The Golden Ratio - Chapter 7

The Golden Ratio - Chapter 7

(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)

Tesoro

I woke up the next morning not by the sunlight or the sounds of work outside my home but by the raging fire in my crotch. The pheromones exuding out of Zoro have intoxicated my body during the night, leaving me in this delirious lust state.

It's ironic in a way. My office was filled with a carefully crafted cologne, using an enhanced mix of my body odor and pheromones, to drive Roronoa into a heat. Now that he is constantly craving release, his body has developed an odor capable of getting me crazy with desire. 

It takes all of my willpower to enter my bathroom jerk off, take a cold shower, and get ready for the day. When I reenter my bedroom, he yawns, rubbing the sleep of his eyes. 

“I was about to wake you up. We have to get going.”

He stretches on the dog bed I so charitably got for him. After looking around, half asleep, he asked, “What's going on?”

“It’s already morning, and we have work to do. I thought it was obvious,”

“No, I mean, why did you take me here last night.”

“You are my pet pig. It’s only natural I get your bed in my bedroom.”

“That makes no sense.”

I thought he would resist more to the pig nickname, but he is getting used to it. 

“If you would rather sleep in the wall I can arrange it.”

“So when we have breakfast?” he says quickly.

This man is an open book. I don’t even have to use the vibrator to make him agree with me.

“Change into those clothes so we can head out,”

He stood up, reaching for the clothes. When he unfolds the pants, he shouts, “Hey! You don’t expect me to go around only wearing this?

The pants are black leather chaps, open on the front and back. This ass goo squirts everywhere now, so why bother with regular pants if they will be socked in the liquid by noon. Not to mention everyone can see the ass I have conquered. 

“Of course not! you are so willing to go around the ship slutting yourself up?”

I pick another garment on the table before saying, “Obviously those, go with this.”

His eyes widened when I revealed a pair of bright green thongs.

“There is no way I will go out like that,”

“It’s your choice pig, but I can’t trust you to stay roaming around my house without supervision. You might eat everything in my cabinets or spend the day cumming your brains out. I guess I could put you back on the wall or even the cage.”

“Ugh fine, I get it. Give me the stupid thong, you pervert,” he said, annoyed.

He starts to dress up. My eyes fixed on him the entire time. The thong outlines his dick leaving little to the imagination. The back is a single string of fabric, perfect for easy access. He puts on a new crop top. This one has a gap on the front, leaving his tits open for grabs. The sleeves cover the forearms tightly, while the rest of the arms are open to the shoulders. 

When he is done, his face turns red as he looks in a mirror. Massaging his nose bridge, he says, “I look like a pervert. I’m no better than Frankie in these. How low have I fallen”

I get behind him, slapping his ass, he jumps from the shock and looks at me mortified, his expression changes when he sees what I’m holding.

“You have fallen into my hands to the deepest pits of paradise. Now, are you ready to go out?” I said, holding a golden collar.

He grabs it and nods.

“The same rules as before, clear?” I said.

He nods again as the collar attaches to his neck. We got breakfast before going out, and he almost ate my entire pantry. With my pet pig dressed up and stuffed from breakfast we moved out of my quarters.

“Where are you taking me? To another pirate raid this time?”

“Not this time. We have some repairs to do around the ship,”

The fountains for the golden splash’ deform under the stress of the high-pressure golden stream. Every once in a while, I need to come and check them, using my power to put them back in shape.

“You know, I’ve been thinking about adding another fountain for a bigger splash. What do you think?” I asked, patting the side of one of the fountains.

“Oh sure, why not make it three since you are at it?” 

“That’s a great idea, the more gold, the better right?” I replied.

I laughed at how obvious the solution was, while Roronoa sighed into the air. Maybe he is hungry again. He really does have a bottomless pit for a stomach.

After a stop for some mochi, we went to the treasury vault where a mountain of riches are stored, 

“I have to touch some of the new gold to make it work with my powers. Isn’t this the biggest pile of onld you have seen?” I said,

“The walls here look thick. I’m sure I could cut them down though,” he said unamused.

The sword brain doesn't care about the money in the slightest. He must be crazy or just dense.  

Regardless, we moved to the main theater, where thousands of dancers, singers, and gymnasts performed a musical presentation clamoring for my name. 

“Are we just going to see the show?”

“Of course not. As the showrunner, I need to make sure we are up to standard. I’ll take notes from the performance and give them pointers when they are done,”

“I see,” he replied before sitting beside me.

When the show started, my eyes quickly caught every misstep and improvement before writing them down. Midway through the performance, Roronoa asks, “You don't spend that much time with your crewmates. Don't you trust them or something?”

“When you get as much power and influence as I do, you realize everyone is with you for their own gain. In a way, I trust you more than them,” I reply without losing focus of the dancers.

He grunts at my answer, continuing to watch the show. When the performance is over, a shower of applause floods the theater. I turned around to see Roronoa's reaction. He was sleeping like a dead man. This pig has no taste in art! 

Among the loud cheers of the crowd, I could hear his stomach rumble. I guess it's time for lunch. At least I know I can keep his attention when it comes to had.

He wakes up gracefully after I slap him in the face. He gets angry for some reason, but after I explain that we are going for lunch, he quiets down and starts to walk out of the room.

“Hey, don't rush. You don’t even know where we are going!” I say as he walks down the hallways of the ship.

After I pulled him back with the leash, he asked, “Aren’t we going to the Golden Pearls?”

Surprisingly, he was going in the right direction, just the wrong restaurant.

“No, we are going to a different one,” 

We got to the limo and drove to the Bucanero’s. 

The restaurant looks like a ship cut in half, divided by a waterfall and a small river. The structure was made with the front half of a pirate ship, while the bottom half was from a marine vessel. Both sides have see-through panels in the points they split, giving people on one ship a complete look of what happens in the other.

Wooden steps form a path over the river into the respective buildings. The path doesn't have a railing. When I made the workers build this thing, some architects warned me this could be a bad idea, but I continued anyway cause it looked cool. Now that I'm walking the steps again, I regret shooting them from the cannon.

“Isn't this place too big for a restaurant?”

“Bucanero’s is a bar on the first floor, a restaurant on the second and third floor, with a nightclub on the deck. We optimize the space of the ships to their full capacity,”

I look back to Zoro, checking if he tries to pull a stunt. But he just looks at the ship's interior and says, “A bar, huh? It's been a while since I had some good booze,”

We passed the wooden steps and went inside the left building. I wanted the ships to retain their authenticity. The problem was that keeping them as they were meant, there wasn’t much gold for me to work with. I felt relief as soon as we entered the building, even when Zoro saw the river flowing under us. 

I take a seat beside the cut of the ship before saying, “A meal is better suited with a good view, don't you think?”

He looked at me uninterested and replied, “I don’t mind as long as the food is good.”

I decided to give Roronoa the menu. I plan on stuffing him with whatever he orders.  He takes the menu and looks at it for ten minutes, then points at the menu and says, “That’s what I want.”

”Water? You just want water?”

”What? No! No way.”

”But you’re pointing at water.”

”So that’s what it is.” he said, perplexed.

”You can’t read?”

”I had to train! Plus, I know how to read numbers.”

”To count to three?” 

“To count the bounty of the pirates I use to hunt.” 

“Then how do you read newspapers?” 

”I…I look at the pictures.”

I had to fight my laughter, so I called the waiter and told her to bring everything on the menu.

Once the first plates of food arrive, Zoro grabs a fork, ready to start. That's when I move my fingers, and the beads inside of him form into a vibrator, pulsing wildly.

His eyes look at me, wide like an owl while he keeps his mouth shut. I can see his struggle to suppress his moans from the stimulation.

“What's the matter? Keep going,” I said while taking a forkful of BBQ pork.

“What the fuuuuck, uhhh do you think yoou are doing?” He asked.

With gritted teeth, he waited for my response while I chewed slowly. Savoring the moment to its fullest.

“Since you were so bored today, I wanted to play a game. Let's see if you can finish the whole menu before you cream your pants,” I say before taking another spoonful of food.

“Once you are done, I will turn off the vibrator,” I say. 

He tries to reply, but I intensify the vibration, and he quiets down, grabbing pieces of bread to stuff in his mouth.

I see his hands move fast, bringing plates of rice to his mouth, eating spoonful after spoonful without taking a break to breathe. Every time he is halfway through a plate, I slow down the vibrator, and as soon as he finishes, I up the strength again.

His ass pulsates with the vibrator, gushing more of his juice into the chair. His pace increases as more of it drips out of him.

He forgot utensils, grabbing greasy cuts of meat with his bare hands. The fat in his arms jiggles like bags of lard with every sudden movement he makes. 

The grease and sauce of the meat splashes into the plate, with drops of it staining his exposed belly. It jolts as his owner continues to stuff it beyond what any person could consider normal. It almost looks like it grows the longer it takes Zoro to eat.

He is finishing a plate of steamed buns when the waitress arrives to take some plates back, and that's when I drove the vibrator deeper into him. His eyes roll back into his skull as his mouth releases a deep moan. As if that didn't draw enough eyes to us, a belch escapes him halfway through it. 

The waitress looked in shock, Zoro was red as a tomato but continued to eat without restraint, pretending nothing had happened.

“You must forgive my guest. He has a voracious appetite and a piggish manner.”

“Of course, sir, we take it as a complement to our food,” said the waitress nervously.

She left us with her hands filled with empty plates.

“Wow, you saw her face? I guess she had never seen a full flesh pig eating in a human restaurant before,” I said while Zoro dug his face deeper into a plate.

“And she hasn't even noticed the mess you are making with that butt of yours, I would hurry up if I was you. You don't want to put up an even bigger show to the people on the other side,” I say, pointing to the ship across us.

His expression turns grim as he realizes the full magnitude of his audience. I chuckle as he redoubles his efforts double fisting fries and sandwiches. Trembling slightly whenever I send a shock to his innards.

The way his lips twitch, the way his tits droop over his belly as he leans forward to eat closer and closer to the table, the way the table cuts into his packed stomach. It's all a spectacle I want to burn in my memory. The pirate hunter, making a pig of himself as he gets off on food. 

His body reacts against his will, his instincts taking control. Moans start to leak between mouthfuls, just to be suppressed with more food. Making a cacophony of grunts and whimpers that make music to my ears. His ass clenches around the vibrator, looking for more friction, grinding against the chair, making it squeal against the wooden floors. 

A part of me wants to take him over the edge, push him to walk out of here covered in his seed. But a deeper part of me screams louder, let's see if he can do it on his own. 

The last plate lays on the table, Zoro’s eyes are glazed by need, hunger, and doubt. His body trembles as he grabs an eclair and shoves it in his mouth. Half of the pastry vanishes between his lips in a single bite, and his muffled moans are the only evidence of how much he loves it. He hasn't fully gulped the first half when he shoves the rest. 

