mall?”

Dave swallowed heavily, his cheeks flushing darkly. "I just wanted some privacy," he assured him, guiding his hands to hold the full overhang of his belly. "I-... I mean. You know. I don't want someone to see us but... god I need you to touch me."

That familiar smirk appeared on Sollux’s face as he ran his his hands over Dave’s soft belly, feeling the weight of it before dipping toward Dave’s fly and squeezing a finger between flesh and denim.

“These are so very tight.” Sollux crooned. “Can hardly wait to peel these off...”

Dave breathed a soft, keening little moan as he felt Sollux's roaming hands. Every little touch and tease made his skin tingled and burn for more. "They'll only get tighter," he groaned back, fully admitting that conscious desire to get fatter and fatter out loud. Until then he'd kept it buried, but he couldn't help it any longer.

Sollux teasingly rubbed at Dave’s poor trapped hard-on. “You be the fattest and coolest guy around,” he cooed.

"Speaking of which," he panted softly, his thighs squeezing together around Sollux's hand, "I'm starving." Though it was kind of a struggle to change, the two of them taking up most of the stall's space. He needed a moment to fan his burning face and catch his breath before exiting and going to purchase the bigger jeans. As well as a pair of the 2XL for fun.

As they reached the register, Sollux stopped him. "No, no, my treat, remember?" he said. "Besides, you needed to get some shirts too. You can pay me back later~" Sollux added with a flirty wink before popping his glasses back on.

Dave's face had yet to face back to its natural color, still pinkish from their activities in the dressing room. He was in no position to argue, and all he could think about was filling himself up with food. They finished their purchase and left for the food court. Everything looked so good, and just the thought of how fattening any of the options would be made his mouth go dry.

"Pick out whatever you want, my dude," Sollux urged. "I can hear your tummy growling from here!"

Did he dare? "I want... all of it," he groaned guiltily, twiddling his fingers a little. "I just don't know where to start." There was a burger place, a taco restaurant, Chinese food... it all looked and smelled so good. He decided to start with a couple of burgers, the cashier giving him a sideways glance after he'd finished his admittedly gluttonous order. When the two found a table to sit at, the way his chair creaked under his wide ass made him shudder.

Sollux calmly paid for every bite before helping Dave carry his food to a table. "You sure you can eat all this? Gonna be murder on your waistline..." he commented teasingly.

Dave made a little squirm in his seat as he picked up a burger and started to unwrap it. "Here's hoping," he said simply as he took a bite and savored the taste.

Sollux slowly ate his own much smaller burger, his eyes mostly on Dave. It was getting harder and harder to believe that not too long ago he had been a star on Skaia High's football team. While Sollux still felt sorry for his part in ending that chapter in Dave's life, the ex-jock certainly seemed to enjoy this new chapter just as much! "So, Dave... you enjoying our DnD sessions so far?" Sollux asked.

Dave nodded, his mouth still full. Once he's swallowed he gave a proper response. "Yeah, the campaign's gotten really interesting." He didn't give himself the chance to elaborate as he bit into his burger again. In minutes it had disappeared, and he started digging into the next one.

Sollux chuckled. "Remember when you first joined in?" he asked, sucking on his soda. "You were so lost! Just like I was when I first started playing."

Dave chuckled a little bit, make his cute, chubby cheeks bunch. "Lost is an understatement." His second burger was gone soon enough too, and he dug into his large order of fries. He wasn't even close to being full. "A lot's changed since then."

Another understatement.

"Yup. Another thing we have in common? We've both put on a little weight since then!" Sollux laughed, patting his belly.

Dave flushed as he watched Sollux's belly jiggle a bit. He wouldn't even have noticed if he hadn't said so, but now he couldn't look away. "And somehow I'm still the bigger of the two of us," he laughed softly, somewhere between horny and humored. "I really have packed it on, haven't I~?"

"I'm still surprised at that," Sollux admitted. "Prolly cuz you're still working with that football appetite there."

Dave nodded in agreement. He'd had to take in a lot of calories as an athlete, only to burn them off, but now when he binged it all turned into a higher number on the scale. "It got out of hand pretty quick, huh?"

"Just a bit..." Sollux smiled and nodded back. "Keep eaten' like this and you'll be twice as big in no time!"

He swallowed thickly at the thought, disappointed to find all his food had been devoured already. He was still hungry too...

