The Golden Ratio - Chapter 5

The Golden Ratio - Chapter 5

(The following story contains male weight gain, food play, BDSM, kidnap, encouragement, and feeder/feedee scenarios. If that's not for you, then go to church or something vanilla dude.

This takes place during and after the events of the One-Piece film GOLD. For a better experience see the film on your local streaming service.

This story is written in collaboration with @bee-wg)

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Tesoro

My collection has added a new member to its roaster, a fat pig that's in denial of being a fat pig. It's so entertaining to see someone capable of stuffing themselves for hours on the most decadent of foods just to react as if nothing happened.

And while my enjoyment of Roronoa's obliviousness has been good, It’s time to see his reaction to facing the facts. Of course, there is no reason to mess with his learning so far, so I made sure he had enough incentives to reinforce those ideas.

I used my abilities to amplify his appetite through the first few weeks of his time here, but with the increasing size of meals, his stomach has grown used to the massive portions. Now and then I had to help him, and by this point, his body was craving food constantly without my help.

Getting him used to overeating is just a part of the puzzle, of course, what he ate was also a big reason why he got to this point. There are ingredients in this world with high concentrations or chemicals that the human body can absorb even after cooking them thoroughly. From the meat of the Galula bird, which stores fat rapidly from the low meals it gets as a way of survival, to the syrup of the Alubarna cactus, which stores incredible amounts of liquids from a few drops of water per year. They all produce side effects on the body after being consumed in the right amounts.

Unbeknown to Roronoa, he has been eating these types of ingredients for a while now, and by the marks on the back of his pants, I can tell the cactus syrup is doing its job of making his ass self-lubricate.

The other chemicals in the food will show signs of helping him in due time. For now, I just need him to continue indulging in the food.

As I enter the Greenhouse, I hear slurps, groans, and moans in the distance. Oh, this is going to be good. I stroll through the zoo, hearing him make a pig of himself and basking in the pleasure of a full stomach. Edging on, with my toy inside him, desperately trying to cum without avail, using that energy to fill himself even more.

When I finally got to his cage, I was surprised. He’s hunching over the trough, eating like his life depends on it, but most outstanding of all, I found him just as he is cumming against the trough’s front. Has this idiot found out how to cum from a full stomach before even touching his dick?

I laugh at his display, then he hears me, and his head turns towards me. His eyes are wide open, all the color of his face flushed away to suddenly re-emerge all red with embarrassment.

“Ready to admit you are nothing but a pig?”

He gets away from the trough, pulls his pants back up, and replies, “I'm not a pig!”

He looks at me defiantly once he is fully clothed and back on his feet.

“There is the trough. I told you I couldn't eat the whole thing, even if I wanted to,” Roronoa said.

I glance at the trough. It’s almost empty, but food is still there.

“You were so close to finishing it, though,” I say mockingly.

“It doesn't matter. As long as there is food on the trough, I prove my point,” he said with a smile.

“You were right,” I replied.

His smug grin grows, but it goes away as soon as I say, “Then you won't mind coming back to my office as a wall trophy, won't you?”

He stays quiet, looking at me evaluating his options.

“No more troughs of food since you don't need it. After all, you are a determined and disciplined pirate hunter.”

“Don't pretend like I have a choice on the matter. You will only do whatever you want,”

He looked straight into my eyes and added, “But if I had to choose, of course, I wouldn't want to go into that wall,”

With a chuckle, I replied, “Then don't worry Roronoa, I will keep you here,”

He looked surprised, and I continued “Since you proved me wrong, see this as a price. I will let you stay here as you want, but mark my word. The longer you stay here, the more you will turn into a pig,”

“Tell yourself that if you want, but I already proved my point,”

He turns to the bed on the other end of the cage. While he walked there, I noticed a large dark spot marked on the back of his pants. The Alubarna cactus syrup was affecting him more than I had anticipated.

Checking on the side panel of the cage, I ran through the ingredients used for his meal. I accidentally doubled the quantity of cactus syrup in his food. No wonder he’s so drippy. His ass must be pouring enough lubrication to fill a bottle of lube per hour.

While it’s entertaining to see him devolve into the hog I know he is, I can't deny it makes me frustrated to see him pleasuring himself without me taking some part of it. Looking into the values of the cactus syrup gives me an idea, I will leave them as they are. He will need that lubrication after all.

I throw one of my rings at him, which changes into a string of gold that slits its way to him. As soon as he noticed, he recoiled in the cage. There is no point in running away, and he should know it by now. The golden string climbs his leg and enters his pants through the open fly while he tries to get it off him.

“What are you doing? Where is that thing going?”

He pushes his pants down to reveal a brand-new cock cage. Then, a golden cock emerges from the floor of the cage.

“I noticed you learned how to cum on your own, and since you will be here all alone and bored, this will keep you busy,” I said, pointing at the thing standing proudly on the floor.

“What does any of that have to do with these things?”

“That cage makes your dick more useless than it already was, and that dildo will help you to figure out how to come through your ass. Look at it as a new learning experience while you wait,”

“It doesn't make anything clearer. What do you expect me to do with that?”

“Be creative Zoro, and that reminds me, you won't be able to use the dildo with that plug still inside you,”

With another movement of my hand, the plug on his butt starts to change.

“Those are anal beads. They can give deeper stimulation. I’m sure you will get used to them,”

He grunts and tries to see what happened behind his back while I turn around and start to walk away.

“You can't just leave like this! You golden dick-obsessed maniac,” he yells.

“Of course I can, you said it. I will do whatever I want. Have fun,” I said with a maniacal laugh before exiting the zoo.

Zoro

The golden bastard got here at the worst moment. After the two hours passed he found me mid-climax, head deep into the trough. Thankfully, he believed my lie about eating just part of the first trough. He even kept me in this cage instead of the wall.

It would be an improvement to my current situation if not for the “cock cage” wrapped around my dick. If that wasn't enough, the plug that kept most of my butt juice in place has turned into an “anal bead,” and my ass is free to drip like a faucet. There is also the “dildo” now adorning the cage, but I'm not going to think about it if possible.

Regardless of all these things, what that gold idiot doesn't know is that I cummed all I needed for the time being. While he returns to his office thinking he can play around with me, all I have to do is sit back, relax, and wait for this to be over.

If only it were that simple. For the rest of the day, I tried in vain to rest, but the heat inside of me kept roaring. It could be the occasional vibration from the beads or the constant temptation of the food, but I pace around the cage, desperately trying to figure out a way to relieve this repressed energy.

Hours later, my stomach demanded food. I tried to will myself not to eat as much, but between the hunger and lust filling me, the battle was lost before it began. I ended up filling myself to the brim, and yet my craving for release was still unfulfilled. There is something else I’m missing.

While every animal in the zoo was deep in sleep, all I could do was rub my distended stomach while hoping I could devise a plan for tomorrow.

The next morning, I’m awoken by the sunlight shining through the glass panels of the greenhouse. Most of my morning is spent trying to find a way to solve my trapped dick problem. I could try again to eat myself into cumming, but I choose not to.

For some reason, I think the key to this situation is the dildo, and as much as I want to ignore it, I can't get the words of Tesoro out of my head.

“That dildo will help you to figure out how to come through your ass”

Is it even possible for a man to come with something like this? Ever since the beginning, Tesoro seems to find entertainment in seeing me struggle with concepts he deems simple. First were the massages, then the gourmet food, and now it's this. In all those moments he still wanted me to figure it out eventually. Maybe he is telling the truth, and this dildo could get me over the edge.

I get closer to the dildo, pointing up from the floor, trying to figure out how to use it until I feel a vibration inside me. an idea pops into my head instantly.

My feet stand apart from one another as the golden dildo rests directly under me. The liquid from my ass falls on top of the golden object as I slowly crouch, getting my asscheeks closer to the tip of the dildo.

This will be the first time I have control over how this part of me gets stimulated. The massages at Tesoro’s table or the plug he makes me wear usually do as they please, without much of my input. Having control over this makes me feel more at ease. I can always pull out and try something else.

I continued to lower myself until the tip touched my skin. The cold material makes me shudder. It's still shocking to think anyone could cum from doing this, but after all I’ve been through here, I'm willing to believe anything.

The dildo was bigger than the plug, so I felt it opening its way in. When the head finally makes it inside I have to hold a whimper. As it continues, filling every nook and cranny of my ass, an electric current runs up my spine.

I go slow, letting my butt adapt but it caught up fast, maybe from all the liquid leaking from my it or the plug stretching me for this long. In any case, I could feel the golden dildo stimulate me to a whole new level.

Inch by inch, the dildo disappears between my cheeks until I feel it clashing against something. Upon contact, the anal beads Tesoro left inside me release a static shock as they vibrate violently. The sensation makes me lose balance and I drop to the floor, getting fully impaled by the golden dildo. I can't stop a yelp from escaping after that. Not only is the dildo fully inside me, but the electricity of the beads makes me see stars.

I instinctively pull myself up. when my buttcheeks are no longer grasping the floor, the vibrations and electricity stop. Something else reacted when I pulled out; the stamps Tesoro got on my nipples moved slightly. Pulling myself slowly off the dildo made the stamps come back to life. They pinched and sucked my nipples the more I pulled out. The sensation was new and electric, but when the head of the dildo was out of me, the stamps stopped moving.

I caught my breath for a second and thought of what just happened. Is this what sex feels like? I only know it's supposed to feel good, and while the idea of a dildo making me weak to my knees is a bit odd, I can't deny what is making me feel now.

I could get back to bed now, ignore the craving inside me, and pretend this is not happening. But what kind of man would I be to back down from a challenge?