When he is done I turn off the vibrator, and he looks at me with something I haven't seen since he lied in the cage, a sense of victory.

“That’s what you call a challenge?” he says before releasing a loud belch.

“That barely got me going,” he added.

This hog is going to be more fun than I anticipated.

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Zoro

My disdain towards the food and stimulation turns to ambivalence. My belly has a mind of its own, making me eat a shit ton of food. What if I gain some weight, I can always lose it as soon as I'm off this ship. I’ll follow Tesoro’s whims for now, as long as he keeps my stomach full and needs covered. Just like today, we are getting out of our last meal and I'm stuffed. 

I nursed my full stomach as I said, “Could we go to the Lounge? I need a break.”

“You look exhausted. I didn't know glutting on food could be such a workout for you,”

“Shut up, I’m just in the mood for it,”

He chuckles, leading the way to the Lounge. 

We enter the darken room, and Tesoro activates the wall projections, this time around the tunnel to the main Lounge takes the shape of the Boin Archipelago. The deep forest of food opens up around us as we make our way to the bean bags.

The smell of food relaxes me on the walk. I feel my mouth water with the mages of the food. My belly is painfully full, but the more I absorb the images, the more I imagine myself eating the foliage of the islands. 

When we get seated, I feel how my body sinks on the bean bag deeper than before. Tesoro is so cheap at times. He should change these old ass beanbags, they deflate so easily. The images of different islands continue to appear: a food festival in Alabasta, harvest in the tangerine fields of Cocoyasi Village and more views of Whole Cake Island. Even as the golden hands massage my rounded middle, how I can feel so full yet so hungry? Most of my days have been like this lately. Before the idea can drill more into my head, I fall asleep.

“I don't know how you manage to nap so much throughout the day. You shouldn’t even be that tired. All you did was eat and plop your ass here,” Tesoro said, picking me by the collar.

Maybe I’m lazier than usual, but It's only because of his challenge at the restaurant. He lifted my body up, our faces close to one another, and I replied with the only thing I could think of.

“Buuoarp.”

He drops me to the floor while fanning his face. 

“You are getting used to the hog category fast, you disrespectful swine,” he said.

He sounded slightly angry, but I could see his dick marked on his pants after that. After the massage he gave me, I was sure he got off on the changes in my body. Even then, I keep forgetting just how much he enjoys it. A part of me sees it as flattering, while the other is wounded. I mean, he sees me as a pig to play with! A hot pig, but still a pig.

“You pushed that one out with all this movement. Next time let me sleep a bit longer,” I replied.

He started to laugh, and he said, “Keep lazing like that,  soon you won’t be able to stand from the dog bed,”

After that, he slapped my butt and walked to the exit. I was about to argue, but I saw the distance between us growing, the leash tightening. I speed up to keep pace, carefully grabbing the golden collar around my neck. 

Tesoro might enjoy my company, but I'm sure if this collar snaps, he is going to leave again to starve, and it's the last thing I need. My stomach grumbles as if agreeing with me. 

We stopped to get some mochi. I couldn't spend another hour without something to chew on and distract myself. 

We go to other errands around the ship, only coming back to his quarters when it's already dark outside.

His bedroom is as pompous as the rest of this ship. Marble floors, golden ceilings, a round bed big enough to take half the room with red hangers that wrap around it, a long golden vanity, and a lavish bathroom. The only simple thing in the room is my new bed resting on the corner.

Tesoro enters the bathroom while I get to my bed. I pop a new mochi into my mouth since the last one dissolved a minute ago. Tesoro left a mini fridge with a few of them beside my bed. In case I need one later.

The taste of grapes fills my mouth as the sound of the bathtub filling with hot water relaxes me. The steam from the bathroom escapes into the bedroom when I hear the splash of water. He must be bathing now. Maybe the hot water will take the smell of cheap cologne out of him. 

It hits me for a moment. I have grown used to his scent. I am sure this room should reek of him, but the smell in the room is pleasant, soft, somehow more manageable. Then he begins to hum inside the bathroom. His voice is always so full of arrogance; it's shocking to hear him just being, normal. 

My body stays still, listening as his hum turns into a song. He sings a song I heard years ago. It's about a man who never confesses his love to his lover and re-encounters her the night of her wedding to someone else. Tesoro’s voice rises as he follows the lyrics, but in the latter half, he goes back to hum and goes quiet. After that, he continues inside, eventually going out only covered by his towel. 

His defined body glistens with the water from the bath still dripping from him. My eyes trace all over his figure, and I can feel my insides churn for attention. I chew on the mochi, trying to keep my composure. His massive arms flex as he dries his hair, the same arms that rubbed against my body yesterday. My body must be remembering the massage, how can I feel so hot when I came just yesterday evening? I need to hold myself for now. I can't lose now.

“See anything you like?” says Tesoro, looking at me.

“You wish. Finish dressing up and turn off the lights already! I want to sleep,”

He snickers, dressing up and getting on the bed. In hopes of distracting myself from my needy dick, I say, “Your singing isn't half bad.”

“Still as nosey as always.”

“I shouldn't have listened?”

“I'm more surprised you cared to listen. It's the first thing I do, that you pay attention to besides food,”

“It's not my fault the places you take me are boring,”

“Let’s see how bored you get in a couple of days. I arranged for a world-class star to perform.”

“World-class star. You mean like Brook?

“The skeleton? No, that sack of bones can sell out an arena, but she can sell out any stadium easily.”

“Stuff like that is… not my style,”

“What is your style then? because if it’s only a restaurant or lounge you are more of a swine than I thought,” 

“Swords and booze”

“You simpleton,”

“If you sang something more like in the bathtub, my ears won’t bleed”

“...” 

The room felt empty, before he said, “I’ll take it into consideration,”

The next week passed with a similar motion as today. Tesoro continues to sing in the bathtub; different songs come out of the bathroom every night. He always pretends like the singing wasn't for me to hear, that I'm just nosey again. Whenever I praise him, a cocky smile paints his face. I guess it is better to have him in a good mood. 

The other thing that becomes a routine is my dick and asshole leaking profusely. Tesoro resorted to turning the beads into the buttplug just to ease my constant flow of juice, but the stream was too much to contain. Ever since that last message, I haven't been able to get released. Tesoro hasn't offered to help me again, and I feel too embarrassed to ask first. 

This morning, I woke up grinding against my bed, with a pool of my own liquids saturating the bed and part of the floor. My mouth drools with the mochi I've been chewing since last night. Everything is so hot I can feel myself getting close to a boil. That is when I opened my eyes and saw Tesoro standing over my bed.

“You are staining the floor with your rut.”

My mind cleared up almost instantly from his eyes glazing over my body stuck to the plush of the bed.

“I can't let you go out like that. You need a bath,”

My body slowly rises from the bed. Putting yesterday's clothes on, I groggily walk behind him to the bathhouse.

Once we got there, his eyes stayed focused on me. Nobody ever kept their gaze on me like this. I wasn't doing a better job of keeping my eyes away. My body stays frozen as he submerges in the water. 

“Come in, don't leave me waiting for so long,” he said.

I dive into the hot water as well, letting it do its magic. While my muscles relax, my eyes instinctively look back at Tesoro. Forcing myself to look elsewhere, I wonder, this is not the first time seeing a man naked. So, why am I looking so attentively? Maybe I'm just admiring his strength. He is almost twice my size after all.

“Want to help me scrub my back?”

“Sure,” I reply.

Carefully scrubbing all the way to his butt. My dick twitches, lingering on the view.  

“You still need to pass some challenges before going there, Roronoa Zoro,” he said, looking back at me.

“What do you mean?” I said, sinking into the water.

“Don't worry about it, your turn,”

I turn around, facing the pool's edge. His hands make quick work of scrubbing my back. The firm movements become slow and deliberate, exploring the curves of my figure. I can feel his eyes focus on me, even without turning back to check. 

That's when he leans in against my back, the foam mixing between us as he stretches his arms around me.

“I thought it was just the back,” I said.

“You need all the help you can get, pig.”  

He cups my chest, teasing my nipples with his thumbs. A moan escaped me, this area of my body has grown more sensitive by the day. The jolt of electricity they send to my core grows stronger, with every flicker.

The pair of hands move south as he says, “There are places in your body you are forgetting to clean,” he said.

Small splashes of water are heard when he shakes my folds of fat. When did those get there?

“Like this spot under your moobs, sweat and grease collect here. No wonder you always reek.” 

Leaning closer, with a thumb in my belly button he proceeds to grab my belly. Shaking it up and down, waves forming in the water from the movement. 

“There wasn't much of a belly for me to grab before, you have come a long way to get this big,”

The image of my body in my head and the one I see in front of my eyes clash. I knew I was gaining some weight. It's to be expected after the amount of food I have eaten daily. But I didn't imagine it reached this point. It feels like reality became apparent at that second, I'm fat, there is no other way around it. 

“The best part is that your body knows you crave more of it,” Tesoro says.

He dropped my belly for the last time, making a loud splash. His hands rubbed my skin, going to my sides in circles.  

“Every time you reach for another piece of meat, grab an extra slice of cake or pint of booze. That is your belly taking control, ” he added before grabbing my love handles tightly and shaking them.

Every shake makes my dick leak into the hot water. His aggressive but hypnotic touch makes me lose myself in the motion of my belly and the water. 

“There is so much more of you to grab. I could barely pinch your sides before, and now I could carry you like this,” he said.

Embarrassment paints my face red, panting for air. I feel the breath of Tesoro on my neck as he says, “You have surpassed my expectations, your body is a love letter to all fulfilled desires of the flesh. Anyone who sees you would be able to tell that.”

Tesoro's anticipation is tangible behind me, and his breath fastens with every word. Strangely enough, a sense of pride comes over me. Knowing that my body has this effect on him makes my dick harden. I make a low whimper, craving for more of his words, more of his touch. He must have noticed because he separated from my back, moving his hands to my back. 

“Come on, you know what you are doing,” I grunted.

“I don't know what you mean. I'm only helping you clean up,” he says.

He grabs my asscheeks, the firm grip on them makes me moan. I can feel my asshole gushing liquid, needing something inside me, his fingers, the dildo, anything.  

“You also need a good cleaning here,” he adds, rubbing his fingers around my hole, the liquid making the entrance slippery to his touch.

“do it.”

“What? I couldn't hear you.”

“Just do it.”

“Ask properly for it then.”

“Please Tesoro, just help me.”

“My pleasure.”

My hole opens up, the plug reforming into the beads and moving deeper into my body. Afterward, his fingers make their way inside. My body trembles at the feeling, steadying myself with the pool's border.

“Your hole really gets you going, doesn't it?”

“Yeah,” I mumble.