"Still hungry, piggy?" Sollux asked. "Don't get up, I'll be right back..." Sollux clambered to his feet and wandered over to the counters to make another order, giving his rear, packed as it was into his tight shorts, a quick shake for Dave's entertainment.

The little petname made Dave's face bloom pink as he tried to stutter out a response. Before he could Sollux was already leaving, making him swallow thickly as he watched his ass wobble tauntingly.

Sollux soon made his way back with another tray piled high with food. "Here ya go, piggy! Enjoy; it's all for you!"

Dave didn't need to be told twice, swallowing thickly as he started to eat his fill. About halfway through the mound he had to lean back in his seat and take a breather, rubbing his full belly softly. The bottom roll of his belly had started to lift his shirt up, and he tried in vain to pull it back down.

"You can't be full yet!" Sollux chided, moving to sit next to Dave and helping rub. "You still got all this left! Tell ya what, you finish this burger," he held it up as he spoke, "And I'll eat the rest, deal?"

Dave nodded, agreeing to those terms for admittedly selfish reasons. It didn't seem fair for him to get fattened up and Sollux get off scot free.

Not that Sollux had any complaints about this. He liked being fat and was proud of his gut. "Sides, I'm not full yet myself. And since you're not gonna eat all this..."

By the time they were ready to leave, they couldn't do so fast enough. They headed to Sollux's place, the 2XL pair of jeans heavy on his mind as he rubbed his swollen belly.

==Chapter 3, Quality Time==
They made their way to Sollux's rather nice house where they spent most of their DnD nights. Normally, everyone would congregate in the basement for that, but this time, Sollux led the way upstairs and past the closed door marked "Mituna", where a steady beat of music could be heard.

"He won't hear us, will he?" Dave asked, not even bothering to hide the obvious. He'd been hard for a while and he craved Sollux's touch and his body. "I've... never exactly been the quiet type," he admitted warningly.

"Well, I'm way over at the other end of the hall," Sollux replied, pointing over at the door to his room marked with his name and a bunch of zero and one stickers. "Chances are he won't. Especially not with his music that loud."

Sollux opened his door and went inside, gesturing for Dave to come in with a wide sweep of his arm. "Welcome to my sanctum sanctorum!" he said theatrically. The room was large and fairly neat, with an expensive-looking computer decked out in red black and blue sitting on the desk, a keyboard in front, various sci-fi movie posters on the walls, and shelves filled with figurines and books. The bed was neatly made, with a honeycomb-patterned blanket, and an adorable large plush bee on the pillows.

Dave stepped inside Sollux's room, stifling a chuckle at the decor. "You're such a dork," he told the other affectionately, letting his hands melt into the other's chubby sides, hesitating only a brief, nervous moment before offering a tender kiss on the lips.

Sollux melted slightly. “Yeah but I’m your dork.”

Dave bit his lip softly, his heart thrumming and his hands fumbling nervously with the hem of his shirt. Maybe it was the intimate setting, maybe it was hormones, but he suddenly felt clumsy, giddy and fearful all at the same time.

Sollux gently took Dave’s hand and leaned forward. “Wanna know a secret?” he asked, removing his shades. “This is actually my first time doing... y’know.”

Dave blinked behind his shades, his mouth feeling dry. "Mine too," he mumbled softly, clearing his throat. "We'll just... I mean. Yeah. We can take it slow."

“Slow it is then,” Sollux agreed, before turning to his nightstand and opening the door. “But safety first!” he added, pulling out a box of condoms and lube. “Dad’ll drilled safe sex into me,” Sollux said in explanation.

Dave nodded his head in agreement. "Right. G-good idea." He started to struggle with his shirt, small around his fat, bulky frame. Every little squirm or jerk to get it off made his whole form shake and wobble, and by the time he'd managed to fumble the thing off he was red from his cheeks all the way down his neck.

“Bet you’re glad to have that off huh?” Sollux commented.

Dave nodded with a little huff, letting his shirt drop and playing idly, maybe nervously with his belly. "You're move, DM," he chuckled uncertainly.

Sollux grinned and slowly squirmed out of his own tight shirt. His pale-skinned belly pooled out into a muffin top over his waistband. “Roll for initiative, handsome,” he replied.

Dave smirked, stepping forward and placing his hands on Sollux's hips, relishing how his hands dipped into the supple skin. He leaned down to nuzzle into and gently kiss the other's neck, the closeness making their bellies squash together.