Determined to bring myself to cum, I drill the dildo back into me. The pleasure increases the faster I move, but I'm missing the shock from before. It stung, sure, but the pleasure it left afterward was undeniable. So I brace myself and dive completely into it.

Before long, I was in a steady rhythm up and down, riding the dildo. This is working better than I expected. The electricity building inside my ass makes my knees tremble while the pleasure rushing from my nipples makes me moan.

Sweat rolls from my brow as I speed up, pursuing that rush from the dildo and the stamps. My blood boils, my ass shoots me with so much pleasure all I see is white. Even then, my nose catches the scent of food, and I know what I need to make this perfect. As I feel the heat of my body simmer into a boil, my hands reach into the trough, grabbing whatever they can. A piece of meat makes it into my mouth, its juice dripping into my chest as I fully collapse on the dildo.

The shock from the dildo mixed with the taste of the food made me boil over. My body spazzed wildly, moans escaping me while my ass contracted around the golden dildo. Thick liquid gushes all over the floor while the feeling of the raw climax continues. It kept going longer than any other orgasm I have experienced before. My moan grows so loud the animals around my cage get spooked, and before long, the whole zoo is in uproar.

After that, I stood up only to collapse on the bed. My dick remained trapped in its cage, my cheeks were glossy with thick butt juice, all of my body reeking from the workout of a lifetime, and yet I was strangely satisfied. I felt the same post-workout glow as I did pumping iron on Sunny. It helped me to finally get a full night of sleep.

The next five days were spent mastering this new way of dealing with my needs. I would mix the pleasure from the dildo, the nipple stamps, the anal beads, and the food to constantly relieve myself. By the next time Tesoro came back to see me at the cage, everything was saturated with the smell of cum, ass juice, food, and sweat.

His steps are audible from afar. Luckily, I “cleaned” around the cage before he arrived, using the water of the last trough refill. So, I waited for him to arrive at my bed, rubbing my stuffed belly from my last meal.

He stepped in front of the cage looking at me with his usual grin. After some taps on the screen beside the cage, he asked, “Ready to admit you are a pig?”

“Not even close,” I replied.

He laughed before saying, “How can you lay back in your pen, with a belly full of food, and say that with a straight face?

I just shrug at him with a smile.

“Oh Roronoa, I was surprised to see the infamous pirate hunter fall to indulgence so easily. The first day when you ate the two troughs of food, I thought it was just a slip of yours. But after these past two days of endless hedonism? I had to come here and see it with my own eyes,” he said.

“You knew?!” I replied.

“Of course, if the hundreds of Den Den Mushis were not enough,”

He taps the screen beside the cage and adds, “These panels carry all of the data of the animals inside them, including but not limited to the number of refills you had on a day,”

I stay silently looking at him, his grin made every cell in my body enraged. This bastard knew what I was doing from day one and still acted dumb just to see me as a fool? While I got off on the dildo, or when I ate trough after trough of food, even when I covered my tracks in case he came back. What is his problem?

“Would you like to hear how many pounds of meat you had yesterday? I was shocked when I saw the number,” he said mockingly.

“What do you want? I'm sure you didn't just come here to mock me,”

“You want to cut down the chase? Perfect! Say it then, admit I was right,”

I look at him defiantly and reply, “Not happening,”

He shrugged, moving to the panel before adding, “The pig that wants to be a real man. As a merciful man, I will help you. After all, Gran Casino is the place to make dreams come true,”

“Quit talking in riddles.”

“You can stay here all you want, but the amount of food you get will be limited. You would go mad in a few days if I did regular human portions. Since I'm merciful, I will give you slightly bigger portions than the average person.”

“Pfft, I have survived in the worst conditions. I don't even need extra.”

“That was before. Now you are more in tune with your true self, as a needy, hungry, pig,”

He moved closer to the door of the cage and said with a wide grin, “The only way I will take you back to my office with the endless supply of food is if you admit you are nothing but a hog. Until then, enjoy your stay here, pirate hunter. Who knows, maybe you will prove wrong this time around.

His demented laughter drowned the zoo. It was drumming in my ears until he finally exited the place.

If he thinks I will break so easily just from a small cut in rations, he is mistaken. Even after months of excess eating under Tesoro’s pressure, I'm still a seasoned and hardened swordsman. The past few days are just a slip-up. Next time he shows his face here, I will show him what I'm made of.

The first day I was restless as always, my stomach rumbled shortly after my first meal. I tried to distract myself by getting off with the dildo but without the food to accompany it, the sensation pales in comparison. The feeling of fullness in my ass now felt dull without something to munch in my mouth. That didn't stop me from trying, the constant energy inside of me continued to grow with the days and so did my desperate attempts to get off. I would pull harder on the nipple stamps, push against the dildo hoping it would go just a bit deeper, and even try to break the dick cage, but everything was in vain.

My stomach is constantly hungry now, begging me for more food at every hour. During the first few days whenever the trough activated to deliver me a meal, I would be so hungry I devour it in a few bites. After two days of doing that, I have resorted to slowly going through my three meals, savoring every little piece of them. Cheap ass Tesoro, Grand king of frauds can't pay for a miserable fourth meal a day.

Soon, I realized I craved something to chew on for most of the day. I got by by keeping the small bones of the meat in my mouth for a while.

One of the days I tried to bring myself to climax, curiosity took the best of me. I really shouldn't have done it, but a part of me missed the messages from Tesoro’s table, in retrospect no one's taken care of me like that before. I was always on my own, even on the ship I was mostly in the training room.

That's how I ended up massaging myself. I raised my legs, trying to get easier access to my butt, getting my fingers inside, and reaching the same places the golden hands touched. My attempts helped in releasing stress but also made me more horny than before. When I was finished I put my hand on my face in defeat and was hit with the thick fluid that now drenches my ass. I wiped it in disgust but some of it landed on my lips, as I tried to get it off I couldn't prevent myself from tasting it.

It was oddly sweet, with a tangy aftertaste. Not what I was expecting of something coming off my ass. But after some thought, it's not so bad. I mean it's only natural to lick a cut once it's bleeding. Then I noticed the dildo again, the thing was coated most of the day with this liquid, I wondered if it tasted the same.

The quietness of the zoo got me like this. In any other circumstance I would have run away from this line of thought, but with nothing to do for hours, any idea becomes a good one to try out. I get down to the dildo’s level and see the thick coat of butt juice dripping from it. I brace myself for a moment before putting the tip of my tongue on it.

It's sweet as well. The metal of the dildo gives it an extra something I can't put my finger on, something magnetic, whatever it is, I stayed absent-mindedly licking at the pole until it was clean.

The only sounds I heard within the cage were made by me or the animals in the other cages. In the silence I started to rationalize with myself, Things like how hungry I am, or how I wouldn't be so used to eating these huge servings if not for Tesoro. I've been on his ship for roughly a month and a half, no wonder my stomach has gotten used to being full twenty-four-seven. But… he wasn't here at the cage when I ate trough after trough of food, he let me make my own choices, and I still choose to eat. I put my hands over my stomach with the extra heft that has formed since I arrived here. All of this… belly is in part my doing, not his.

My nights are filled with me rolling around the bed, hearing the roaring of my insides. I expected my stomach to adapt to the new portions but every day I feel increasingly desperate for food. My days become a haze of trying again and again to get off, cleaning the dildo off from my ass juice, eating the miserable, tiny, small meals I get, and trying to keep my strengths for the next time Tesoro shows up here.

How is the rest of the crew doing? Sometimes, the sounds of the animals distort in the dark of night and they almost sound like their snores. When they come back and see me like this, would they mind? Will they assume I got this soft out of pressure? or out of my own weakness. Can I pursue my dreams? Damn, help my captain pursue his dream? If I'm not able to keep myself strong in the face of this trial?

I know he is keeping me here as a prisoner, the bastard is an egocentric maniac with a god complex. But I didn't have it so bad under his care. Even when the idea of bending the knee for him makes me want to bite my tongue off, I can't deny that the idea of going back to his office is becoming less egregious as the days roll by.

The rumbling of my gut becomes a grim reminder of my excess in the last days. If I had just left that damn food alone, I wouldn't be in this much pain. The few moments when my stomach is satiated are my only solace, and while I know food is also the reason my body clutches in pain, I make the mental note that from now on, any chance to avoid these hunger pangs will be my priority.

After years of dedication, how could I allow myself to be perverted by such simple things? A piece of meat or a slice of cake is all it takes to get me out of commission? What a joke.

The haze of hunger and lust clouds my eyes for the following days. Time passes with me waiting beside the trough, cursing every second I wasn't satisfied, or riding the dildo trying to scratch that itch inside of me.

Like my appetite, my butt juice production has increased since I got into this cage. Now my butt gushes liquid all over the place; the sweet scent of it saturates the air and drowns me. At first, I tried to clean it the best I could, but now I just let it pool all over the place. It’s going to get like that anyway, so what is the point?

It’s been five days since Tesoro came to cut my rations and left me here to starve. I'm at my limit. My belly jiggles while I ride on the dildo, the motion reminds me I’m not actually dying; it just feels like it. The sweat of my body gleams under the sun rays that enter the greenhouse. At that moment the trough brought my lunch. I try to savor the food slowly, but even then it's over too fast. My eyes fixate on the empty trough as my belly grumbles for more.

For how long will he keep this farce? Pretending like he is doing me a favor, pretending like he cares, everything has been nothing but an act. He is just entertaining himself by torturing my ass. If he is going to kill me or keep me in his wall, he might as well just do it! I'm sick of it all, sick of this hunger, sick of the eternal lust, sick of this stupid cage.