“Don't you love how full it feels? How do my fingers stretch you?”

the only reply I can muster is a low moan.

“There is something I could use to make you feel even better. If you beg for it, of course.”

“Come on, you sadisitc fuuuuck.” 

His fingers push deeper inside of me and my eyes clouded with lust. To hell with this.

“Do whatever you want, you fucking tease,”

“That's all you needed to say.”

I felt something trust its way into my ass. It fills me thoroughly; the sensation reminds me of the dildo, but this has a radiating heat, pulsating with each of my heartbeats. It rubs against that spot inside of me, and my heart goes into high gear. 

“You trained a lot with that dildo. I can just slide right in. Even then, you are so tight,” he says.

He pulls out by a few inches before rushing back inside, his body slapping against my buttcheeks. My eyes open, the rush of pleasure fries my brain, with my body moving against my will, pushing back into him.

“Greedy boy, you want more of me?”

I have never imagined something else could give me this level of exhilaration. While Tesoro’s body sticks to mine, I feel my mind unwind. At the same time, the fire of carnal desire grows. Wait, his body is sticking to mine. What is inside of me?

“What did you put in?“ I ask, panting for dear life.

“Are you serious? Even you can't be that dense.”

He pulls out, leaving a void inside of me. Even between the doubts and fear, I crave the fleeting feeling of fullness to come back. He steps back, giving me a chance to see. Turning around, my eyes find Tesoro’s dick hard as a rock, glistening in my butt juice.

“Is this sex?” I asked. 

My eyes stayed glued to his dick as he swung it from side to side before saying mockingly, “You said sex is supposed to feel good and make you cum, right?”

Getting closer to my body, his dick rubs against my entrance.

“You tell me, does it fill the criteria?”

A part of me wants to recoil, run away, find my friends, and pretend this never happened. The other one wants to cum so badly, it doesn't mind having sex with this megalomaniac. My head debates amid the turmoil, but my body takes action before me.

Pushing myself against his rod, the feeling of fullness returns, accompanied by a shock of electricity. Was that the beads?

“Thought as much, let me show you what real sex is about,” he said.

With a snap of his fingers, the beads vibrated widely, taking odd intervals to shock me. The nipple stamps sucked my nipples, matching the action of the beads. My head spun around with the energy rising inside me. 

“That toy does work wonders. I can feel your whole body trembling with it,” he said.

My ears partially heard him. Most of my brain was too focused on trying to absorb as much stimulation as it could.

Without warning, Tesoro started to pump his dick into me, his movements were wild like a buck. Every time his dick rammed into me, the beads and stamps would shock violently. 

His voice became rough, huffing and laughing with excitement. Tesoro’s energy was contagious to me for the first time. My voice rises, laughing in the heat of the moment and moaning whenever he pushes deeper into me.

“Yes, tell me how much you love this.”

“Just keep going. I'm getting close.”

“You need a lesson in stamina, you can’t cum until I tell you to.”

Fucking bastard, I can feel the cum boiling inside of me, ready to shoot. I try to collect as much as my body allows, and we continue to clash against each other. 

“Get on with it already. I've been waiting for days now.”

He pulls out of me and grabs my body by the sides. He then puts me down on the poolside, my back against the tile. 

“I want to see your face as you cum.”

As if getting fucked by him wasn't problematic enough, now he looks directly into my eyes as he does it. The intensity of his trust grows by the minute, my body jiggling at the rhythm of his pumps. My heart feels ready to jump out of my chest, 

That's when he says, “Cum with me.”

All I can do is nod. The rest of my brain power is being used to keep myself from cumming beforehand. 

With a final thrust, he hits me in the perfect spot, and my entire being catches ignites. We both came at the same time. While a wave of cum rushed through my insides, jets of cum worth a week flew from my dick. My body spasm and tremble from the rush, making me spray cum everywhere.

We both basked in the lingering feeling of climax. Tesoro finally pulls off of me, and with a snap, the but plug comes back to its place. 

“So, that was sex,” I say. 

“The best sex of your life.”

“Egocentric dick.” 

Another challenge was completed.

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The Golden Ratio - Chapter 6

(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)

Tesoro

He tried to stand up fast after I told him to follow me out of the cage, but the floor was coated in so much liquid he tripped with his step. That cactus syrup did a number on him. 

His stomach roars so loudly even I can hear it, but I don't want him leaking his ass pussy juice all over my ship. The smell of it is also strong, a sweet scent that entices me to grab him by the side and take him to my quarters. I resist my urge though.

“We are getting a bath first, then you can stuff that needy belly of yours,”

“I’ve never been so keen to shower before,”

“I have something even better than a shower.”  

While the idea of seeing his fatten-up body demolish a restaurant menu or two is enticing, I can’t deny the idea of sharing a bath with him sounds way more rewarding. I will see the fruits of my work in all its glory.

He remained restless on the way to the bathhouse.

“Is it close by?” he asked.

“Close enough, why? You don't want to be seen?” 

“I don't care about that, I'm just hungry. The sooner we deal with this the better,” 

“Don't worry, after this, we will have a proper meal,”

When we got to the bathhouse, he went straight to the changing rooms. He started to strip right there and there, with no snarky remarks or questions. He just went with it. The guy was hungry, that's for sure.

He speeds for the water right after the last of his clothes hit the floor. I saw him jumping into the water, splashing everywhere while I removed the rest of my clothes. 

When I entered the water, he was standing up to leave.

“That was refreshing, now to the restaurant,”

I grab him by the side and throw him back into the water.

“You haven't bathed in weeks, clean properly, you pig,”

“Pfft, fine. I thought you wanted me to be a pig,” he said before diving into the water.

He re-emerges shortly after, floating lazily with his eyes closed. I move closer to him while he relaxes, and I take my time marveling at his body after almost two weeks in the cage. 

Where there used to be abs, there now lies a belly that floats over the water. It spills to his sides, taking up more of his frame. I'm hypnotized by it, slowly rising with every breath he takes.

The definition on his arms and legs banished, leaving supple thick sacks of meat decorated by stretch marks. 

And yet the one thing that keeps growing bigger than anything is his tits. As big as they were already, from the muscles that he worked for years, they now ballon with a thick layer of fat. They led his step, weighed down by their sheer size, but now they fighting for space with his belly above the water. 

He must have gained at least fifty pounds, mostly focused on his chest and ass, a few days of indulgence, and nobody will be able to tell he ever set foot in a gym.

My eyes go to his dick still in its cage, and I wave my hands to take back the ring for now.

He stirs from the movement and looks down to find his released privates. 

“Are you going to give me my dick back?”

“You don’t use it anyways, but yes, you can clean it up better this way,”

He smiles at me and sinks back into the water. I immediately pulled him out and said, “You are not allowed to cum. If I see you trying to, I will get you back in the cage with human portions for real,” 

“Okay,” he said with a blank face.

To anyone else, he is acting as always, but that glimpse of fear was clear as day for me. 

I released him from my grip, and he continued to soak in the warm water. 

“How is Luffy and the crew doing?” He asked.

I was surprised he hadn't asked earlier. The straw hats have remained busy thanks to the several missions my team had saved for them.

“They are in Zou. No matter what we ask of them, they keep getting into deeper problems,”

“And-?”

“And then we lost communications with them. Someone forgot to feed the Den Den Mushis,”

“But they were okay?”

“Of course, besides they are the Straw Hats, they will be fine,”

He looked at me inquisitively and sighed.

“They are a handful, but I'm sure they will be fine.”

I have no clue if the Straw hats are even alive or not, but this will keep him calm in the meantime. 

“Could you help me wash up my back?” I said.

He looked back at me and replied with squinted eyes, “Can't you wash yourself with your golden hands or something?”

“I don't have golden eyes on my neck. Come on, I will help you afterward.” 

“Uggh Fine,” he said.

He moved behind me fast. I don't know what surprised me more, his speed even after gaining so much weight or the fact he moved this fast to scrub my back. 

He stays behind me silently. Most likely admiring my wide, muscular build, then he says, “How did you get that star mark?”

This son of a bitch.

“Not everybody knows I came from poverty. I worked myself to the bone to get this far, and that star is the mark that shows I’ve been reborn,”

“I prefer to remember my mission through the scars of battle, but this is also cool,” 

His movements are slow and deliberate, scrubbing carefully around the area of the scar. He is transfixed by it, and weirdly, I appreciate this reaction. The scar was there to cover a story of shame and abuse, but he is looking at it with reverence. 

Once he moves lower on my back, I can feel his touch change. It lingers longer on my skin, allowing himself to explore the definition of my muscles.

There is an element of conquest in making another man desire you, to crave you in a carnal way. For me, the idea of someone as prominent as Roronoa Zoro, the pirate hunter, the second in command to the Straw hats, reduce to a hedonistic pig that only craves my cock is the ultimate sexual conquest. If he hadn't met me, he might have been a dominant partner. That's why this is the highest testament of my ability to corrupt and please anyone I set my eyes on. 

When he’s done, I turn around offering to clean his back. He accepts, and I admire the subtle ring of fat that his chest forms toward his back, it lightly touches his arms in a soft embrace. His rolls are starting to form, pulling down at the base of his back. His flesh molds to my touch, while I run my hands around them. I squish the tender fat and he jolts for a second, as I continue to rub his skin he relaxes letting me continue. These soft rolls of fat might be subtle now, but not for long, pig. 

His breath is laborious as he leans back against my embrace. He is enjoying the attention, allowing me to indulge and all I wonder is, how far can I go, how far will he let me push? My first instinct is to grab his side and shake the supple flesh, feel its jiggle under my fingers as he holds a moan that makes my dick stir to life. 

I could go further, push him to what I know we both want. It's evident by the smell of the thick liquid emanating from his ass, the smell even here is strong enough to make my body heat up. But there is still more for him to learn before we cross that bridge, the last thing I need is to mess things up if he gets scared from a rushed opportunity.

Grabbing a bucket I splash his back with water and he turns to look at me, his eyes are flooded with need. For almost a week he has been needing release and soon enough I will give it to him. For now, we get out of the bath, dry up, and start to change. I got him a bigger size of the green crop top and sweatpants he had worn before.

"Were you trying to make me do sex back in the cage?" He asked as he put on pants

I couldn't contain my laughter as I replied, “You are really the most innocent man I know, Roronoa Zoro, how could any of that be sex?”

“Because it's supposed to feel good and I cummed.”

“Only you would conclude anything that feels good and leads to cumming would be sex,”

“Then what was it?”

“It's how real men release stress, usually people learn when they're teenagers."

“I was busy learning how to be the greatest swordsman in the world,”

“That's why you've always seemed so stuck up. At least you're more familiar with it now.”

