Warnings: Yaoi/Slash, stuffing, WG/weight gain expansion.
Summary: Chance was an athletic young man, but when he meets a mysterious stranger that kidnaps him, the man plans on getting him very plump and ready to bear demon spawn!
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Chance Fuller was a twenty-three year old, tall, blue-green eyed, short brushed up blonde haired young man. He was athletic and strong, with good, strong muscle definition. He ate well and exercised weekly. Every other day he went to the gym, workout for two hours, then hit the showers to freshen back up before he sat at the gym's bar to enjoy a fruit smoothie after a long workout.
His routine was predictable and the people at the gym knew him by his first name. He was enjoying how his life was going, even after the loss of a close friend. He kept that friend's dog tags around his neck at all times to remember and honor him.
Today was no different than any other, and after a two hour workout and a shower, he sat at the bar and the bartender got him his usual smoothie. Chance was enjoying it when he seen a new face sit next to him. The stranger was every bit of the phrase, tall, dark, and mysterious. And handsome, but he had a dark aura about him that made Chance a little wary.
Especially since he'd never seen the man before, not in the gym or even around town. And he'd certainly have remembered such a face, and there had never been a man that looked like this one that the blonde could recall ever seeing. The man had silver hair which had been slicked back, (Which was odd since he looked to only be in his early 30's at most) intense looking red eyes -another odd trait-, and a slight, even tan across his skin.
The bartender on the other hand seemed to know or at least recognize him, because they exchanged familiar looks. Chance still didn't think he could trust the guy, and turned away to finish his smoothie before getting up and paying. "Later Chance." The bartender waved and handed the stranger a drink of his own as Chance left.
Chance didn't own a car, but he was saving up to buy a motorcycle he'd had his eye on for a year now. So he started his walk home and decided to make a quick stop at the store to pick up a few things for dinner. However he must have been hungry because just a couple things turned into several bags full, and he snorted to himself as he walked home with bags in hand.
He tried avoiding going shopping when hungry, but the hunger came over him so suddenly and unexplainably while he had been walking to the store. And dinner was looking more and more delicious the longer he thought of it. His stomach gave a loud, almost painful growl and he huffed as he shifted the bags in his hands.
When he got home, he immediately went to the kitchen and didn't even bother with putting everything away before he started cooking.
Chance wasn't bad at cooking, and soon enough his kitchen was filled with the aromas of food being cooked. The smell of food cooking filled his entire house as he went through his kitchen like he was a man on a mission. He didn't even seem to notice that he was cooking just about everything he had up for no reason other than his stomach was angry and demanding food.
In fact he was so absorbed in trying to get enough food cooked to satisfy his sudden insatiable appetite, he failed to notice the stranger from the gym's bar watching casually from the window; his red eyes full of amusement.
After an hour of cooking, everything that could be cooked was made and the table was practically overflowing with plates of food. Chance had been eating on things in between cooking without even realizing it. And as soon as he sat down, he began eating everything in front of himself. He was absolutely starving by now, the few little snacks he had between cooking having done nothing to satisfy his hunger pains.
The food seemed to taste even better than he remembered his own cooking to taste. He moaned with satisfaction at the taste while he chewed on his food. He was taking large bites, tasting it for only a few seconds before he swallowed and took another. But it was so delicious and his stomach was demanding to be fed so he didn't slow down.