“I am a Pig! Now end this bullshit!” I yelled.

What a waste of time, I'm screaming to the void. If anything, the security guy will have a quick laugh at my expense. The golden bastard most likely got bored of me and is torturing some other poor soul on this ship. It makes me sick to my stomach to think that after all this torture, I could be so easily tossed aside. His attention is dangerous, it's depraved, and voyeuristic, but I wouldn't mind being at the center of it all if it means getting the fuck out of here.

I throw myself on the floor, the sticky coat of sweat splashing against my skin as I let the sun cook me for now. I don't know how long it passes, but I hear steps in the distance. It could be an animal in their cage or my imagination. It's not like anyone will come here for me. Even if the crew came back for me, they wouldn't look for a pig in the zoo.

“It took you long enough, Roronoa Zoro,” said Tesoro, standing at my cage.

I was almost happy to hear that asshole’s voice. My brain ran a mile per hour calculating what to say. But before I could mutter a word he said, “I want you to say it in front of me,”

I grit my teeth for a second, my rumbling gut makes me change my tune fast as I mumble, “I’m a pig.”

His usual psychotic smile, which generally gives me the creeps, is nowhere to be seen. In its place, an honest smile as he opens the cage. Maybe he hasn’t lost interest in me.

“Okay Roronoa, let's get you cleaned up. You reek,” he said with a chuckle.

Does the stupid bastard think I don’t have the surveillance Den Den Mushi here?

Whether he finished the trough or not is not the point, but the fact that he was willing to eat so much for the sake of pleasure. If two hours in the cage were enough to drive him this rowdy, a week would render him nothing but a slut hog.

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The Golden Ratio - Chapter 2

(The following story contains male weight gain, food play, BDSM, kidnap, encouragement, and feeder/feedee scenarios. If that's not for you, then go to church or something vanilla dude.

This takes place during and after the events of the One-Piece film GOLD. For a better experience see the film on your local streaming service.

This story is written in collaboration with @bee-wg )

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Tesoro

For days, he remained on the wall, trying to resist the pheromones in the room. They did their job to keep him aroused through the day, the heat inside him only growing the longer he stayed in the room. 

He tries to hide it, covering himself while he eats or sees his crewmates on the projection. But the excess energy makes him restless, he wriggles against the wall, grunting through the day. He will beg me for help soon, or so I thought. Instead, he uses that extra energy to shout at me while I work.

“You wannabe singer, golden turd, marine puppet, crocodile look alike, gold fetishist!” He shouted.

“Are you this desperate for me to kill you?!” I replied.

He grinned at me between huffs of air.

“Try to kill me then, king of frauds,” 

While he tries to look tough, his body is drenched in the collected sweat of several days, with breath laborious, and his dick remaining semi-hard. He is desperate to make a move; I can tell the sad man doesn't know it’s futile.

“You know, I could kill you, but why waste a good execution here? What about a public execution at 8 pm?”

"..."

“Lunch Time! Now eat your food and shut your mouth.” 

The gold from the wall spits his body, and he tries to dash towards me, but shackles form from the floor, making him fall face-first into the golden floor.

I can’t contain my laugh as he rubs blood off his nose after that fall. “How many times will you try to do that? It's useless to try and oppose me,” I said.

“Screw you,”

“Enough chatter. I have to get back to work. You have a wall to decor, we’re both busy,”

I set the projection with his friends, and he sits on the floor to eat his food. While we watched his friends fight to make me richer, I sensed his eyes filled with rage staring at me. They are exquisite, the vitriol, the resentment, the desire for vengeance all boiling. When he realizes his efforts amount to nothing, all that anger will be turned to self hatred, to submission. 

“I can feel the floor touching me in a weird way. Can you stop that?” he said.

“Eh, what?” I replied.

“Yeah, just like in the wall. I can feel the gold moving around my back in weird places,”

“You mean your butt?”

 “Can you stop it or not?!”

“I don't know what you are talking about. Maybe you are not used to being surrounded by gold,”

“Don't play dumb, it's obviously you're doing it,”

“Or cramps for being in the same positions for too long,”

“Don't just ignore me!”

“A massage will fix it,”

“Massage-? I won't let you put your dirty hands on me,” he replied.

“Back to the wall, it is.” 

”Fine, when you have your guard down, I will strike you.” he murmured. 

With a hand gesture, a table rose from the floor at the center of the room. Golden arms stretch from its sides and get ready to work. A snap of my fingers is all I need to make the gold attach Roronoa to the table. 

“Wait, I'm restrained even in this?”

“Absolutely, I don't want you to do anything stupid with my massager. Now be quiet.”

With another snap of my finger, the arms get to work. They run through his back with care. I turn around and get to work while the massage continues.

“What are you-?! Get your hand off that!”

“What's that noise? I told you to shut your mouth,”

“Tell your stupid massager not to touch my butt!”

“What's the matter? Never been massaged there?”

“Why would people get a massage there?”

“When you get a massage, you release the body's bottled-up tension, but if you ignore any area, all that tension just migrates there. All the strongest pirates know this,”

“imposible, that makes no sense.”

“What kind of pirate are you? Everybody knows this. Lots of vice admirals get them here."

"In any case, just stay quiet and let the arms do their job. It's not their fault you are a virgin broke slave who doesn't have taste or culture,”

“Quit it with the virgin thing!”

“You are a virgin! Have you ever had sex before?” 

“Those things are not relevant to my training. They are distractions from the mind,” he said confidently.

After that, he got back in position and the massage continued. I can sense every touch and movement my gold takes, so of course I can tell every movement the golden hands do on his body without watching. Every groan when they pass through his crack, the restrained whimpers as they caress his chest, but the fabulous moment is when one of the fingers enters his ass, and he wriggles on the table.

Even then, he remains in place, keeping the same image of bravado. He believes my lie so easily, he must be so ignorant of the most basic of information I can convince him of anything. I wonder how much I can push it.

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Zoro

It's been a week since the first time that golden perv got me on the miserable massage table. Now they have become part of our messed-up routine. 

“Lunchtime,” said the gold bastard.

For some reason, he has started to spend more time here, so all my meals are accompanied by his sickening grin. A servant brings the food for the both of us. He turns the TV on to see what’s going on with Luffy and the crew, and lastly, he snaps his fingers to summon the massage table.

I look at it and wonder how many days have passed since I got here. I lost track of time, with days starting to mesh together. 

“Come on, Roronoa, We don't have all day,” he said mockingly.

He finds entertainment in watching me try to get used to them. I can’t give him the satisfaction of seeing me struggle. At some point, he makes them continue to massage me even in the wall. In a twisted way, it gives me plenty of opportunity to adapt.

They also made my body less frustrated than in my first days here. My body still craves release, but that's beside the point.

“You heard me. Get on the table,” he said.

I get on the table, and the arms get ready to work. 

After the first massage, the gold perv came with some massage oils. I could smell the same scent of his disgusting cologne as he unscrewed the bottle.

“I don't need it,” I said, holding my breath.

He got closer to my face and said, “It's not a suggestion. You can thank me later,” 

Fucking maniac, he is so self-center he wants everything to smell like him. 

Whatever the oil is, as soon as it touches my body, I can feel it sipping into my skin. It fans the fire that started to burn inside me days ago, growing wilder as more of the oil is rubbed against my neck. I try to hold my breath, keep my head clear, and get this over with while they tend to my shoulders. They pressed against my back, loosening a nudge of tension, but also made me take a deep breath from the force. The smell of the oil saturates me in a second. The stress of staying dangling from the wall transitions into an animalistic drive. I have an itch that needs to be scratched. 

I need to get off this table, run, stretch my legs, fight anyone, something! This energy running through me is making me go insane. 

The hands move to my feet and I try to relax, letting my determination win over my body. Then they start to move up towards my legs. The more it moves, the less control I have left.

They work my thighs with vigor, the palms run their way into my inner thighs. Then their movements become slow, with the sound of my heartbeat as loud as Luffy’s snoring. Fuck, they are going to do it now. 

Just get to it! Wait, I don't look forward to something like this. 

I want it to end sooner, that's all. 

They grab my asscheeks, groping them before revealing my entrance. The hands slowly let my sweat and the oil mix around the entrance before forcing a finger inside.

A grunt escapes my mouth.

The pressure dissipates. It subsides faster with each session. It proves that I'm mastering this form of training. The golden fingers explored every inch of flesh inside me for the past few days, learning the places I store my stress. As they massage each point, I can feel the stress leave my body. In its place, the fire inside me flares even more. 

I can feel my dick hard against the table, precum flowing out of me against my will. Getting a hard-on over a massage is embarrassing; having one in front of this perv is beyond worst. But between the hands, the oil, and my longing for release, there is little work from my brain right now besides basic instinct. 

The little strength still within me is holding me in place, not rubbing my dick against the golden table. The hands continue their massage, extending deeper into me, expanding against the walls of my anus with every breath I take. 

The motion is intoxicating, and I feel climax so near but something is missing. Good, I would never cum from something like this. Then the hands launched even deeper; I had to suppress a moan. What are they doing? My balls are tight, ready to shoot at the next movement. I don't want that, but my body moves on its own, pushing against the golden arms.

Before I can make a fool of myself, the arms retreat and leave me pent up at the table. I draw air in regardless of the smell. I'm spent and yet restless. 

“You might be finally enjoying it. It took you long enough, Roronoa,” he said, standing beside the table.

“Shut up,” I reply drily.

He grabs me by the hair and pulls me up. I try to break free, but my arms turn to gold as soon as I raise them. 