He looked at me, finished dressing up,  waiting for me to do the same. While I button my shirt he asks, “Can you hurry up, I'm starving here,” 

“Don't rush so much pirate hunter, I will make it up to you for the wait,”

We got into the limo and drove to the Golden Pearl. When we entered the VIP section Zoro sat at the same table we used the first time we came. He is a man of habit, I will give him that. 

The waiter takes our order and we wait for the food to arrive. In the meantime, Roronoa attacked the basket of shelled nuts that was placed at our table. At the start, he bit the shells and spit them out as soon as the center was consumed, but as the basket drained he spent more time playing with the shells in his mouth. Could he have an oral fixation? 

When the food arrives he goes to town, eating everything in front of me, while before I had to encourage him to indulge he now takes the wild in the gluttony. Belches, groans, moans, and whimpers for more food, become the only sound emanating from this room until Roronoa eats the last plate of food. He seemed to forget that I was even here.

“I ordered something you might like,”

“What would that be?”

“Dessert”

“And what type of dessert?”

“It's mochi, a new recipe that one of our chefs engineered. It holds its texture and flavor for hours,”

“Is that even possible?”

“Everything is possible with money!” I shout enthusiastically. 

“Everything except making you discreet,” he said.

He lay on his chair, resting a hand over his belly, and waited for the dessert to arrive. 

Minutes later, the waiter came back with the plates. Both our plates have a ball of colorful smoke swirling slowly. The smoke is kept in place by a bubble that the waiter pops with a needle once I signal her. The fumes pours out, revealing the mochi inside. 

Roronoa remained bored on his side of the table until the aroma enticed him. The cloud carries the scent of strawberry, cherry, pineapple, watermelon, and more, all in a fruit punch of sorts. 

“Good presentation, isn’t it?”

“It’s interesting,” he replied.

He keeps trying to play cool, but I can see him swallowing the drool that pools from his mouth.

“This smoke is just for show. It’s a mix of all the flavors the mochi could have, every piece has a different set,”

“A different set? Shouldn't it be one per piece?”

“Give it a try and see for yourself,” I reply, biting on the mochi.

“The flavor changed,” he said, surprised.

“Every so often, the flavor of the mochi will change. Try to guess each flavor while you eat it.”

His chewing sped up, savoring the soft texture. We stayed there for a while, allowing Roronoa to point out some of the scents in the food. Once his stomach wasn't as full we moved out of the restaurant.

His demeanor is calm during the drive back to my office. He continues to chew on the mochi, his head facing the buildings outside. He is so quiet for once, you could think he is sleeping.

“snore. . .munch. . .snore.” 

Wait a minute, I touch his shoulder to see the bastard is asleep, how is he still chewing into the mochi? Is his oral fixation this strong?

“I didn't expect you to enjoy it this much,” I said quietly. 

Zoro

At some point on the drive back to his office, I fell asleep, the mochi still fresh in my mouth. I'm impressed with how it retains the same texture since dinner. The flavors it had so far were mostly fruit-based, cherry, and melon, but when we entered the building, it started to change again into matcha. 

When we entered his office, I noticed something sitting at the corner of the room. He walked to his desk and started to work while I stood there waiting.

“Aren’t you going to put me back on the wall?”

“Do you want to get back in the wall so soon? I thought you would enjoy to use your legs for a little longer,”

”Cut the crap, you know what I mean.”

“I wanted to reward you since you finally admitted your true nature.”

“The best reward you can think of is not torturing me as much.”

“Would you rather be in the wall?”

“I didn't say that.”

“Perfect, I also got you a new bed, you can sleep there instead of the wall,”

He pointed at the thing resting on the corner. I approached it, and any expectations I had were thrown out the window. It's a plush dog bed the size of a futon.

“You couldn't give me a futon like any normal person?!” I shout.

“This is more in line with you, now be grateful for my generosity and be quiet,”

I am about to retort when he spits his mochi into the baggage bin under this desk.

“Why did you spit it out?! Mine is still feeling fresh,” 

“Of course it does. It's supposed to last over eight hours, but I can't wait for that long, and I would choke if I tried to swallow it whole. So the best thing is to get rid of it now,”

He could have given it to me instead of eating it halfway. What a waste.

I throw myself on the dog bed and leave him to work. The bed was so fluffy on my back. I won't say it out loud to him. It's already embarrassing enough that I had to admit I'm a pig, to now also admit I like the dog bed.

While I try to get a nap, another problem becomes apparent. Ever since Tesoro removed the cage, I've been fighting my lust, but my dick hasn't gotten the message. Even when the beads are standing still, when the only food in my mouth is the mochi and my nipples are left alone, my dick remains rock hard, tenting my pants and leaving a dark spot of precum. 

My hands drift inside my pants, now saturated with butt juice, drawing closer to my butt cheeks. My ass has also been on overdrive, gushing more liquid as the itch inside me continues to grow. Even when I'm off the wall and out of that damned cage, I’m tormented by this. At least I’m not being starved to death.

I’ll have to take my hands out of my pants, or else I might lose control and cum in front of the golden perv. His threat is still fresh in my head to just ignore it.

“You are not allowed to cum. If I see you trying to, I will get you back in the cage with human portions for real”

Fucking bastard. I can't just go back to the cage. I try to keep my mind focused on the mochi, drawing more of the flavor, ignoring my aching dick. But each bite makes me feel more in need. Fuck what is wrong with me?

“You seem to be pretty frisky,”

“It's all your fault,”

“Is that so?”

“Of course, you got me hooked in all types of weird shit to now leave me hanging,”

“I just showed you stuff everyone already knows. You are the one who can't get enough of it. Let's get you a massage, maybe that will help you relax,”

“Wait, you are just trying to get me back in the cage.”

“What? No, why would- “

He sniffs the air for a second and starts laughing, “Are you so pent up you fear of cumming from the massage?”

“Anyone would be like this after having that cock cage for five days,”

“No, you are like that because your needy dick is just like its owner, it has no satiation,”

I grit my teeth with anger, not only because he is right, this is my fault, but also because If I take his offer, I risk going back to hell. I've been craving those massages for a while now, and this bastard must imagine as much. He is just playing with me after all.

“What about this, if you cum because of me, I won't punish you,”

“Won't count if the massage table makes me go over the edge,”

“It does count if I'm the one who does the massage, besides I think you need more than the massage to cum at this point.”

Unfortunately, he has a point. The last days in the cage proved that I needed more than one type of stimulation to cum. Even in that, my body has turned greedy.

“Fine, let's get this over with.”

With a snap of his fingers, the massage table appears from the floor. The arms are nowhere to be seen. 

“You haven't had a massage in a while, you must have a lot of stored tension,” he said.

While I started to undress, my eyes caught Tesoro’s shirt and jacket flying across the room to his desk. When I'm done, I see his shirtless body beside the table, taking away his rings.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

“I'm getting ready for the massage. What does it look like?”

“You know what I'm asking!”

“Oh right, you are a poor ignorant pig. Most masseurs use their whole bodies to relieve tension, of course, the table can only use its arms, so get ready for the real deal,”

I roll my eyes and get in position over the table.

He puts the same oil I got used to, but as soon as his hands touch my skin, I notice the difference from the golden hands. 

His warm hands move firmly over my feet and calves, releasing all tension. As he goes up to my thighs, he says, “These are bigger now. Is that because of the squatting on the dildo, or from all the food you guzzled at the trough?”

I try to reply, but he grips my thighs, and I have to close my mouth to hold a moan. 

“I can't even close my hands around them. Just imagine how much they will grow if you keep eating like that, pig,” he said, gripping my thigh.

The grip on my flesh is strong, rubbing along my leg, slowly moving up until he gropes my asscheeks. He slaps one of them before applying pressure in circles.

I yelp before he says, “And these two, they have fattened up nicely. It must be from all the time you spent sitting on your ass, eating like there was no tomorrow. They already looked great when I saw you hunched over the trough, but now they are even better,”

The more he plays with them, the more I feel the held-back energy in me rising, my penis continues to leak against the table while Tesoro adds, “Maybe this is why your butt has been so hungry for attention, It's grown so much it has an appetite of his own,”

He moves up my lower back leaving my asshole alone Damn it! It does crave more attention. Why am I like this?

Suddenly he climbs over me, his legs at the sides of the table with his pelvis resting over my ass.

“What are you doing? You are going to crush me!” I say, feeling the weight of his body.

“I have easier access to your back muscles and stop complaining. I know you are loving it from how much you are leaking,”

“That doesn't mean anything,”

“It does, just like a dog’s tail when it's happy, you leak profusely the more excited you get. You can't deny it when it's gushing out of you this much,” he says, slapping my butt again.

I can feel him again groping my ass, and the next time he touches my skin, I hear the splash of liquid against my back.

“Did you hear that? All of that was your butt's juice,”

Before I could reply, his elbow crashed against my spine. I feel a crack when his full body applies pressure on me. A wave of stress leaves me, and I can feel my body melting under his weight. 

The motions are so strong it makes my body rub against the table, teasing my nipples and cock. Every time he leans forward, I can feel his bulge rubbing against my ass.

“You have a nudge of tension here, or is it just a fat roll? I'm not too sure,” he says, grabbing my belly by the sides.

“It does feel like fat to me, doesn't it pig?” 

He leans in closer to my head as he continues to grope and jiggle my flesh. I bite on the mochi, focusing on the flavor and texture, but his words ring in my head all the same.

“You are a natural pig after all. This new flesh must feel good. All of it was made from pleasure, meant to give pleasure,” he says.

He continues to explore my body from behind. Resting more of his body against mine. He gropes my chest, saying, “And these jugs, ready to be milked! they are so fat and juicy, Do you have any idea how they bounce as you walk?”

His fingers flicker the stamps on my nipples, and I moan deeply.

“Your nipples seem bigger. Who would have thought they would adapt so well to the nipple stamps,” he says before he pulls on them.

I huff for air after a loud moan escapes me. He removes his hands from my chest, moving away from me before rubbing his palms over my neck. My body is almost at the tipping point when he moves his hands lower on my body. He parts my butt cheeks, and I feel his fingers teasing my entrance. 

“Your pussy is so lubricated, it doesn't mind me just entering,”

“Pussy? what are you talking ab-?”

My words were cut short when his fingers entered me in a single shove. I felt the shot of pleasure making me see white.

The cold touch of the golden hands pales compared to this. I whimper, feeling the need for him to go deeper, to scratch that itch in the deepest of my being.

While the golden hands massaged me, slowly pushing against the flesh like a simmer. Tesoro goes for a more aggressive approach, going straight to boil. His fingers go in and out of me, taking their time rubbing the deepest point inside of me.

I feel my ass contracting against his fingers, yearning for him to touch more, to go deeper, to make me cum sooner. My brain starts to go haywire, looking for the chance to cum, and before I notice, my ass is pushing back against his hand.

