Christmas Dinner (Patreon)

Last raffle story for Cedras Corvid!

The holiday season had come again, and Erlend and Rhaco were putting the last touches on a massive Christmas feast. The burly lucario and mewtwo had spent most of Christmas Day getting everything together for them and a dozen friends, with a twenty pound turkey, a honey-glazed ham, sweet potatoes, green bean casserole, ambrosia, stuffing, cranberries, and every other Christmas dish imaginable, enough to feed fourteen people and still have room for leftovers. What Erlend didn’t know, however, is that not a single friend of theirs would make it to the meal. Rhaco did; he had gotten the cancellations weeks ago. Some couldn’t make it because they were out of town visiting family, others had made plans, some were sick, and the very last guest had to cancel because of the massive snow storm churning its way through their town. The mewtwo smiled softly to himself as he piled up cheese biscuits in a basket, setting it on the table. The meal looked delectable, and smelled just as tantalizing; and he had big plans for every last crumb.

“Alright… I think that’s everything,” Erlend sighed, rolling his broad, mountainous shoulders as he set down the last basket of dinner rolls. 

Rhaco looked over his boyfriend with a hungry look; he was a genuine slab of beef, a hunk with chiselled muscle bulging under his heavy wool sweater. His sleek fur highlighted the definition in his powerful arms and his rippling abs; he was like a marble statue, an absolute work of art. And for this Christmas, Rhaco just wanted to bury all of that beef under a cuddly blanket of blubber.

“No one’s showed up yet?” Erlend asked, snapping the mewtwo out of his reverie as he consumed the lucario’s herculean frame with his eyes. 

“Hm? Oh, no. It’s a pity, really, but what can you do?” Rhaco sighed, taking a seat near the head of the table. “Might as well get started.”

“Wait, what?” Erlend cocked his head to the side. “That’d be rude, wouldn’t it? We should wait a few more minutes…”

“Hon, they’re all nearly half an hour late.” The mewtwo tucked his own hulking arms under the table, his biceps digging into his thick middle. He wanted to hide his hands, as they glowed with his particular brand of magic. 

Erlend was about to protest, but then he frowned. His stomach was bothering him; did he eat something wrong? No, no. It was growling: he felt like he was starving. He slowly sank into his own chair, his mouth salivating as he looked over the feast spread out in front of him. “Well… we wouldn’t want the ham and turkey to get cold…”

“Right? This stuff is too good to stick into a microwave to reheat.” Rhaco grinned to himself, pouring his hulking lucario boyfriend a generous glass of wine as the lucario piled on choice cuts of ham and turkey. “Oh, don’t forget the rolls and sweet potatoes.”

“Mmph, right,” Erlend grunted as he nodded, already taking huge bites out of a succulent turkey leg roughly the size of his head. 

The mewtwo leaned back, putting a few token scraps of food on his own plate not to raise suspicion. Now, he got dinner and a show. He loved watching his lucario eat, and now, he was going to watch him absolutely gorge himself. Already, Erlend was well on his way to picking the turkey leg clean, and the space freed up on his plate was taken up by greenbean casserole and more sweet potatoes. 

It did not take long for the food to start having an effect on the musclebound lucario, as Rhaco’s magic took up more of the legwork. His sweater was already growing taut around the middle, enough that the lucario was tugging at it. The mewtwo frowned to himself, realizing he was missing the best part of the show with all that wool in the way.

“You look a little hot, sweetheart. Maybe you should take that heavy thing off.”

Erlend grunted between bites. “But our friends…”

“You can slip it back on if the doorbell rings,” Rhaco reassured him. He stood up, quickly at the lucario’s side to help wriggle him free. 

As the fabric peeled up off the lucario his swollen middle spilled free. All the rich food and Rhaco’s powers were padding up that once tight middle nicely, a layer of fat swaddling his abs and pushing out into his lap. 

Stuffing a heaping forkful of sweet potatoes into his mouth, Erlend blushed. “You sure I shouldn’t wait just a bi-ooooh…” The canine Pokémon couldn’t express anymore hesitance as his boyfriend began rubbing at his belly. No dog can really resist a tummy rub and the fingers working on his middle provided a good distraction.

“No, I’m sure it’s fine, just enjoy the meal, big guy.” Rhaco smirked as he sank his fingers into the lucario’s paunch. He could feel it thickening in his grasp, rolls beginning to form on his sides, bunching up as he crammed food down. After a few moments he returned to his seat to nibble at his own food. He wanted a better view of the show, even if it meant audience participation had to stop for the time being.

The mewtwo wasn’t left wanting for a fine display. His boyfriend’s eating wasn’t slowing down in the least, their hours of work being all but inhaled by the lucario. He smiled and poked at his own dish as he watched Erlend’s chest soften and sag, his pecs puffing out as fat accumulated on them. His cheeks rounded out while a second chin wobbled while he gorged himself, as his powerful arms looked fuller and much less defined as he picked up plate after plate. And that belly was progressing beautifully, spreading in the canine’s lap and even beginning to shove against the table. Rhaco could still hear it gurgling and growling over the raucous gluttony of his boyfriend, a sign that hunger still was running rampant. He may not have been able to see it, but he could practically picture his darling’s hips and rump spilling over the sides of the chair.

Though he wasn’t left picturing it in his mind for long. Quickly clearing off his plate, Rhaco was almost purring as he approached his increasingly blob like sweetheart. There was still some pesky muscle weighing him down, some vestiges of his workouts and muscular definition- that all had to go. His fingers tingling with magic, he began massaging Erlend’s shoulders, muscle melting into fat like butter. Digging his powerful arms into the lucario’s voluptuous lovehandles, biceps prodding his blubbery fat, Rhaco teased the lucario by nibbling at the folds of fat around his neck, all while Erlend descended further into gluttony, grabbing at the last vestiges of turkey.

“Merry Christmas, lover boy.”