Sollux moaned, his hands ghosting around Dave’s waistband before blindly undoing the button.

Dave's thighs squirmed together in excitement, moaning softly against Sollux's neck as he found the other's button under his squishy muffin top.

Sollux squirmed as Dave pressed against him. “Fuuck...” He slowly shimmied out of his now-confining shorts, before pushing down at Dave’s pants.

Dave stifled a groan as Sollux worked at his pants, even the slightest shift making his hard-on ache with need. "Fuck, Sollux," he breathed, "c-can you...?" He hesitated, wondering what his reaction would be to his albeit strange request. "Fuck, will you... tease me? Like- you know-..." He stuttered, unsure of how to word it all. "Just talk to me about how fat I am," he finally blurted out, his cheeks reddening.

“You big ol’ piggy boy,” Sollux said in reply. “Lookit you, all huge and soft and flabby.” He poked at Dave’s gut as he spoke. “Used to be a fit footballer and now look.” Sollux gave him a jiggle. “Fatter than me and such little time too!”

Dave immediately melted, his knees actually knocking together a bit. His erection gave a stiff little twitch, a little keen of arousal squeezing its way out of his throat. "Oh fuck," he breathed, tugging Sollux backwards until they fell onto the bed. The way it groaned painfully under their combined weight made him shudder. "J-just like that..."

“Careful now piglet,” he teased, his dick tenting in his boxers. “Any bigger and you’ll break that bed to bits!” He kissed Dave on the neck, sucking slightly.

"Nnng," Dave moaned needily, his hips raising a little in an attempt for friction. He didn't know what was hotter, those taunting words or the delightful sensation against his neck. "F-fuck, Sollux," he sighed shakily, his hands gripping Sollux's rear to guide his hips. "K-keep saying things with your stupid sexy mouth... christ..."

“Begging?” Sollux’s grin stretched wider. “All that willpower and now you’re just a big... blob... of putty!” He bucked slightly into Dave’s belly.

Dave whimpered softly, wetting his lips and gazing at Sollux with hooded eyes. By now his shades were skewed on his beet-red face, eyes dilated and mouth all but watering. "Fuck," he gasped, bucking back and relishing how every thrust made his belly ripple and shake like jell-o. "J-Jesus fuck I got fat," he moaned delightedly.

With a swift hand, Sollux wrapped a condom around each of their groins, not stopping his taunting. “Yes you did. Hard to believe you the team star. You look like you’ve barely exercised a day in your life!”

Dave couldn't resist. He moved a hand to softly pleasure his covered dick, panting with light exertion. "Went from a-" he gasped for breath, his words broken up by pleasured mewls. "-a football star to a big fat doughboy..." He was more than double his original weight, and that thought alone made him groan again.

“That jersey of yours wouldn’t even come close to covering all this!” Sollux jeered, giving Dave’s belly a pat as he thrust once more.

Just the thought of his tiny jersey made a jolt of pleasure hit him, watching as his tummy jiggled under Sollux's touches. "Hard to believe I was so skinny," he purred in agreement.

“You were skinny?” Sollux asked jokingly. “Nah you weren’t skinny! There was always this big pig inside you begging to come out.”

Dave was massaging himself desperately by that point, biting down on his lip to muffle his pleasured noises. "K-keep going," he pleaded, not specifying whether he meant the teasing words or rocking motions. "I'm- fffuck, I-I'm close!"

Sollux leaned forward so his lips were at Dave’s ear. “Just a big ol’ fatty, Dave,” he whispered. “That’s all you’ll ever be, and you LOVE it, and you know it.”

Dave groaned softly at that, the pleasure he felt beginning to build to a peak. In mere seconds he'd come, his whole body wobbling meekly as he was wracked with ecstasy.

Sollux shivered as he came in turn before collapsing on to of Dave. “You are...” he panted blissfully, “so damn beautiful... you know that?”

Dave's heart fluttered a little when Sollux said that, his arms wrapping around his... boyfriend? "That's my line," he chuckled softly, kissing his lips.

“Sollux kissed back, his nose bumping into Dave’s. “How about my handsome boyfriend?”

Dave just smiled widely at that, his hands smoothing over Sollux's back. "Damn," he began sweetly, "it's like you're readin' my mind."

Sollux purred at that, snuggling as close as their bellies would allow.