“What is this then? You have made a mess of my table with that pathetic dick,”

“If I had my swords, I would cut you into pieces,” 

He threw me away and snapped his fingers. My body was instantly free from the gold bind. He gestured to the wall as my swords emerged from within it. I ran towards them without a second thought.

“Asura: Ichibugin” I yell.

My swords stayed inches away from his skin when he decided to turn me into a golden statue.

“You are either very resilient or absolutely stupid,” 

“People like you don’t understand. Shame, virtue, morals? None of that means anything in the face of power. In the face of money!” He said before kicking me across the room. 

“You think you are above anyone, all this posturing as if anyone cares? You are dirt, a decoration on my wall, nothing more! So give up and stop with these stupid stunts.”

I coughed, trying to get some air back into my lungs, but before I could, he got beside me.

“I will teach you, even with a bounty of three hundred and twenty million berries, your life is nothing to the eyes of the world,” 

The gold from the wall extends and puts my body back in the wall.

“And I will start by showing what happens when dirt like you want to act all sanctimonious here,”

Then I felt something enter my hole; it expanded as it made its way inside me.

“What are you doing-?!” 

“I'm upgrading your massages. This plug will keep you nice and accessible for your next session,” 

The gold keeps entering my body like the arms on the massage table, my mind is drowning in rage, but my dick remains hard.

“Make it stop,”

“And miss the face you are making right now? I don't think so, all that anger, that shame. It’s entertaining, and the more you resist, the more I’ll get to enjoy it,”

“You sick fuck,”

“Said the pirate leaving a pool of precum on my floor?”

How can I keep a hard-on now, of all moments? What is happening to me?

“Your friends might entertain the entire city, but you, You are my personal entertainment, pirate hunter,”

He turned around, leaving me panting on the wall. For the rest of the day, he continued to work on his desk, eyeing me whenever he felt like it. All while the gold in the wall continued to mess with my insides. The gold probe moved inside me with a constant pace, leaving my dick rock hard but never close enough to cum. 

“I'm done for the day, but before I go. I´ll grant you a last taste of heaven before going back to hell,” he said, approaching me.

I could barely listen to him. The perpetual state of arousal had clouded my senses. Even then, my glazed eyes saw him snap his fingers. The probe went overdrive at that moment, vibrating violently and sending static shocks. My inside is raw from the constant stimulation, with the vibrations massaging every inch of flesh into oblivion. The electricity travels through my body, making a spot inside my cavity jolt, the same one that has been firing arousal into my brain whenever the probe touches it. The intensity of the probe increased. I never knew my ass could feel anything at all; now, all my senses are heightened from the intensity.

I let out a yell as the shock sent me over the edge. Ropes of cum fire from my cock, staining the floor in front of me.

“Savor this moment Roronoa, 'cause you won't feel it again until you learn to do it on your own,” he said. 

He left the office, leaving me in the dark of the room. What does he mean by my own? It doesn't matter. I need to get out of here. Our crew has too many perverts for me to turn into another one.

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The Golden Ratio - Chapter 11

(The following story contains male weight gain, food play, BDSM, kidnap, encouragement, and feeder/feedee scenarios. If that's not for you, then go to church or something vanilla dude.

This takes place during and after the events of the One-Piece film GOLD. For a better experience see the film on your local streaming service.

This story is written in collaboration with @bee-wg)

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Tesoro

The ringing of the door stops my song.

“That's our second lunch,” Zoro said, nudging me.

“Of course it is; who else would it be?” I reply, pushing against him in bed.

The doorbell rings again, and he glares at me. He is not one to wait, especially not these days when it comes to food.

“Okay, I will go get it. But you go get a shower; you are stinking up this place,” I said, building momentum to stand up.

“You were not complaining of the smell last night,” He replied smugly.

“It wasn't as noticeable while you were sucking me off,” I replied teasingly.

“Okay then, let me suck you off and skip the bath,” He said, eyeing me.

“You don't want the food then?” I asked with a grin as if I didn't know his answer.

His gut grumbled at the mention of the food, and he frowned. 

“Fine, just get the food already,” he said, trying to stand up.

“Come, let me help you,” I said, approaching him. 

He sighs and takes my hand begrudgingly. Ever since that day after the celestial dragon's arrival, Zoro got his fatass mindset into high gear. It helped to make my choice of giving up the daily routine at the office. 

How could I go back to work in that forsaken place? When I had this magnificent sack of malleable lard struggling to stand from my bed right in front of my very eyes.

“I don't know what the issue is; I just showered,” he said, walking to the bathroom.

“That was a month ago, you swine. Now hurry up, or the food will get cold,” I say, slapping him in the ass.

I can see him smiling at my touch before going into the bathroom. 

Wearing only my underwear, I open the door to gather our food. The delivery man looks at me wide-eyed as I take our food. It must be a new guy; every other delivery boy is used to my lack of clothes. 

Closing the door, I return to the room and start my meal. 

The food on the island has always been one of my greatest pride. But lately, I haven't been able to get enough of it. I have to give a raise to whoever is responsible for this.

I resume humming my song. My head gets lost in the taste of the syrup-drenched pancakes. The soft texture and thick syrup make me feel like heaven until a glob of syrup lands on my chest.

I try to wipe the syrup off my chest, licking it from my fingers. When I'm done, my chest is a mess of drool and sweet goodness. 

Shrugging it off, I move to the next piece of food.

“Did you eat my fries?” Zoro said, rushing to the bags of food. 

Steam still lingered around him as he opened bags and tore through pork chomps and pasta.

I've been staring at him for a solid minute, maybe longer. It's been harder to stay focused on anything but Zoro lately, especially when he eats.

He tores into meat, potatoes, pasta, and dessert. All in a storm of moans and grunts. It becomes a symphony to my ears, and I can't stop the smile from forming.

“Hey, are you going to eat that?” He said, pointing at my chest.

“What?” I replied, startled.

“You have a piece of pancake under your neck,” he says mockingly. 

“I can't see it, and don't act like you don't have sauce on your nose, Mr. Attenttive,” I replied before moving the mirror to take care of my little leftovers.

The piece of batter sticks to my chest like a sore thumb. No wonder I couldn't see it; it’s just in the base of my-

Second chin? Wait, Why do I look bloated? A new ring of fat wraps around my already thick neck. And since when do I have tits? 

My arms look massive, but they have lost all definition. When I try to flex them, my muscles become noticeable, but as soon as I drop them to my sides, they look like slabs of jam.

Where are my abs? There is a brand new gut in their place, but unlike Zoro’s, mine looks solid. Is this a beer gut? He drinks ten times more than I do. 

I couldn't gain that much weight from being here with Zoro. I'm barely eating compared to how much he is stuffing himself. No, this is most likely water weight or an allergic reaction.  

Something must have upset my stomach. Trying to remember what could have been, I'm washed by the memory of so many decadent treats. While there were all sorts of food and drinks, I couldn't retell how much or how often I ate.

This is why I have that watch Den den Mushi; I always track my calories in it. The watch sits on my bedside table, catching dust. When was the last time I tracked anything?

While I try to make sense of this, the watch starts to ring. Who is calling at this hour? Don't they know I'm busy with lunch?

“Hello?” I answered.

“Good evening, sir,” said the head of security at the other end of the line.

I sat back on the bed, mortified. The mattress groaned and creaked under mine and Zoro’s weight. I might have to buy a better bed; this one is getting old.

“What the matter, Tanaka? You know I don't like calls,” I said.

“I'm calling to the report on the celestial dragons' activities. We told the CP0 agents you were busy, but since you haven't been at the office lately, they insisted on a brief call,” Tanaka said.

Not them again. I'm two seconds away from throwing the damned watch across the room. 

“Hurry up, the meat is best when it's hot,” Zoro said, offering a piece of meat beside me.

I take a deep breath and bite into the meat. It's a good roast with BBQ sauce, and it helps me calm down. 

“I'm not in the mood for this now, Tanaka. Just make it quick. I don't need those assholes on my doorstep later.”

“Sir, we are on speaker.” 

“So? Hurry up! My meal is getting cold.”

“Sure, there have been some issues with…“ the head of security said. I lost track of what he was talking about almost immediately. 

I was too distracted with the smokey pieces of pork in my hands. Besides, can’t they deal with those assholes on their own? I thought they were becoming more independent by now. 

“What's taking you so long?” Zoro said, standing on the mattress beside me. 

“The CP agents are being a nuisance for a change,” I replied.

“Well, you look too busy to have a proper lunch. So I'm taking this.” 

He leaned against me. His soft body crashed against mine as he licked the piece of pancake off my neck. 

My heart races as his tongue dances on my neck and down my chest, savoring every remnant of syrup. The shower water droplets and sweat that mixed on his skin now smear on mine while our eyes connect. 

His mouth gets to my nipples, taking a quick bite that makes me whimper.

“It seems like you have everything under control, Tanaka. I will leave you to it then,” I said before hanging up and throwing the Den Den Mushi to the bedside table. 

“You seem to be hungry still,” I said. 

“I could go for seconds; what about you?” He replied, dropping into the bed. 

“I have my treat just here,” I said, pouncing over him and kissing his neck.

Zoro doesn’t waste time and puts a hill of food beside me while he continues to suck my nipples.

We take turns feeding each other while we fuck in a senseless rut.

“Did you ask me to shower just to cover me in food again?” he said, licking some soy sauce from his fingers.

The bed became a mess of cum and food. But I can't complain; we have spent so much time like this, and it's only natural for me now. My head and balls were empty, and I wanted to cherish that relaxation for as long as I could.