Suddenly, he stops and I continue to push myself until he says, “Tell me you want it,”

I'm brought back to reality with that, and I chew on the mochi as I try to fight the need. But I can feel his fingers so close to the point that makes me jolt with pleasure, if he just pushes just a little more, I would cum. So, in the silence of the room, with no other witness but ourselves, I said, “Please, make me cum,”

At that, he immediately assaulted my ass like nothing ever before. I yelled as his fingers ravaged that spot, rubbing aggressively. The flood of heat from my ass and the flavor in my mouth were too much to take. It doesn't take long for me to feel my balls rise and my ass clench as I cum against the table. 

Between mouthfuls of mochi, my moans flew out. They were so loud and deep that I wasn't sure if someone could hear them outside the room.

When my body finishes trembling from the pleasure, he pulls out of me. 

“Let me know whenever you need help, and I can give you another one of those,” he said as he licked his fingers and moved away from the table.

My body feels so relaxed, so empty of all worries or stress, that I end up falling asleep at the massage table. When I wake up, Tesoro is already cleaned up and back in his usual clothes.

“Finally awake, I thought for a second that you would sleep there for the rest of the night,” he said.

“Of course not, I still have to finish my mochi,” I replied.

I see Tesoro left a towel beside the massage table, using it to clean the excess oil off my body. I put my clothes back on and drop on the dog bed. 

I spent the rest of the night chewing on the mochi, my mind lingers on the reality of my situation. My body has gotten used to the constant barrage of stimulation, the release of energy, and the touch of the miserable golden bastard. 

Every second of it makes me seethe with anger, but what irritates me the most is how much my body craves it. 

I have allowed my stomach and dick to take control of my decisions. At least I can keep some pride in winning Tesoro's challenges. Eventually, I fell asleep, waiting for him to finish whatever he was doing.

My eyes open, and I see the floor moving underneath me. As my eyes refocus, I see Tesoro is carrying my limp body over his shoulder. But I'm so tired, my eyes close again thinking it must be a dream of sorts.

When I open them again I'm back on the dog bed, but looking around me, I notice this is no longer Tesoro’s office. The golden finger did move me.

“Where did you take me? isn't it late already?”

“We are in my quarters,” he said calmly.

A part of me was annoyed at his audacity, but the bed was fluffy and my eyes were heavy. So I decided to worry about this tomorrow. As I continued to chew on my mochi, I leaned my head against the plush of the bed and let sleep take over. After so many restless nights in the cage, I can finally have a good night of sleep again.

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My baby boy, Aaacceeee

My favorite arsonist Ace🔥

Not sure how he can even fly now that he's so fat... Doesn't seem to be affecting his ego, though. I had this idea for something green lantern related recently, and after something my friend said, combined with inspiration from @bee-wg's post here, I came up with what's essentially a movie plot's worth of an idea and I had to draw this just to get it out of my system a little bit XD (This art isn't even really related to that idea LOL)

The Golden Ratio - Chapter 3

(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

We see ourselves as special, separated from the world we live in. When the pirates burn a neighboring island, we don't think of it as our problem, not until they come and burn everything here as well. Then we know the truth, we can all experience despair, slavery, or death. 

I have rid myself of the shackles of the world with the one true power, money. Those too weak to change their realities or too stupid to realize these are the rules of the world; are destined to be used by the powerful. 

And the man dangling from my wall right now is no different. While Roronoa, Zoro tries to keep a strong front, he is getting micro-dose with particles of gold that enter his body with every meal. With every day that he stays here, the pirate hunter and swordsman of the straw hats becomes more of my personal plaything. I’ll transform him in every way so everyone can see that he is nothing but mine.

My pheromone fumes in the room are already firing his head, keeping him aroused at every waking moment. Not to mention the golden rod deep within him, it will edge him until his brain is scrambled with the need for release. While they do their job, I’ll get to destroy the body he so tirelessly worked.

“How is my wall trophy doing? Enjoying your alone time?” I said.

“I’ll get that shit-eating grin off your face when I get down off this wall,”

“It's hard to take that threat seriously when you are about to bust a nut,”

He struggles against his restraints, yelling at me for a “proper fight.”

“There have already been enough fights. You haven't gotten any closer to defeating me, pirate hunter. Admit that you can't win against me,”

“I'm the man who will cut through everything, even you,”

“Mmm, maybe your brain is not getting enough food to see the truth. Let's have breakfast then,”

“I’m not hungry,” he replied.

“I wanted to take you out to a popular restaurant, but if you would rather stay in the wall, suits you right,” 

I wave my hand at him, making the golden rod speed up. The vibrations shook him to his core, he then looked at me for a second before answering “Fine, just get this thing off me,”

It was a bit unexpected to see him accept so easily, in any case, he was following the plan.

“Of course,”

I got him off the wall and gave him a set of clean clothes. Once he changed, we went to the garage, where our ride awaited. 

“Why does anyone need so many cars?” he said.

My garage is filled with multiple models of turtle cars.

“It's about the kachow!”

“What?”

I didn't bother explaining my superior taste in cars to him. My limo arrived anyway. We got in and drove through the city.

“And why so many cars if you make someone else drive for you? It's a waste.” he said, pointing at the driver.

Ugh, peasant.

We arrive at The Gold Pearl. The structure is a massive sphere built into the ship. The center of the sphere has a stage where live performers entertain the customers, with tables taking the sides of the structure. The roof is a rendition of Skypiea from the most renowned artist in the new world.

That's only the general admission section of the restaurant, which takes up to two-thirds of the space, leaving the upper third to the VIP section. Inside it, a group of golden droplets hang from the ceiling moving slowly, giving the illusion of waves in the sea. The sides of the sphere in the VIP section are see-through. Add to that the slowly rotating floors, and you have a great panoramic view of the city. Of course, the ungrateful ass didn’t spare a glance.

The waiting time for a table in the VIP area is over a year, or that's the case for everyone else. I made a call and reserved the whole section. Nobody was allowed to interact with Roronoa but me.                                 

“Get seated pirate hunter. The meal is about to begin,” I added.

He reluctantly sat at a table meters away from me. 

“What the matter, afraid I will bite?”

He looked at me with the utmost rage and resentment before standing up, walking to my table, and sitting across from me.

“Hahaha! You are learning after all!”

The waiter arrived handing me the menu. After inspecting it, I say, “Give me the steak with porcini butter and charred onion, and for him, the Sea King treat, white wine as for the two of us.”

“Of course,” said the waitress before leaving.

“What's the Sea King treat?”

“Since we encounter so many Sea Kings through our voyage, we have lots of their meat. It gets distributed across the restaurants at the Gran Tesoro. With each restaurant offering a full run of their best dishes with that meat, they all name it the Sea King treat,”

“I’m not that hungry. It’s too much for me even if I was,”

“There is no such thing as too much here,”

“I won't eat that much,”

“Once you try it, you will see it differently, one taste and you won't be able to put your fork down,”

“If it's like the rest of the food here, I doubt that,”

We wait for a while and the waiiter came with our drinks. She set both glasses on the table and before she could pour the drinks, Roronoa snap the bottle of wine off her hands. 

With his teeth he remove the cork from the bottle and took big gulps of the wine. The waiter looked with wide eyes as he downed the bottle in front of her. I laughed and asked her to bring more alcohol for the both of us. At least now I know of something he is weak to.

Our food arrived after the third bottle of wine went down Roronoa’s throat. The waiter placed plate after plate of meat at our table.

Roronoa looked puzzled at me before he asked, “You can't possibly expect me to eat all this?!” 

“Bon appetit,” I said.

We started to eat and by the end of his first plate, he looked ready to finish. So I moved my hands and manipulated the gold inside him to my will. Expanding the walls in his stomach, his expression changed as he felt the sudden void inside of him.

“Still hungry? Why not take another cut of meat, there is plenty,”

Before he could reply his stomach rumbled loudly. He evaded my eyes as he took another plate of food. He ate it faster than the last one, and again before he was finished I expanded his stomach capacity. He holds his stomach with a tormented look before taking another plate. Yes, pirate hunter, enjoy the meat, fill your guts to your heart's content, because I will make sure you only leave this place stuffed to the brim!

Zoro

What's going on with this food?

It's been an hour since we got here and no matter how many plates of food I eat, I don't seem to feel satisfied. 

The cuts of meat are savory, rich with grease, and saturated with sauce. They are so tender they melt in my mouth like cotton candy. Maybe that's why they don't fill me. They're all taste and have no substance. 

I finished my third plate with a burp, looking at Tesoro who finished his food. He looks pleased from his meal but that miserable grin of his gave me the creeps.

“Why don't you try the duck a l'orange, It's one of my favorites,” he said, extending me the plate.

I'm about to reject it when my insides churn, a belch comes up from deep within me and my stomach rumbles all over again. The smell of the duck mixed with my appetite makes me swallow my pride. I take the dish and get to work on ripping pieces of flesh and bringing them to my mouth. 

Not a day ago I was making an effort not to eat from this psycho, but my stomach roared like a wild tiger for sustenance. Also, if they wanted to poison me with something the damage is done. 

I pick the bottle of wine and down it in a few gulps, at least this is good. Some good booze is just what I needed to withstand this mess. Once the bottle is empty I ask the waiiter for more and I bring close a plate with sea king brochettes.

My attention is drawn in double-fist them, only stopping to breathe. All concerns besides filling my stomach are now out the window. Sushi, salad, meat, everything passes through my lips with a storm of grunts and burps filling the silence of the room. 

I took one last bite of churrasco when I felt the wave of fullness hit me. As if my brain suddenly realized I was stuffed beyond belief. I lowered my eyes and found my stomach tight and distended, strained against my clothes.

“What the-?”

“See, once you have one bite, you can't have enough of them,” he said. 

He stood from his seat and started to walk towards the exit.

“Come on, we wasted enough time here,”

“Give me a minute. I can barely breathe.”

“It's not my fault you made a pig of yourself. Unless you want someone else catching you like this, I suggest you get going,” he replied beside my ear.

Selfish prick, he is the one that orders enough food to feed an army. It's not my fault they were so light, except for that last dish. Trying to stand up I managed to see the rest of my body with more attention, grease, sauce, and pieces of food were scattered over my clothes. Fuck- I did let myself go. At least whatever got into me here won't happen again.

I accepted Tesoro’s invitation to get out of the room and its awful smell. But if that means eating like a pig for over an hour I’ll stay at his office. I'm already messing up my training schedule, I don't want to add fatass to my list of problems.

“What do you say? Do you want to do the same for dinner? I know you loved it.”

“I would rather die.”

The probe made itself known, vibrating deep inside me. It must have stayed there even after Tesoro got me off the wall. But after twenty four hours of it inside me, I must have gotten used to it. Now back to shaking my inside, I try to keep myself together.