==Chapter 4, A Day in the Fat Life==
Over the next few weeks, Sollux and Dave's relationship grew stronger. Sollux had taken to wearing Dave's letterman, which didn't have much of a prayer of covering his belly, over his usual nerdy shirts around the school, much like that stereotype of a cheerleader dating the quarterback. He wasn't shy about initiating kisses, standing on his toes to peck Dave on the lips every morning before class.

Their bond with each other wasn't the only thing to grow either. Sollux had put on a good fifty pounds since their first time, bringing him to just above Dave's old playing weight.

Dave no longer carried his weight with shame or even shyness. Sure there were still those who looked at him funny or gawked and laughed, but by then he didn't care. Not when he was in a happy relationship and enjoyed his hobbies. (And that didn't just mean DnD.) He'd put on more weight still, a tall, looming figure in the hallway. No, he wasn't the star of the football team anymore, but the people who mattered didn't care.

Sollux had taken to buying several rather large geeky or nerdy referencing tees to fill Dave's closet. Not that Dave wore them some of the time, instead choosing to wear Sollux’s, which revealed a generous slice of his gut, such as the Star Wars one he had on today.

That day at lunch, Dave and Sollux were invited to sit with his old football crew. Dave obliged with only the slightest hint of hesitation. Most of his old sports friends were cool with his heavy gain, some even admitting they thought he looked pretty good (hot) this way. A few weren't so chill about it, but he decided in an instant that they could suck it. "Hey, sup guys?" he greeted as he took a seat, taking up a decent amount of space.

“Dave, Sollux!” Jake greeting, a big smile on his face. “Looking good, chaps!”

"You know it," Dave replied boldly as he made himself comfortable and began digging into his lunch. "How's it been?"

“Doin’ good,” another team member answered. “The guy Coach replaced you with is okay... but let’s be real, you were the best.” The team nodded in agreement.

Dave shrugged his wide shoulders, finishing off his mouthful before answering. "Yeah, but you know. It's just not me anymore." He could only hope they'd just accept that.

"We know bro, we know." The teammate patted Dave on the shoulder. "Looks like you've been eating well!" he added, lightly poking at Dave's soft bicep. "Sol, what on earth have you been feeding him?"

"In a word?" Sollux replied, leaning on Dave as he took a bite of his own lunch. "Whatever he wants, whenever he wants! It just happens to be a whole lot!"

Dave managed a little laugh, shrugging off the touch playfully. As long as it was all in good fun they could say what he wanted. Dave's only response to Sollux's explanation was a big bite of his lunch, as if to prove his point.

The group joked around for the rest of lunch hour, Dave leaving to go get a refill once. When the bell rang, they all bid farewell and headed back to class. Sollux held Dave's pudgy hand all the way to class. "You sure you wanna sit in one of those tiny little desks, babe?" Sollux asked, a worried expression on his face. "You remember what happened last week."

"I don't have another option, do I?" Dave asked indifferently. How could he have forgotten? He'd gotten good and stuck, his ass alone about twice the width of the seat itself. And those stupid attached table tops... they pressed into his protruding belly with a vice grip, his muffin top making it hard to take notes or do anything that required desk space, really.

Sollux kissed Dave on the cheek before they entered the room.

Surprisingly, in Dave's usual spot, there was a larger desk and a bench for him to sit on. Sollux cocked his head, before looking over at John, who smiled and nodded.

Dave nodded his thanks before taking his seat in the new desk. It was definitely more comfortable, that was for sure. The tabletop didn't dig into his big belly quite so tightly, and the seat was much wider. Plus, he thought with relief, this one didn't feel ready to collapse under his weight.

John nodded back, before passing Dave a note that read “I need to talk to you after class.”

Sollux, sitting on Dave’s other side, quirked an eyebrow as he looked the note over.

Dave shrugged to Sollux, unsure himself what it was John wanted. He folded the note up and stuck it in his pocket until after class was over. Then he met John in the hallway.

John rubbed the back of his head. “Okay, this is awkward to say but... my dad wants your permission to date yours.” He said bluntly.

Sollux blinked twice, dumbfounded. “John could you... repeat that?” he asked.

John huffed and rolled his eyes. “My dad. Dave’s dad. Dating.”

Dave was quiet for a minute, dumbfounded. When had that happened? "My permission?" he asked with a hint of an amused smile. "What does he need my permission for?"

“I think it’s sorta like asking a girl’s dad for permission to date her or something?” John answered with a shrug.