“Not really, but I'm not denying there is something about you all covered in food that's so enticing,” I replied, my boner coming back to life.

My balls may not be as empty as I imagined. 

“I get it. It's weirdly appealing,” Zoro said.

I sucked some whipped cream from his neck, and he pushed me away with a stifled laugh.

“But everything with you is always weird,” he yawned.

There is the food coma. 

“We should rest; when we wake up, I can show you more weird things, pervert,” I say, laying beside him.

He nods and rests his head against my thigh. Not too long after, he was snoring. I have never seen someone fall asleep as fast as this guy.” 

I stayed mesmerized, looking at him. He seemed so calm, resting in my embrace. Almost as if he was meant to be there.

Given how many days we have stayed like this, it’s easier for me to believe he will see things the way I do, and wish to stay.

I circled that thought until the food coma also took me out of commission.

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I'm stirred awake from my nap by a rumbling. At first, I thought it could be Zoro. His appetite is like a well-tuned clock; I can bet it's almost dinner time. 

But no, this has a different feel to it.

I'm synched to every bit of gold in this ship, and I can feel vending and craking deep within the ship’s innards.

Rolling in bed, I try to ignore whatever the source of that noise is. Suddenly, it just stops. 

My eyes open, and I see Zoro sleeping beside me. The sight of him eases my worry. The sun is setting outside, and just like I thought, Zoro’s stomach roars.

“What are we having for dinner?” He says with a yawn.

“Everything you want, and then dessert,” I replied.

He smiled at that, and every thought of the rumbling left my head. After placing our usual order, we waited in the room with the Den Den Mushi projections.

After waiting an hour with no sign of our food, Zoro looks for leftovers to snack on. By the third hour of waiting, both our stomachs are demanding answers. I called the restaurant to no avail. 

“What is the problem now? This is no way to treat a customer, let alone the king of this island,” I said, hanging up the phone.

“Maybe we ate them out of stock?” Zoro said with a laugh.

“I doubt itWe are starving here. Let me go fetch our food and fire whoever is responsible for this,” I added.

Zoro nodded and continued to watch the movie while I got dressed. 

Before I'm done, the ship's rumbling returns. This time, it made me chuckle; it sounded almost like the ship was hungry. 

That would make three of us, or well, most of the ship. If we are having issues ordering food, it only means everyone else has been affected.

Wait, that includes. Camael.

The sound intensifies in my head, and the idea of Camael having a temper tantrum because of the communication or food issue makes all the more sense. 

When I'm ready to leave, I turn around to Zoro. He is as calm as ever, with no worries in the world—a dire contrast to my now speeding heart.

“I’ll be back soon. Just stay in here until I return, please,” I said.

“Don't worry, I'm not moving from this bed. Go check if they can add more sushi to the order, I'm craving it,” he said without getting his eyes off the projection. 

“Extra sushi, you got it,” I replied.

As soon as I was out of the quarters, I ran to the garage. My lungs burn with the effort, and sweat runs down my forehead with every step. I need to retake my morning runs; this is a pain in the ass.

At least the AC in the car cools me down. It certainly didn't prepare me for the chaos in the city's heart. 

Guards push against a hoard of rioters that slowly creeping towards the quarters. Behind them, a cloud of smoke and debris covers the view. In between the haze, a massive figure trashes every building in sight. 

A gruelling wail echoes through the city as it moves. 

Just what on god's blue earth is happening?! 

My heart races on my chest while I speed towards the crowd. I must turn them into a garden of golden statues before the ruckus reaches our quarters. 

The furry beast must have sensed my presence because he threw something massive in my direction. It was so fast that I didn't have time to dodge it. The force of the impact made the car spin out of control. 

In the trashing, my head hits the side door and steering wheel. I try to use my powers to stabilize the car, but I can't tell up from down after that hit. 

Finally, the car stops, or so I think. It's hard to tell with my head throbbing. It's been a long time since the last time I was injured, so it's taking me a hot second to refocus. 

Kicking the door out of the way, I drag myself out of the mangled car. The furry beast came into view, I couldn't believe my eyes for a second as it lumbered forward. 

I have to deal with that at some point, but for now I have to move. I saw what crashed with my car, as soon as I turn around from the monster. Dice’s pummeled body lays on the hood of the car, with a shit-eating grin and glazed eyes.

“Dice, you massochist pig! Who did this to you?” I yelled, slapping him across the face. 

There was no response, just his usual perverted smile. This won't lead anywhere; this is what I get for hiring a masochist to defend the castle. 

Back on the battlefield, I saw Baccarat storm the crowd with a wave of security agents and felt relief. The feeling doesn't last, though. A shadow forms among the crowd and flies over the security agents.

It takes me a moment to register that the tithing flying over my guards is a cloud—a smiling thunder cloud, for that matter. 

Wait, I know that cloud; is that Zeus? What's the familiar of Big Mom doing here?

The whole battlefield flashes when Zeus zapped them. The lightning fried a massive chunk of the security team, and something tells me Baccarat won't help much.

“Tesoro, Sir! Thank goodness. Please help us!” the head of security yelled. 

Tanaka and his team run out from the wall of dust, with the monster close behind them.

Tanaka sped up to my side while the monster smashed his teammates. He looked exhausted, with cuts all over his body and ice shard clinging to his skin.

“What's going on, Tanaka? Explain yourself,” I asked.

“Camael was making a ruckus on the ship. While we were dealing with him, all the workers raised in arms,” Tanaka said between huffs for air.

I grab Tanaka by the collar of his shirt and pull him closer to my face. 

“You are the head of security. Who gave them weapons and set them loose? ” I said.

“But sir, we told you about it in the last phone meeting. They were brought in by -“

“You still own me fifty thousand berries, Zoro. You’re not getting off that easily!” A woman with long orange hair screamed.

“Even if it's the useless moss head, I can't leave a friend behind,” said a blonde man.

“We are here to save our friend!” Shouted a skeleton with an afro.

“Zoro!” Said the furred monster, his loud voice shattering windows streets away from us.

Those voices, it can't be them. Amidst the chaos, a man jumps high into the center of the battlefield. 

His hands start to grow until they match the size of a giant. 

“I can’t call myself king of the pirates without all my friends. So come back to us, ZORO!" said Monkey D. Luffy before projecting his gigant punch toward the quarters.

“Gum gum elephant gun!”

The punch crashed against the wall of luxury private quarters. Dust and debris flew away, making maneuvering the battlefield even more challenging. 

“I thought they were in Whole Cake Island. How did they get out of Big Mom's territory?” I yelled.

“We told you they tried to break in days ago. We captured them, but they must have escaped earlier today. The whole ship is now compromised!” Tanaka said with a terrified look on his face.

A whole revolution was seeding under my nose. The straw hats returned with a ship loaded with guns, and I was blissfully unaware—even after they tried to tell me.

“What's the matter, Tesoro? Feeling despair after being tricked?” The cat burglar said with a laugh.

They came here to laugh at my face, to take away my freedom, to take away my Zoro. 

“Gold L’ira di Dio!” I yelled.

Gold from all over the ship came alive, stretching like giant vines. They wrapped around people and before raising them into the air.

The cat burglar and soul king jumped on top of Zeus and tried to dodge the vines. With a twist of my hand, the vines closed in around them. Even then, Zeus managed to maneuver between gaps, and for a second, I thought they might escape. That's when Baccarat jumped from the top of a vine and slapped the Cat burglar in the back. 

I don't know what's more surprising: that she survived an attack from Zeus or that she managed to use her devil fruit after all that damage. 

The Strawhats continued to fly away in fear of what would happen next. They stopped as the ship's lightning rod crumbled and fell from the roof. The massive structure pierced through Zeus, pulling his electric mass to the ground and leaving them without a runaway ride.

I caught them one by one with my golden tendrils. Even the furry monster was subdued once he shrank to his original size. I wonder what they feed their pets to grow this huge.

The straw hat tries to shoot himself to the quarters like a slingshot, but I pull him back with the rest of his crew. With all of the straw hats together in the open for everyone to see, the riot stopped, and silence flooded the battlefield.

A pillar of gold emerges from the floor, raising me to their level. I'm sick of this act, but I need to do this one last time for my peaceful life. My happy, stress-free life can continue when they are no longer in the picture. 

I snap my fingers and wait to see them turn into golden statues. Nothing, I don't sense any golden flakes on them.

“You even managed to enter without getting covered in gold? What a performance,” I said.

“We did and cleansed most of your workers before the attack. Even if you beat us, they will be free,” the Cat burglar said mockingly.

“Congratulations, idiots, you cleansed my spell. I just have to recast it,” I replied.

Stretching my arms out, I look at the crowd below.

“All your lives are mine to take as long as you stand in my world. May this be a lesson to all of you!” I shouted at the top of my lungs. 

“Golden Splash!” 

The pipes from the stage above rumble, and tons of gold spray into the city like a downpour. 

The people in the crowd run in an ill attempt to save themselves. Each step they take looks more desperate than the last as their bodies solidify with the gold. 

The lights on the whole island went out, and the gold splash stopped. 

I looked around, feeling the world stay silent. 

“What's going on? What did you do to my ship?” I said.

The Cat burglar smiles, and the ship's groaning returns; it grows louder by the minute until the lights come back on in the main square.

The pipes for the golden splash vibrate violently, emitting an awful sound before a wave of water bursts from them.

Tanaka flies towards me with an umbrella, but just as he is about to reach me, the water gets to us. As soon as the water touches me, I can feel the effect of the seawater. I snatched the umbrella and managed to open it to cover most of myself, but my head of security was out of commission as well. 