“Fine, I will, just make it stop,”

“I don't know what you mean, but I'm sure you made the right choice,”

While we made our way back to the office, I could only nurse my complaining stomach and wonder if the walk to the Limo would offset the meal I just had.

We got into the car and drove back to Tesoro´s main building. When he opens the door, we are met by a pitch-black room,”

I thought we were going to this office. Where are we? 

“Don't lag, you don't want to get lost, do you?” he said.

“I can make my way back without your help.” 

With a sigh, I walk into the room. The door closes behind me, and I catch up to him. He snaps his fingers, and the space is illuminated, revealing a long white corridor. A tiny door on the wall opened with a Lemur coming out of it. His big, colorful eyes focused on Tesoro before he said, “Project Scenario 1.” 

The creature quickly got back into the hole, we waited for a few seconds. Then the white walls of the corridor changed into a rainbow of twirling colors. 

“What is this place?”

“It's a Lounge,"

“That answers nothing.”

The walls of the corridor start to change, now showing a deep cave. The image is so clear I would believe we teleported. I even stretched my arm to where the wall should be to make sure it was still there.

Tesoro continued to walk through the now cave-like corridor, and I followed his steps. 

“There are cast lemurs behind the walls. In the wild, they can project images from their eyes to scare predators. Here, they are great for making this augmented reality experience,” he said.

We continued to walk. The corridor changed into views of Fishman Island, Skypiea, Dressrosa, The Goa Kingdom, Alabasta, and even a land made of sweets.

“A candy land? They are imaginative,” I mumbled.

“Oh, all these places are real. We took the lemurs to memorize the landscapes and use them here,” he replied.

“To the candy land? You can't expect me to believe that.”

“It's Whole Cake Island. What? Would you like to go there even after that meal?” he said mockingly.

“Of course not! It's hard to believe something like that exists, more people would talk about it,”

“It’s the territory of Big Mom, no pirate in their right mind would go there. Don't blame me for your ignorance pirate hunter,”

I was about to try and strangle him when he suddenly stopped walking, and I crashed into his massive back.

“Oi, Why did you stop?”

“We are here. I told you this is a Lounge,"

He moved to the side and revealed a circular room. The walls looked like a night sky filled with stars. Inside, a group of beanbags filled the room. 

Tesoro sat in one of the beanbags at the center of the room, and I followed suit, knowing he wouldn't let me sit anywhere else. 

“Why are we in a Lounge anyway?”

“Just Shut up and enjoy it,” he said, closing his eyes and laying back against the bean bag.

I look into the different projections, trying to relax, but my stuffed stomach keeps groaning in pain. While I clutched it, Tesoro looked at me and said, “The bean bags have a massage setting. There is one mode that could ease your belly,”

“I do not have a belly! I'm just bloated from all that trashy food you pushed on me,”

“If it was so bad, why did you eat it all? I didn't tell you to do it. That was all you,”

“I-”

He cut me up and said, “Do you want the message or not? I wanted to come here and relax, not hearing your gut groan the entire day,”

The idea of the chair starting to massage me like the table brought mixed thoughts. I don't want to give Tesoro more opportunities to mess with me, not to mention If it starts going inside of me like the table I will die. But anything that could help me with the pain is worth trying.

“Fine,” I replied.

The beanbag sprouts two arms from its sides and starts massaging my shoulders. The gold bastard’s beanbag also starts massaging him, and I calm down for a second. The arms move to my chest and neck, the tension from the day leaving me slowly. Finally going to my stomach, they make circles over it, applying pressure now and then. I would burp occasionally, releasing some space, and before long the pain had subsided. 

They continue like this for a while, the feeling soothing alongside the images of the walls. I started to feel drowsy when images of Whole Cake Island started to show again. I could almost swear the smell of the sweets was real.

“Hey, wake up. I didn't bring you here to sleep all day,” said the golden jackass slapping in the face.

“What the hell is wrong with you?!”

That's when I noticed the smell of all kinds of food filling the atmosphere. The room now looks like a jungle of food, with donuts sprouting from trees and spaghetti waterfalls.

“So, is this place also real?”

“Yes, the Boin Archipelago has a series of islands that flourish food from their plants,”

“I owe an apology to Usopp. I thought this was another one of his lies,”

He looked at me with curiosity, and I added, “A crewmate said he went there, but he is the king of lying, so nobody believed him,”

His laugh thundered around the room “Not that many people go there and come out to tell the tale, he managed to do it and nobody believes him? That's just perfect” he said.

“Enough off time. You had your rest,” he added.

“Wait, can't we stay for longer?” I asked, not wanting to go back to the wall. 

“You are the one who fell asleep. Next time, try to enjoy the few seconds you have off the wall with your eyes open,” he said before walking towards the exit.

After fighting to get up from the cursed beanbag, I caught up to him. The corridor keeps playing images of the Boin islands with their respective scent. I guess the room also produces artificial smells to match the images. 

My stomach roars out of a sudden, and Tesoro looks back at me with a sinister grin.

“Hungry already, Roronoa?” he said.

How am I hungry? When I fell asleep, I was still so full I felt like a stuffed turkey. How long did I sleep?

“You are in luck, food is almost ready, and we can have an early dinner,” he added.

While I think of rejecting the offer, the images of the food and the enticing aroma make my mouth water. 

“Just this one time,” I say reluctantly.

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The Golden Ratio - Chapter 10

(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 fun had to end eventually. But of all times, those celestial bastards had to show up now?

“Get everyone ready Tanaka. I'll meet you at the harbor,” I said before closing the door with a slam.

I could hear him giving orders outside my quarters as I climbed the stairs back to my room. 

My feet freeze in front of the door to my bedroom, I collect myself to give Zoro a proper act. 

When I reenter the room he is still on the bed pigging out on our last order of fast food.

“What was it?” he asked.

“It was a stupid report. Nothing to worry about.” I reply before heading to the bathroom.

I planned on making a distraction to keep Zoro busy while those pieces of shit were on the ship. But we stayed here for too long, and I didn't have the time to make any preparations for their arrival. 

“Are you going out?” he asked.

“Yes, I feel like taking a walk.” 

When the Celestial Dragons come, we make a private path for them. Areas of the ship they would go to are evacuated in advance just to ensure they don't injure, enslave, or downright kill the other guests. 

If not, they would run wild here, making everyone run out of the ship as soon as they load on the bay. It's the worst way to kill business.

Zoro looks at me inquisitively as I put my clothes on. 

“You don't want me to come with you?” he asked.

Those monsters would pick anyone here and sink them in hell. My guests, my workers, even my pet, I can't let them go out of here all joyful, dragging my property with them. 

I can't let Zoro near them.

“You want to walk on your own?” I reply.

“No, but it's weird for you not to drag me along. Even for this.”

“Congratulations, you can stay in and eat until I come back.”

If I leave them waiting on the bay, they will get frustrated and rain fire on all of us. I have to get to the bay and welcome them without raising suspicion. 

“You’re trying to go check on the ship right? You have to relax, they can work on their own,” he asked.

He won't understand, he is too reckless and stupid to get it. I don't have time for this.

“It's just a walk, Roronoa,” I said with a sign.

“I’ll be back soon. So don't try to leave the quarters without me, or I will send you to the cage.”

His expression relaxes, and a smug grin appears on his face as he replies:

“Yeah sure, you are all bark and no bite. You know you can't get enough of me.”

The cocky bastard choose now to defy me? Even if he is right, I can't let him run around the ship with them around.

“Don't forget yourself Roronoa. I have gotten bored of all my pets in the past. I’ll get bored of you as well, especially if you disobey me.”

The air of confidence never leaves his face as he plops on the bed.

“Have fun on your walk, could you get more food on your way back, we ran out of nachos again,” he said.

“I will.”

Closing the door behind me, I ran to the garage and got into one of my turtle cars. Speeding my way through the ship towards the loading bay.

They always wait for me to welcome them into the ship before setting foot in. It's their miserable way of showing dominance, expecting the king of this island to stop everything for them.

As soon as I enter the bay, their ship is visible. The head of security sees me approaching and sighs with relief. The CP zero agents are standing in line to receive the celestial dragons. 

“Just in time, I ran out of excuses for them to wait,” said the head of security.

“Thanks, now let’s make this quick,” I replied.

From within the ship emerges the celestial dragon, and I feel my blood freeze in my veins. Of all the possible bastards to show up, it had to be Camael. 

He is responsible for the scar on my back. It covers the disgusting branding of the celestial dragons. He is riding a panda with a massive seat strap to his back. His stupid smile twitches under a long dark nose. 

Behind him comes his two concubines and a slave girl chained by the neck. 

“Welcome to the Gran Tesoro,” I said while acid made its way up my throat. 

The concubines frown at me as if they were ready to cut me up. Camael stares at me, as if studying my very core. I escaped the celestial dragon's grasp years ago. I was thinner, frail and scared. Even if my appearance has changed, I can’t deny that whenever his eyes lay on me I fear he will recognize me.  

“You know how disrespectful it is to make a Celestial Dragon wait, Tesoro?” said Camael with a smile.

Safe for now, but I need to get away from them as soon as possible.

I'm sorry for the inconvenience, sir. I hope you can find a way to forgive my tardiness,” I said.

“We waited long enough already, take us to our room. I want to relax and go to the slots,” said Camel.

“Yes, sir,” I replied. 

The CP zero members get the signal and move to escort them into their rooms. For a moment I think this useless banter is over, until Camael turns around and says:

“Won't you come? Tesoro.”

Damn them all! He is just mocking me. Fine, at least I can make sure they stick to the path we set. All I hope is for Zoro to stick to his lazy pig behaviour and stay in bed for now. 

“Of course, I'm on my way.” 

The path leading up to their rooms is a marble hallway with golden pillars, ceilings, and floors. The walls are filled with treasures and decorations from all over the world.

We advance through the hallway, nobody muttering a sound. 

“This place looks cheaper than the last time we came. Are the walls plain grey?” Camael said, breaking the silence.

His concubines nod to the remark while he looks back at me.

The Celestial Dragons easily accepted this route to avoid rubbing shoulders with the “human scum,” but that doesn't mean they go without nagging. We are at the biggest entertainment center in the world, but they complain about the wall’s color. 

Everyone’s faces are pale as he points to every mistake in sight. His laugh goes louder; all I want is for this miserable walk to end.

I can feel myself going insane with each stupid nag, but we are a few meters from their quarters, and I let my inner scream go unheard. 

Camael suddenly stops in his tracks, getting his eyes on one of the glass encasings at the wall.

“What is this this?” he asked.

Inside the display rests a delicate porcelain base courtesy of the Alabasta kingdom. 

My blood froze at the realization. The Celestial Dragons have a long-lasting grudge against the Alabasta royal family, if not the entire country. Camael could see this as an act of mockery. 