Dave shrugged again. "I mean, yeah., sure. As long as I don't have to hear them goin' at it at three in the morning," he joked wryly, fitting his hands into his pockets. "Far be it from me to get in the way of two middle-aged men finding romance in the twilight of their lives."

"Agreed," Dave snorted casually. "So. Yeah. Tell him I said it's chill, I guess."

“Can do my man!” John grinned his overbite grin and patted Dave’s shoulder before heading off to his next class.

“Well that was weird.” Sollux stated bluntly.

"Weird's an understatement," Dave agreed, but still he shrugged his large shoulders in indifference. "But you know, whatever. If two old male paternal figures wanna get it on who am I to say they can't?"

“Fair enough,” Sollux admitted. “You wanna go see that new Star Wars movie after school?” he asked, in an attempt to change the subject.

==Chapter 5, (incomplete)==
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"Is that even a question?" Dave asked, raising a brow playfully. Honestly he'd see any movie for that theater popcorn and a box of those cookie dough candies.

“It’s a date then!” Sollux smiled and kissed Dave’s cheek before walking off to his next class.

He could feel the envious stares of most the school’s female student body, due to how he of all people had essentially snatched Dave from their clutches (even if the Dave they wanted had dissolved into a rather rotund young man).

Dave accepted the kiss happily before making his way to his own class. Of course he'd noticed the jealous stares, but he paid them little mind. If anything, it just boosted his previously damaged ego, bit by bit. Yeah, he was fat, and he was still the hottest guy in school.

He and Sollux met after school to head to the movie theater. Dave could already taste those buttery morsels crunching in his mouth. If he was honest, it wasn't even the movie itself he was excited for.

Sollux held Dave’s hand as he paid for the tickets. Frankly, he was more happy to simply spend time with his boyfriend than he was to see the movie.

“Two large popcorns and cokes, one thing of skittles and cookie dough candy please,” he recited to the concession stand clerk.

Dave flushed softly and nodded, giving Sollux's hand a squeeze as they exited the movie theater. As promised they stopped for ice cream with no small amount of flirting in the meantime. Then they headed for Dave's house.

Nowhere near the size of Sollux’s own home, it wasn’t that far between the theater and the school. Sollux looked around at the place.

Dave lead the way to his bedroom, perhaps a little to eager to find some privacy. He was sure Bro and Dirk weren't home, but he still didn't want to risk it.

Sollux trailed behind. “Your place looks nice!” he commented aloud, as he peeked into Dirk’s room. Scattered around messily was a pile of robotic chunks. “Dirk likes his robots, huh?” Sollux stated, interested.

Dave nodded with a little roll of his eyes. "They get scattered all over the house too, but whatever."

Sollux followed Dave into his room. It was about what he had expected, a couple high school football trophies on the shelves, a poster or two showing teams Sollux didn’t know or much care to know. But the grand majority of the room was a tribute to Dave’s growing nerdiness. Dungeons and Dragons figurines were clustered around the neglected trophies, movie posters were beginning to cover up sports ones.

Dave gestured around. "Welp, breathe it in. This is the monster you created," he joked simply, nudging Sollux's shoulder gently. "But anyway..." His hand slipped around Sollux's waist and gave his love handle a little squeeze. "What did you have in mind, sport?"

“EEP!” Sollux squeaked at the squeeze. “Well remember what I did to you last time?” he asked, sitting on Dave’s unmade bed and pulling his glasses off. “How bout you do that to me?”

Dave smirked a little, coming close to loom over Sollux and lean in close. "Sure I won't squash you?" he teased, raising his eyebrow up just slightly. "Or is that what you're hoping for?"

Sollux bit his lip and blushed. “You threatening me with a good time, big guy?”

Dave leaned forward more until Sollux was forced onto his back, Dave's huge belly squashing and molding around his form. "Maybe," he chuckled lowly, rolling his hips forward a little.

Sollux whimpered under the pressure, feeling his dick twitch. “Can I... get outta my pants?”

"I dunno," Dave teased, "can you?" He grinded into him once more before letting up and relieving himself of his clothes, giving Sollux the chance to do the same.

Sollux quickly stripped down nude and laid back down, his head on Dave’s pillow.

Dave laid back down on Sollux, shivering in delight at the feeling of direct skin contact. He started rocking his hips, letting his hands roam over Sollux's chest and the soft padding of his belly.

“Not gonna tease me?” Sollux asked, hands on Dave’s shoulders. “Or are you just a big ol softie?”

(TBC)