The silence on the battlefield is over, and fighting resumes. That's when I saw Zoro, running through the battlefield. 

The betrayal drown me in the heaviest of dreads and I feel tears rolling down my cheeks. After all we been through, he still wishes to leave my side. 

There are two options before me: reclaiming my position as king of this city, defending my ship, and forgetting all of this ever happened. Letting the memories of the past few months be wiped away like my tears by the seawater. Or, I can defeat every single person who stands in my way, take Zoro back, and show him how we are meant to be together.

Can I really put all of my chips in this bet? I need to know if there is the tiniest hint of care for me in his mind, to know that he desires me beyond the tramps and rules. 

“Zoro!” I yelled.

Everyone turns their heads to him and he stays still absorbing the situation. His eyes fly amongst his friends but they end up in me, frozen in place. 

I take a step toward him, and instead of running, he keeps his eyes glued to mine. Those eyes that have studied me for days now are filled with doubt. 

That doubt is all the hope I need to clear up my mind. I must end this charade and set him free of that ratched pirate life, so he can finally enjoy the world I’ve shown him.

“I'm going to look for Zeus and take Zoro to the ship. You guys keep Tesoro busy and find an opening to escape the island,” the Cat burglar said before running off.

No, you won't!” I said, running off towards Zoro.

A wall of flames formed between us as BlackFoot Sanji launched a kick in my direction. 

“I won't let you lay a finger on Nami Chan,” the cook said.

“I don't have time for this,” I said,  taking the top of my clothes off. Good riddance. 

“Midas touch!”

Gold reformed from the floor into two giant armored fists. They propel towards Sanji and punch him against a nearby building. 

“Sanji!” Straw hat screamed.

He looked at me with rage flowing from his eyes, but my attention was on the scene at the distance. The cat burglar is trying to convince Zoro to move, but he is stone-cold looking at me. 

Yes, stay by my side. Look at me fight for the two of us. After this, nobody will stand in our way.

I was brought back to the battlefield when I sensed an attack with my haki. I tried to avoid it, but the seawater made my body feel heavy. 

“Gum gum bazooka!” Strawhat yelled, propelling his arms to my chest.

I raise a wall of gold from the floor that should take the hit from his attack. Instead of hitting the wall, he grabbed it and launched himself forward. 

Did he read my move? His Haki must be better than I anticipated.

“Tesoro!” He yelled as his body came crashing down on me.

He stretches his arm and connects a punch to my left cheek. I taste the blood inside my mouth. Fuck, I didn't miss this.

The golden wall stretches and hits him in the stomach before propelling him into the air. 

Once he falls, I look at him intently; I wish that were enough to get rid of the rubber cockroach. But they defeated Doflamingo and escaped Big Mom’s territory.

These people are stronger than they appear, and if I want to avoid ending up like Donquijote, I better step up my game.

The straw hat stood up and looked at me with determination before rushing back to attack. 

For the next hour, we continue this dance, smashing each other across the field. As the battle rages on, my clothes are drying up, and I feel more of my power returning.

I evaded one of his attacks and laughed. Soon, my strength would return, and this pathetic performance would end.

My eyes go back to Zoro, who remains in place, his expression worried. He is still looking at our fight, his fists tight at his sides. He is so close to us, my arm reaches out to him and I can almost feel his touch.

“Where are you looking at? Focus on our fight, Tesoro!” Said straw hat, stretching his arm and wrapping it around mine.

“Get out of my face!” I yelled.

Grabbing his arm and pulling him in, I swing him around like a lasso, smashing him against everything I can. Finally, he released my hand, and I threw him across the main square. 

I ran towards Zoro without looking back; the rest of his friends ran towards the harbor while Zoro stayed frozen.

My entire body aches, the exertion of running and fighting after months of sitting on my ass is taxing on me. But the more I see his face still waiting for me, the more I feel like I can take another step. 

Something approaches from behind me. I turn around, and a wall of mist emerges from the rumble where Straw Hat’s body should be.

“Gear 4- Snake Man,” the rubber man said.

What is that form? I am trying to remember this being in his report. My head is throbbing as he rushes here. 

“Who cares if you have a change of appearance? I'm the king of this island. I bring joy, happiness, and despair to those I see fitting. You will fall under my hand as well,” 

“You are nothing but an oversized monster!” he replied.

“I will show everyone what happens when they get in my way, Golden Boost!” 

The gold that remained on the battlefield covered my body in armor. I haven't used this technique for myself in years. This armor increases my power and speed; there is no way that runt can survive. 

My fists are clenched, glowing radiant like the sun. I wait until I'm confident he can't evade my move, and then I yell. 

“Gold Inferno!”

A laser beam is shot from my fist when I throw my punch. Everything in sight is a pillar of light for a few seconds, followed by explosions on the ground. Not even the pacifists of Vegapunk can measure up to this. 

“Gum gum-”

Is that bastard still alive? Impossible. The light from the attack was blinding, making it hard for me to tell where he wriggled.

“Black Mamba!”

A shower of punches comes crashing on me. I look up, trying to defend myself, but he is not above me. The punches bounce and redirect in all directions around me. The armor softens many blows, but It won't withstand this barrage forever. 

My body charges forward as it gets covered in light. I grab the straw hat’s hand mid-attack and drag him with me. 

“Hey, what are you? Ah-” I hear him say behind my back.

A tower of golden appears, and it rises to the sky with me on top. We speed up to the highest point in the city, with Luffy screaming and struggling to set himself free all the way there.

Finally, we reached a height good enough. I could see the whole island from here. In the distance, my eyes notice an entire marine fleet.

“Great, I have more things to worry about, but I'm sure the Marines will leave without much of a fuss when I give them the head of Monkey D. Luffy,” I said.

He looks out to the marine fleet, but his eyes don't stay there long. His attention is dedicated to me.

“This is the end, Straw Hat. Take solace in knowing I’ll take care of Zoro, Golden Age!” I yelled.

The vines plunge me down while I'm still holding him down. 

He struggled under my arms as we accelerated on the way down.

“I'm the man who will become the king of the pirates, and I won't let you take away my crewmate!”

“Gum gum balloon!”

His body began to expand under my touch so my hands couldn't close around his arms.

I'm crashing against his growing body, trying to puncture him with my fist. 

He then bounced me off of him.

It took him a blink to charge up his fist and scream at the top of his lungs.

“Gum gum king cobra!”

His arm fires toward me, vending and bouncing erratically. I try to fence myself in, but when the punch connects with my chest, I don't see it coming. 

The gold in my armor cracks and busts. The wind is punched out of my lungs, and I see myself fly away from the battlefield. 

The night sky opens up in front of me. But every muscle in my body aches after that hit. What a king I turned out to be. I can't beat a rubber man with a stupid hat.

I laughed for a second while tears rolled down my face.

Stella, Zoro, I failed you both.

My body crashes against a roof, and I sink into another part of the island. After that, the world turns dark.

Zoro, I couldn't protect you. I failed once again to keep my loved ones safe. 

If I could, I would make it up to you. 

Just please, don't leave.

Don't leave me alone.

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A piece of rumble lands on my face. I grunt, rolling to my side. I wince in pain with the slight movement.

Damn, dying is a pain in the ass. Is this hell? Cause there is no way I made it to heaven.

The room rocks slightly, so it is most likely a boat. Looking around the room, I find myself in a cabin filled with treasure. I feel a hunch and try to use my powers. I can feel the gold near me and my influence over it. 

Well, that clarifies it. This is my gold; I'm alive, and I'm most likely still in hell. 

That means that Zoro may still be nearby. With my aching body, I reach for the gold. Once it touches my hands, I mutter.

“Gold boost.”

The gold reinvigorates me slowly. The minutes pass, and my body finally feels strong enough to stand up and assess the situation. I rush for the door and learn this boat is in the island harbor. A group of traitor workers are loading my belongings to run away while they can. They see me from afar carrying more treasure to load. I don't have to use my power before they all run away like cockroaches.

Once they are gone, I look around for the straw hat’s ship, but it’s gone already. 

A bomb blasts against the wall in the harbor. Chunks of steel and wood fall into the sea below making a huge splash. The ship shakes while I duck, covering myself from the debris and seawater that flies all over the place. 

Through the hole in the harbor, I see the Marines. Those ungrateful bastards have started their attack on the city. 

My heart is racing with anger but I can almost feel its beat stop when I see the straw hat’s ship on the sea.

They are still within my reach as they try to escape into the dark blue sea. 

I don't wait to think of options; there is only one future worth a dime for me now. my feet run to get this boat in action and look for Zoro.

The gold from the treasure and the residue lingering in the blasted walls around the ship come to me with a snap of my fingers. 

A light coat of gold covers the ropes and steering wheel, steering the ship a one-man operation. 

Moving every artifact and tool in the ship, I get it to set sail out of the harbor. The wind blows against my back, and even in this dread, I feel free for the first time in ages.

My ship moves fast against the waves, closing the distance between Zoro and me by the minute. 

The Marine’s attack shifted focus to us when the fleet saw the straw hat's escape route. 

Those bastards will sink Zoro’s crew if things keep going like this. 

My head throbs as I try to come up with a plan. I'm sinking in my head as the canon balls blast into the sea. I can feel the gold in the island breaking apart after the attack, the gold in the ropes keeping this ship in place. And - some of it still lingers in front of me. 

Zoro still has some of my gold inside him; it's running in his veins after all the golden food we have eaten aboard. 

My next move is evident in my head, but it doesn't bring me any joy anyway.