My tongue runs dry as I think of what to reply. I could lie, besides that Camael is an ignorant swine. Maybe he won’t notice.

The lie never goes out of my mouth since Camael pushed the encasing over before I had time to react. Everyone in the hallway is silent as the antiquity crashes on the floor.

“How lowly of this place to display fake trash on my path. I thought you had more class than this, Tesoro.” Camael says.

I must look terrified from the stupid smile he sports. I grip my hands and smile, trying to hide the turmoil.

“It's a shame, it looked real to me,” a CP agents murmured behind me.

“huh?” Camael looks back.

“I'm truly sorry, Sir Camael,” I said with a strained smile. 

Camael attention stays on me, he grins before fishing out a gun from his clothes. My heart race and all I can do is continue to talk.

“We weren't aware the base was a fake, I’ll personally-” 

A shot crosses through the hallway. The smoke from Camael’s gun still lingers as I feel a drip of blood run down my arm. Then, a loud thud comes from behind me, I turn around and see the CP agent lying in a pool of blood.

“Enough of this. I need to recover from all of this disgusting trash,” Camael says as he enters his quarters, followed by his group.

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I made it back to my car and got the muscle turtles going. 

As I sat there, my mind wandered back to the image of that CP agent. His body dying on the floor burns bright and raw in my head.

It could have been me. 

No, I’m the richest man on the seven seas, king of my own golden city. The only reason that idiot got killed was out of his own actions, fools should know how to act in front of those monsters. And yet-

I know, It could have been me. 

Isn’t that the fucking wildest thing? 

Years of work.

Sacrifice after sacrifice to build this empire.

Countless lives have been taken to forge my world. And for what? For a couple of imbeciles to put an Alabasta base in the fucking hallway?!

For those ignorant swine to shoot me in my territory and let me bleed like an animal?!

My hands grip the steering wheel, and I feel my powers make every golden piece in the car vibrate. The muscle turtles shake in fear as the car trembles, and my grip around the steering wheel tightens so hard that the metal bends under my skin.  

If I stay here any longer, I will rip the damn thing off the dashboard. So, while grinding my teeth, I get the car going. 

As I speed my way through the city, my mind runs through all the things that lead up to this. Everyone on this ship is useless, so I should have been there days ago. Making sure they didn't ruin everything and get me killed for no reason. 

Instead, I've let Roronoa dig himself into my quarters.

Allowing my ungrateful pet to consume all of my time. 

And for what? To ruin everything I have worked for?!

I won't let a pet be the end of me. I’m Gild Tesoro for fuck sake. I will make him and everyone involved pay.

Tomorrow I’ll execute him.

Finally I made it to my bedroom, pushing the gold plated doors with enough force to make them rattle against the walls of the room.

The sudden boom makes Zoro turn to me from the bed. The miserable fatass was still laying on the bed, eating in the same position I left him this morning. Only now, there are more discarded boxes and bags of takeouts covering the floor of my bedroom. As he struggles to sit down and look at me, I shout.

“Everything is your fault!” 

“I almost got shot! SHOT!”

“I can’t believe I almost died!”

“And for a fucking base? I’ll never go to Alabasta again!”

“And I’m wearing these hideous shoes, how could I go out like this?!” 

“Was the walk that bad?” Zoro said. 

He nods beside him, signalling me to sit on the bed. I sigh and get in place.

“My day is ruined,” I said.

“What happened?” He asked.

“A celestial dragon is staying in the ship, he shoot a CP agent right behind me and almost killed me,”

I grip the bridge of my nose, covering my face from the embarrassment this is. 

“After all this time, I'm still one bad word away from an early grave. And all courtesy of those monsters,”

“I saw them doing stuff like this before,” he said.

My sight is still on the mattress when I see him push a chocolate bar towards me. 

“Eat something. It might help,” he added.

I look up to him; his face has the same nonchalant expression as always. He takes a bite of a chocolate bar of his own.

I have dedicated my life to avoid the suffering the celestial dragons put me and Stella under. And in that path I have lost so much, and all of that just to be face to face with death again.

No matter how much I try to cover myself in riches, as long as those bastards rule the world I will be mice running from the cat.

So, why not make the most of the run while it lasts? 

Grabbing the chocolate bar from Zoro’s hand I take one last sigh, bite into the sweet and make up my mind. 

I'm done with all of this.

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Zoro

After Tesoro explained the situation he had just faced with the celestial dragons, I could only offer a chocolate bar. 

Now he sits beside me, eating a chocolate bar and looking less miserable. 

If sweets can't calm him down, nothing will. But why do I even care if he calms down or not?

This bastard kidnapped me, stripped me of my swords, and kept me as a lowly pet for months. If Tesoro is stressed, serve him right after swearing his loyalty to those monsters.

When he finishes the treat, my anger still rolls around in the pit of my stomach. He looks at me with a pained look in his eyes. 

“I'm sorry for shouting at you,” He said.

Of all the things he could say, that’s the one thing I wasn't expecting. This is the first time he felt the need to apologize. 

“Don’t worry about it,” I replied.

He nods and shifts back in bed, looking up to the roof, and I question if the man in front of me is the same bastard with the shit-eating smile and inflated ego who got me trapped months ago. 

It doesn't help that Tesoro's current state is in dire contrast to the one I've been hanging out with for the last few days. My new ability kept Tesoro calm and agreeable; he would just laugh carelessly as we watched TV and ate through the days.

I got used to our new routine and his more flexible personality. That may be why my stomach twists a bit, looking at him like this. All deflated as if he was hit with the power of that ghost girl from thriller bark. Just remembering her devil fruit power makes me feel miserable.

Beside me is a pile of food I got delivered minutes before he arrived. I planned to eat this as a snack before dinner, but I could give it to him. 

He defeatedly sighed, and I pulled a marshmallow brochette from the food hill. Dipping the whole thing in chocolate, I pass it to him; this should cheer up his moody ass. The hard-shelled sweet looked so appetizing I could almost taste it. 

“Here, I ordered some food before you came back. We could get started on dinner,” I said, my mouth watering at the snack.

He looks at me, his attention shifting to the sweet, and he takes it without much discussion. 

"I'm not a big fan of sweets," He said

"Then I'll have it back, you fucker," I said, pulling back.

He ignored me, and absent-mindedly bit the marshmallow. Each small bite eased up his mood. Still, he remains with a lost gaze, he needs to get that mind busy with something else.

Getting to a nearby bookshelf, I picked a random book tossed to him.

"Ouch, what the fuck?” He said.

“You can read for me,” I replied, returning to bed.

"Why don't you read it your- oh, right." He said.

He looks at the book cover and back at me.

"I'll read it just because you ask," he added.

Placing myself beside him in bed I move the little feast of snacks between us.

“I remember reading this book years ago; everyone in the North Blue knows about it. I never found it that interesting, but if you want to give it a shot, be my guest.” He said.

Tesoro opened the book and started reading the story of Nolan. He wouldn't eat while holding the book, so I helped him by bringing some food to his mouth as he continued. 

For a moment, we are back to how things were before this evening: me cutting him up to explain what happened on Skypiea and how it related to the story and him laughing at how foolish we were. 

“I would have stayed and ruled them as god instead of coming down here,” Tesoro said.

He took a bite of the chocolate from the pile and continued.

“We have enough problems here, but the sky islands are uncharted territory. I could do whatever I wanted as a god. A shame Enel was an idiot,” he said, stuffing the rest of the chocolate bar.

“What the hell is your problem?” I said.

“What?” realizing he said something wrong, the dumbass took another handful of chocolate to his mouth to shut himself up.

Before we realized it, Tesoro had finished the story and the food. Stifling a burp, I walked back to the bookshelf. All the books looked the same, so I threw another one onto his lap.

He looked at me with curiosity before stretching and inspecting the new book. 

“Ready for another one?” I asked.

“Is this going to be your new thing?” Tesoro asked me back.

“Maybe,” I replied with a shrug.

My belly roared angrily, and I was looking for a proper dinner. So, before returning to bed, I went to the phone to place another order. 

Despite my greatest efforts, my appetite has taken more control over me, but it's hard to resist the urge to eat when food and drinks are readily available.

I still remember getting into the business of pirate hunting just to get food on the table. Of course, it allowed me to hone in my sword skills, but what drove me the most was the money to buy food and sake.

Throwing myself to bed, my head landed on Tesoro’s thigh. The heat from his leg was oddly comforting, so I stayed there and made myself comfortable. 

Tesoro arched an eyebrow at my placement, but I just shrugged it off. He made a stupid smile, but before I asked him what was so funny, he started to read the book. 

Not an hour passed when the order arrived. It's a proverbial amount of food, but most importantly, it's a whole barrel of booze. I get a good buzz out of the drinks and feel the most relaxed I've been in months.

Looking at my side, Tesoro looks just as pleased. With a distended stomach, looking tighter than I have ever seen it. His hands drift to it in a slow rub, and he stifles a low belch before grabbing his glass for a refill. 

My eyes were heavy when night came, and Tesoro’s head bobbed as he tried to stay awake, barely mumbling through lines of text. 

With a push, I roll away from him and rest my head on the pillow. He wakes up from the sudden movement and puts the book on the nightstand. My heavy eyes stay on Tesoro as he heads to the bathroom. 

I slowly drift back asleep with the relaxing sound of the running water, and Tesoro’s low humming.

When I woke up in the middle of the night, my tongue was dry. A side effect of constantly dripping juices is needing extra liquids to replenish.

Rising from the bed I notice Tesoro’s eyes are wide open.

“Did I wake you up?”

“No, I woke up not too long ago,” he said.

I stay in place as he looks at me quietly. The room is still dark, but he is covered in sweat. Most likely, he had an awful nightmare. He would feel better talking about it, but I know how to carry a burden in silence. It's not my place to intrude more than necessary. 

Instead, I get closer to him. We exchange looks and it takes him a second to realize what I had in mind. 

“Wait, now?”

We have fooled around enough to waste time on pleasantries. So I find it odd that his first reaction wasn't to go straight into action.

“Cut the crap,” I replied.

I get my legs to cradle at his sides, looking straight into his tired eyes.

“I haven't gotten off today since you came here all crushed. All I'm looking for is my fix,” I said, pushing my weight against his lap.

He sighs, and a smile spreads on his face—it's a softer look than the one I'm used to, but I decide to ignore it for now. At least he is not acting all depressed while I offer free sex.

“You have turned into a greedy and selfish pet right?” He replied with a chuckle.

“I'm a pirate, I've always been a greedy bastard,” I said with a smile.

Tesoro looked to the corner of the room, his eyes still lingering with sadness, and for some reason, it angered me more than when he acted like a cocky idiot. Thankfully, his erection was more honest than his face, so I took it as my thumbs up to move forward.