I summon vines that have risen to the ship's highest point. Once there, I concentrate on the gold and get ready to shoot.

“Gold Fuoco di Dio!” I yelled.

A massive laser beam is shot at the marine fleet. The scene becomes a landscape of fire and screams.

I can find him again as long as he has that gold within him. Which means my focus is on making sure he has a safe escape. 

“You really thought capturing Guild Tesoro would be that easy?” I shout.

The laser beam at the top of my ship recharges as I speak.

“The King of this island can't be defeated. Let me show you just who you are dealing with!” I said with a laugh.

With another move of my arm, the laser blasts a quarter of their ships, and their fire focuses on me.

Being bait is infuriating, but it's the best option I have for now. I can make my vail once the straw hats are gone.

My ship fires at their fleet while they try to close in on me. Their shots grew closer to me by the minute, the heat of the explosions almost in my face. 

Cold sweat ran through my forehead when I heard their ship's loud boom flying away from here.

Coup the burst; I have only heard of it in the reports. It is impressive to see an engine capable of propelling an entire ship miles away. With them out of my sight, I feel the pain of my decision. Now he is gone, and I'm back at square one. 

I'm all alone again, and yet, I feel the fire burning inside of me. It's just like back then: just me and my loved one against the world. But this time, I know I can get that life we wanted. 

Just wait, Roronoa Zoro. Once I get rid of these pests, I will look from here to hell to find you. Marines, Celestial Dragons, Pirates, nobody will stand in my way this time.

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The Golden Ratio - Chapter 4

(The following story contains male weight gain, food play, BDSM, kidnap, encouragement, and feeder/feedee scenarios. If that's not for you, then go to church or something vanilla dude.

This takes place during and after the events of the One-Piece film GOLD. For a better experience see the film on your local streaming service.

This story is written in collaboration with @bee-wg)

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Tesoro “You do a shitty job running this place,” Roronoa said. It's only natural he overhears my conversations. He is stuck to my wall after all. “Have you run a kingdom before?” I replied. He doesn't answer, the little shit still has some attitude. With a snap of my fingers he comes down the wall and I throw him a clean set of clothes. “Thats what I thought, now change to this. We are going out,” I said. “To what shitty restaurant are we going this time? Just lets avoid that restaurant that served everything covered in chocolate. It was too disgustingly sweet” he said angrily. “You disliked it? Nobody would have noticed with how pleased you look in the Castaway lounge afterwards. Stuffed and snoring mid a food coma,” I replied teasingly. He glared at me and I continued. “There are plenty of places to choose from, we have no need to repeat any place,” His attention changes to the clothes I gave him, a crop top leather jacket, skin-tight ripped jeans, and high black boots. “We are having a bring your pet to work day, and I want you presentable,” I said, pointing at the new attire.

“Why can't I wear my clothes?” “They smelled like poverty, so I burned them.” “Burned them? You know what, I will stay, have fun out there,” he said, getting back to eating. I move my hands to the desk, and from within it, a leash and collar float toward me. It's a golden piece decorated with jewels. In a split of a second the the collar flies across the room and attaches to his Roronoa’s neck. “Oh come on, keep me out of this,” he said. “Easy there, I said, pulling the leash and getting Roronoa closer to me. “The faster you get into that outfit, the faster you can stuff your face with food, understood?” He sneers and I raise my hand, he looks at me and before I can activate the golden rod he yells. “Don’t you dare fucker!” We stay there for a second until he sighs and starts to change. “See? Not so hard to behave,” I reply. He looks at me with so much rage it’s intoxicating. My attention shifts to his struggles to get the jeans to button around his waist. He tries to hide it but fails miserably. I got the measurements for those garments days ago. He is shaping up fast. “Stupid pants, you got a size too small,” he barked at me. “Those are the same size as your regular pants,” I lied. These are a bit tighter than the old ones, but as his face turned red, I knew he took my word for it. He made one last push and got the pants to close. With a huff of air, he turned to me and said, “Forget it. They are my size after all,” The jeans looked glued to him, with his sides slightly spilling out. “Great, I knew you would love them,” I said, pulling from the leash. The smell of sweat on his body hits me as I lean in closer to him and say, “I have something else for you,” I pull from my pocket a pair of golden balls. They are connected by a thin golden chain in the middle. “What are you doing?” “Just stand still,” Getting my hands under his jacket I press one of the balls against his nipple. The gold changes on top of his shin into a stamp. As the gold clips to his nipple, he jolts from the sensation. He is about to recoil; before he moves, I yell, “I said stand still,” He freezes, letting me put the second ball in place. He groans with the suction from the golden stamps, and I step away from him, “Done, they look perfect,” After he sees himself in the reflection, he looks at me with disdain and says, “What is the point of them?” “Don't you think I have seen you on the papers? You go around showing your tits like a slut. Aren’t you ashamed? Or is that some statement to show you have the biggest tits?” “Slut, like Sanji?” “The cook? No, he is a real man, you have man tits. It’s different,” “They aren’t that big, are they?” he said, looking at them. I pull him back from the leash and catch him before he trips back. “Quit ogling your own tits, we have to move. Now, one rule for today: if you pull back from this leash or worse, break it, there will be consequences. Understood?” I added. He looked away and nodded. Our first stop is at the loading bay. Rows of ships are all loaded with treasure and resources for the city. They shine from the reflection of gold that covers every wall in the space. Even the ceiling is coated in it. “Wow, this is so amazing,” says Roronoa. “See, you finally get it. This is the ultimate display of power,” “So amazing that it could burn my eyes off,” The man is slow, but at least he knows sarcasm. That's when I feel it. Someone’s Approaching. He looks at me and I know he sees it as well. The advantage of having a subordinate with observation haki. While my workers continued their assignments, I pulled the gold from the walls to form a golden fist the size of a slot machine. It flies outside the dock and connects with its target in seconds.

A tacky-looking pirate ship bursts into the docking era, my golden fist stuck to its middle. “We are the purple beard pirates! Give us all your goods!” The purple mess of a ship started to fire cannonballs without a care in the world. The workers started to scream and run as I sighed. Without an audience, there is not much of a point in putting on a show. Except for … “Stay behind me, Roronoa. Let me show you how to dispose of such trash,” His face twisted angrily before saying, “No, you stand behind me!” He took a step forward, and I just looked at him, confused. “No! I didn’t mean it like that. I don't care if you die or not,” The cannonballs continued to rain around us; one of them came towards us. I was about to divert it when he stopped it. He flattened his hand, coated with haki. “No Sword style, 36-pound Phoenix.” He moves fast, slashing the cannonball in two. “I don't need your help to save me,” he said. “It will be faster if I just dispose of them,” “It's more practical if I do it, you flashy showoff,” This blockhead idiot can't sit back and relax even if his life depends on it. “If you don't behave, I will take you back to your wall,” “Wait, don't you want to bring your pet to work then?” he says with a smug grin. Is he trying to use my idea against me? I will make him eat his words after this. “You are really craving to get under my skin, don't you?” I said, getting closer to him. “Am I succeeding? Golden fraud?” “Just don't get in my way, and remember if the leash breaks.” “Yeah, yeah, you will punish me. Focus on yourself,” The pirate ship docks and hundreds of men start their invasion of the bay. I melted gold from the floor. It stretches like skewers dashing through the scums, BBQing them. “That’s how you get rid of pests,” I said, looking back at Roronoa. “No Sword style, Dragon Twister.” A tornado forms from him, swiping away the men in front of him several feet into the air. “Did you say anything?” He is not even seeing me. I take him by the slide and carry him under my arm. "You're heavier than I thought."

“Put me down, you golden gorilla!” he shouted. "And you're softer than I imagine." He continued to struggle under my arm; a little inner stimulation made him stop though. He looks shocked afterwards, but his expression changes when I take a jump that propels us into the air. “Golden Garden” From the walls and floor, sharp golden plants start to sprout. Their torn vines wrap around people in a thigh bind, giant flowers crash against the bay, their petals razor-thin slash through the crowd, and branches of trees stretch and pierce everyone in their path. The golden plants take everyone in their path, from pirates to the few security guards who stay to see the carnage. We start to fall back into the bay, the plants retreat into the walls, and the few pirates still conscious, try to run back to their ship carrying their comrades. “Child’s play,” I said. Then, a pull on my hand makes me realize Roronoa has dashed behind me. The leash pulls as I see him catch a man's sword mid-attack. His hands coat with haki and break the sword in a swift motion, but in the movement, he rips the leash. How dare he? Fuckwit broke the leash, and to protect me of all things? He needs some respect beat into him. This pathetic show has gone long enough. “Golden Sword!” From the floor to the ceiling, a sheet of gold swipes the pirate ship in half. Pieces of wood fly everywhere, and Tanaka, the head of security, arrives at the scene with reinforcements into the bay to finish the job. When Tanaka sees us, he flies through the rumble of the battle like a ghost and says, “I'm sorry for the delay, sir. The newbies did not report the ship info as it approached.” “Which one of you is responsible?” I ask one of the securities. The man froze in place. His body trembled in fear as he said, “It was me, sir,” I kicked him into the dock, and the man splashed into the water. “Don't make the same mistake twice, or you’ll meet the same fate.” Tanaka trembles as he says, “Yes sir,” “Let's go, Roronoa. You can't find anyone to do anything right these days,” I said. I only want to break this pirate into my personal fat slut. Is it too much to ask? I barely got to use the leash before this monkey broke it. What's the point of taking him around the ship without it? The fun of the whole idea is ruined, and all because he can’t follow a simple order. If he can't behave like a proper pet, then I will treat him like he deserves.

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Zoro

Why now, of all times, he decides to use that thing? Feeling those vibrations inside my butt in the middle of a fight is a low blow. 

To make matters worse, he picked me up like a sack of potatoes and jumped into the air. Everyone from his workers to the pirates invading the bay looked up towards us, and I had to do everything to hide my raging boner. 

The scent coming from his body is the same as the one in his room, but something different stirs in me after I smell it from the source. I feel the vibrations within me and the scent pushing me closer to the edge than before, and I think this might be the moment I get to cum. 

Looking down, I'm brought back to reality. I can't do that here, not only because everyone would see me creaming my pants; but also because the loading bay has turned into a horror scene of golden plants destroying everything in their path.

My erection deflates as we land back, but I'm sure a wet spot is forming in the back of my underwear. With luck, it won't be visible through the pants.

He got rid of most of them in a single attack, flashy bastard. The security team starts to flood the bay while the rest of the pirates run. That’s when one of them dashes toward Tesoro. Yes, I can still have the final attack. I can read the man’s movements with my haki, catching his sword mid-attack and snapping it like a twig. 

Let's see what he thinks of that. Even if he also uses haki, he can't match my speed. Instead of seeing his usual shit-eating grin or annoyance at my superior speed, his face is filled with rage. His eyes fixed on the broken leash that now dangles from his wrist. He moved his hands, and a sheet of gold cut the ship in half. That moment reminded me just how powerful he was within this city.

After the mess in the loading bay was cleaned up we moved out. He was awfully quiet after that. No boasting of his power or influence, no showing off his riches. We just walked. Maybe he got lost.

“Where are we going now?”

“Keep walking,”

I don't get him. First, he is all annoying trying to start a conversation, then suddenly he is the silent type. Maybe he is more angry about the leash than I initially thought. What about it though? he can just reconnect the gold.

“We’re here,” he said.

From the outside, it looked like a greenhouse. Glass panels covered most of the structure with golden frames to keep it in place. Once we got inside, we were met with a zoo. Golden fountains with weird-looking fish and exhibits with animals I vaguely remember from Little Garden.

As he led me through the zoo, he said, “I use this place to entertain my guests. I have all types of exotic animals, the biggest collection in the known world,” 

We stopped in front of an empty exhibit, and he added, “Even then, you know what I'm missing? Roronoa Zoro,”

“A pterodactyl?”

“No.That too, but a pig. I'm missing a pig, and you'll do just fine filling that spot,”

“What? I’m not a pig-”

“You sure are. Even as my prisoner, you have stuffed yourself in every restaurant I take you for weeks now. If you are so sure, prove me wrong then,”

He suddenly grabbed me by the back of my neck and threw me inside the cage. I tried to stand back up to fight back, but with a snap of his fingers, the collar that was still wrapped around my neck was pulled down, keeping me grounded. 

He entered the cage, crouching beside my face and saying, “You did a big number today. You managed to break the one rule I gave you, openly defy me in front of my subordinates, and even after gaining this weight,” he said, grabbing my sides.

“You still have the audacity to deny your true nature as a simple-minded pig,”

After that, he turned around and snapped his fingers, the collar no longer pulling me in place. Before I could get back up to strike him, he was out of the cage. 

“Are you just going to keep me here? Just like that?”

He didn't reply to me, keeping his focus on a panel beside the cage. After a few taps, he looked at me drily and pointed to the trough on the side of the cage.

“I’ll leave you here for two hours. If I come back and there is still food in it, then you prove me wrong that you are not a pig,”

When he finished speaking, he made a final tap on the panel, and the trough got filled with food.

“There is no way I could eat that much even if I wanted to.” Who does he think I am? I’m no fatass.

“We will see Piggy,”

He then pointed to a clump of sheets on the floor, “By the way, that is your bed, in case you want to sleep after your binge,”

He starts to walk away, waving at me as he goes.

Is he really going to leave me alone after weeks of only seeing his face? I almost felt free if not for, of course, the cage. 

As I lay on my new bed, I rejoiced; there was no more wall for me. Then I felt it, the vibrations continued. No, no, he can't just leave me here with this thing on. My dick began to harden while I tried to get myself to sleep. The constant stimulation made it impossible. 

The smell of the food got to me, and my stomach grumbled. Well, at least if I have some food, I will get my head off the thing hitting my insides.

I get in front of the trough and see all the food inside. How does he expect anyone to eat this much? Only Luffy would stomach all of this in one sitting. After grabbing a piece of deep-fried sea king meat, I sat back against the wall and started munching on my lunch. 

Finally, a meal without that creep over my head! The meat was tender, dripping with fat and juices. The seasoning for the covering is so rich I can't put a finger on all the spices used on it. I see some stir-fried vegetables that make my mouth water. They are seasoned to perfection with the tiniest hints of sweetness to them. 

I reach out to grab another piece of food but stop just before grasping anything. 

“My stomach has calmed down,” I mumbled, licking my fingers for any trace of syrup.

I don't feel stuffed like when I go out with Tesoro, just satisfied. This food must be normal, not like the stuff he has given me before. My appetite must have grown from all the meals with him though. Eating three servings of food before feeling satisfied wasn't typical for me before this ordeal.

Getting to the hay bed, I lay my head back and put my hands on my stomach, rubbing it slightly. I noticed what I was doing but shrugged it off. I've been getting so many of those massages I got used to them. The sensation of my hands slick from my meal rubbing against my stomach begins to relax me at first, but slowly, it starts to feel more enticing than before.

The vibration in my ass continues, and alongside the massage it makes me all horned up again. Could this be the way that Tesoro mentioned? How do I do this myself?

“Savor this moment Roronoa, 'cause you won't feel it again until you learn to do it on your own.” 

Those were his words the last time I got to cum. They have been burned in my head ever since. I've tried everything in my power to get this burning energy out, but I just don't know how. And if this is the way, I'm willing to give it a try. My dick tents and leaks pre through the jeans as I continue to massage my stomach, the feeling is intoxicating, but It's missing something. 

Then I release a belch and my middle grumbles. How can I be hungry again? The smell of the food continues to tempt me. I can't eat anymore. I will end up stuffed like all those times before. Then it hit me, the massages to my stomach felt the best after I stuffed myself full of food.  

I slowly approached the trough with hazed eyes filled with lust and hunger. I don't have to get to that point where I feel sick. Maybe just some extra food will do. Once I'm full, I’ll be able to cum.

Grabbing some roasted bird legs and ripping a big chunk of meat, my brain fills with bliss. My hands grab food items after the next double-fisting them. All of the flavors mixed in my mouth and drowned my senses. The filling of fullness makes me go into overdrive, hunching over the trough to continue my feast. 

The vibration from the probe is hitting just the right spot to get me going, so while I rub my stomach with one hand, the other grabs for more food. The heat within me grows with each bite. I can feel it, it's coming. I take one final bite of meat, and a wave of ecstasy crashes over me. I can't suppress a moan as the biggest load of my life comes out of me. The stream of semen continues even when my moans are interrupted by a massive burp that echoes through the zoo.

After that, I collapse on my back and look at the glass panels of the ceiling.

“So that's how you do it on your own.”

I bask in the afterglow of the best nut of my life when I realize I should try to do it again before Tesoro comes back. 

I stopped myself. No, I can't indulge like this anymore, especially without the gold strawberry forcing me to do so.

But, Who knows how long he will keep me as his prisoner? and with how crazy he is, he could put me back on the wall as soon as he comes back from all I know. One more go wont kill me.

I take these awful jeans out and discard my underwear, now covered in semen and buttjuice. Shit, I am seriously leaking a lot. I try to check myself and notice my ass cheeks are coated with liquid. Whatever that thing is doing to me, at least I hope it doesn't kill me from dehydration. 

Making my way back to the trough, I notice two-thirds of the food is gone. Close call, I have to be more careful this time around, but I feel so full already that I'm sure it won't take as long to cum. Putting the underwear on the floor just in front of me, I start to eat from the leftover food.

The vibrations and the food make their magic, getting me all horned up again in no time. I can't hold my mouth as it moans in ecstasy.

“Just one more donut, is that beef jerky? One sausage won't hurt,” I would mumble to myself as I munched on more of the food.

I devoured mashed potatoes, gravy, and ribs. The sauce for the ribs was thick and smokey with the mashed potatoes being silky and buttery. My whole body and soul is trying to calm my raging stomach as soon as possible.

Nine swords style asura.

My body speeds up demolishing through the food in record time, moving to whatever else is in my reach. To the naked eye it would seem as if there were three of me eating through this shit ton of food. 

Finally, another rush of pleasure fills me and I cum over my underwear. Yes, perfect aim. I huff for air, collecting my thoughts. Still, my dick remains hard. This is what happens when you deny release to a man for weeks. My stomach is filled to the brim regardless of all logic, I crave more food, more pleasure, more of this feeling inside me. 

My face turns white when I grab another piece of food, and I find the trough empty.

“Did I really manage to eat all of that?”

My stomach looks tight as a drum, the trough is empty, and I'm covered in sauce and juices from the food. When Tesoro finds me like this, he won't shut up about it. Suddenly, I heard the trough make a mechanical sound. I hurry to see what the source of the sound is. The trough fills with water and when it's full, the bottom lid of it sinks into a passage underneath the floor. After a few seconds, the lid comes back with a new set of food. 

This must be an automatic setting of the zoo. It will continue to fill the trough with food whenever it empties. 

With a full trough and my impulses satiated, I put my pants back without buttoning the fly and laid back against my new bed, finally managing to enjoy a nap.

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