Putting myself in position I pull Tesoro’s pants off, I do with so much strength they could have ripped, but he has the money to spare a pair or two. His cock sprung with a trail of precum dripping from its tip and pooling on his stomach.

Tesoro is a freak in many aspects, from giant-like stature to his strength and that damn devil fruit power. But here in the dark of his bedroom, I can conquer him in the one way I still have. 

I get in position and slide his meat in. Lowering myself into him, I feel the maddening sensation of him filling me. Three seconds faster than last time to adjust; that's a new record. 

The entry is still the hardest part, especially in this position when gravity pulls me down, and my gut getting in the way. Hopefully I can just slip inside without problem soon.

He tries to keep a tough look, cursing under his breath and a smug smile.

“What the matter, you just got in. Ready to cum already? Don't tell me you lost stamina, geezer,” I said. 

“As if. I'm just waiting for you to get going for real. I know you can go faster,” he replied before flickering my nipples.

I let out a low groan and grit my teeth. Teasing freak, he knows my buttons too well by now.

“I will show you fast then,'' I said.

Picking up speed, I lift my body fully out, just to crash back down. I get into a rhythm that makes us both see stars. But I need more than this to get off, and I'm sure he feels the same.

“Fuck, you have gotten better at this,” he says.

“I’m the right hand of the future king of pirates, I need to keep improving no matter the challenge,” I replied confidently.

“Idiot, only you would say something like that while doing this,” he said with a laugh.

He can say all he wants, but he is like clay in my hands right now. I control the speed and strength of every movement, if he cums or not it depends on me. And regardless of what he says, I know deep down he is aware of that.

We get quiet, both enthralled at the moment; the only sounds are the clashing of our bodies, the clapping of my rolls between each other, and the occasional moan as the session runs further and further. 

My body jiggles while sweat rolls from every fold of fat, soaking him in the process. It's basically a full-body workout everytime we do sex, maybe that's why I'm lighter than anticipated. A few days ago Tesoro told me I was 510 pounds, which I can lift easily with my pinky even two years ago, so I am still pretty lean all things concerned. For a second there I thought I was actually morbidly obese. 

“I'm going to spoil you rotten, show you why this bigger body was made for me and me alone,” He added.

His hips raised from the bed with vigor, and the energy building up inside my ass only grew by the minute. It's true, I had control over Tesoro when we fooled around like this. But there is something electric whenever he tries to flip the tables on me.

My body vibrates with each move, and every fiber of my growing body feels like it's going to explode. I can sit back and relax while he makes me feel at the top of the world.

After what felt like an eternity, I could feel his dick pulsing like a fire hose. I know this feeling, he is close, but so am I. I can even feel my dick straining inside the cock cage.

Sometimes, I forget the thing is there. The folds of fat around my waist and hips have made it harder and harder to see the cock cage, much less to interact with it.

Even when Tesoro removed it to let me cum freely, I’ve been cumming from my ass more often than not. 

“Ready,” he asked.

I only nod, and he speeds up before a torrent of cum fills my insides. Thats enough to push me over the edge and my ass spasm around his dick, leaking a waterfall of ass juice as I cum.

His seed is warm and thick like always, but no matter how often it happens, this moment after the act gives me this feeling of contempt. The satisfaction of a job well fucking done.

Hands sinking into me, he pushed me off his dick but let me fall on top of him.

“Oof You are heavier than you look Zoro,” He said with a huff of air.

“Shut up. Let's get back to sleep; at this pace, we won't wake up in time for breakfast,” I said, closing my eyes.

My legs are aching too much to be bothered with moving and if Tesoro wants me off of him, he can always push me aside. He doesn't. So, I stay here listening to his slow breathing as we drift asleep. 

At morning, a knock on the door woke us up. I grumble under my breath, and then notice Tesoro’s face still planted to my butt, with the bed shaking slightly. I tried to stand up, but his hands grabbed me by the sides and planted me in place.

“Tesoro, let go. Did you sleep at all last night?” I asked, rubbing the sleep off my eyes.

He loses the grip on my thighs, and I move to face him. A droopy smile paints his face and I don't think I have ever seen him so relaxed. 

“I slept,” he said lazily. 

The knock on the door goes louder and the bed shakes. The door can wait, but I want to check what's rocking the bed, even when I have an idea of what it is.

Asking Tesoro to move, he rolls around and reveals a massive wet spot in the bedding. This Golden bastard has been humping the bed since yesterday, and by the size of the stain in his pants and bed, I can tell he drained himself thoroughly.

Rubbing my eyes, I hear the door knock again, so loud it feels like it's hitting behind my ears.

“He is coming!” I shout.

“Tesoro, go see what’s up. I'm going back to sleep,” I said.

Tesoro blinks at me confused until he composes himself and goes to the door. I can faintly hear the conversation, but I try to ignore it. I'm trying to sleep, damn it.

“We have work to do,” Tesoro said. 

He entered the room and sat on the bed, an air of defeat in his voice. It's the first time he has sounded so sad about the concept of going out. 

“What is it now?” I ask.

“Team Meeting, same old,” he replied tiredly.

We stay silently in bed until he sighs and moves to get ready. He is quiet for a while, but he starts to mumble under his breath as he gets dressed. 

“I’m done with this. It's such a waste of time,” he said.

“Why do I need to get out of bed anyway? For Pirates, the Marines, my workers? They are all the same. All of them are useless,” he added.

I stay in bed, just listening to Tesoros ramble. While he looks for something in the cabinet, he sees something and suddenly quiets down. He looks back towards me at bed and a small smirk forms in his face.

“Come on Zoro, get off the bed,” he said.

I don't like that smirk, whatever he is thinking is bad news. Something tells me I will find out sooner than later.

Making some momentum to get off the bed, I move to the drawer with my clothes. Before I can pull the cabinet, Tesoro’s leg gets in the way. 

“What's the great idea?” I ask.

“I was thinking, we haven't left this room in a while. Since we are going out, why not wear something more- fitted,” Tesoro said. 

Tesoro extends his hand with a set of folded clothes. I take them, and it takes me a minute to recognize them. There is no mistaking it, It's the white tailor-made three piece suit Brook bought for me.

“You told me you burned this!” I said, mortified.

“We burned so much trash, I assumed this went down the hatch. Not to mention the tailoring of that thing, the shoulders were ill fitted, it certainly belongs in the…” blah blah blah, he said.

These are the clothes I was captured in. They look tiny in my hands, and unfolding them in front of me only confirmed it.

“Fuck,” I muttered.

“What's the matter? You complained so much about the clothes I gave you before. I thought you would be happy to get these back. Come on, try them on,” he said before sitting on the bed.

What a pain in the ass. Even then, there is no point in arguing. The golden hyena won't shut up until I follow along. Maybe it was better when he was all moping.

Bending down to pull my legs inside the pants, I have to hold my breath while fighting with the mound of fat in the way. 

“Struggling already? Why not try with the shirt?” Tesoro said with a chuckle.

I would have told him to shut it, if not for me trying to hold my breath. My legs got into the hole of the pants after what felt like eternity. Not wanting to spend another minute like this I pulled the pants up. 

They go over my ankles and calves but my blood froze when a loud rip broke the silence in the room.The seams keep the side and waist of the pants ripped right through leaving a huge gap where my leg was spilling over.

Tesoro looked at me with wide eyes. We stayed there looking at the open gap on the sides of my pants. Tesoro burst into laughter when I tried to pull the pants further up and button the pants up.

“What are you trying to do?” Tesoro said between laughter.

“That's nothing, I can still fit inside this,” I said.

“Wait, wait, try the shirt before you tire yourself out,” he added.

As if I would get tired just getting dressed. I'm drenched in sweat but it's because of the shitty AC in this room, nothing else. 

I left the pants wedged between my belly overhang.

My arms pass through the sleeves of the black shirt, but when I pull the front of the shirt to close the zipper, it barely comes halfway across my belly. 

Tesoro continued to laugh, only to approach me and try to close the shirt to no avail.

“Are you sure they didn't shrink this in the washer?” I said, pulling on the shirt fabric.

“Pretty sure, buffet hunter. All of this is just yours,” he said, shaking my sides.

“Get off me, I will close this thing,” I snapped back.

Tesoro stepped back, raising his hands and sitting back on the bed. His smile was wide and filled with desire, damn, he is really enjoying this. 

I suck my gut, trying to make the zipper connect, but I can hear the seams of the bands tearing before they can get an inch closer.

My best option was to leave the shirt open, not that I care. 

Tesoro raised an eyebrow at my smug smile while I flaunted my open chest. 

“Open shirt? You really are a slut” he said. 

“Hey shut up, okay? So what if I show some skin?” I said.

“There is no issue; the more of you out there, the better. But you are missing the vest and the jacket. It would be a waste not to try them on,” he said.

“I think we had enough,” I replied, kicking the tattered clothes and looking for something else to wear.

“Come on, don't tell me you didn't like it,” Tesoro said, closing in on me.

“As a matter of fact, no. Who would like to not fit in their pants?” I replied, anger seeping into my face.

“For all the food you eat, I would assume you do. And this here doesn't lie,” Tesoro said, leaning his body behind me and reaching under my belly to my penis.

In the moment's embarrassment, I ignore the heat in my lower body. Why was this getting me hard?

His hands explore my sides, and his breath is close to my ear. I have to suppress a moan as my face flushes with embarrassment and lust. 

My body is a mess, it craves all of these things. Why did I have to meet that bastard, and Why does he like this? I bet he wouldn't like carrying all this useless fat.

That spurts the idea in my head. 

I noticed something else. 

Tesoro's beginner belly against my back. Normally, I wouldn't notice such a thing, but this time it intrigued me. Like earlier, when he was out of bed, it jiggled from the vibrations; even his tits were plumper. Maybe he's like me after all.

Thinking back on it, I should have noticed. After days of nonstop binges and TV, there were signs. But I was too busy using my new skill, making sure Tesoro wouldn't drag me around the ship for some useless task. 

He is so agreeable after getting a taste of me, I even played with some suggestions while and upped his appetite to match mine. 

Eating with company is always more fun, right? 

All I wanted was to keep him busy and his head off work, but now I can feel the results of those binges. And while he enjoys exploring my body, the idea spurts in my head.

If I'm going down like this, I'm taking you down with me, Tesoro.

“Okay, you had your fun now. Let's get this over with,” I said, breaking away from him.

“Since when do you hurry for work?” Tesoro asked with a raised eyebrow.

“The sooner we finish this, the sooner we can return and order lunch,” I replied.

I could see the most subtle of smiles from him, almost as if he was trying to hide it. It was weird coming from the guy who laughs at the top of his lungs daily.

“Okay then, let's get going,” he said. 

After putting on some pants, Tesoro moved to the door leading out of the quarters, but stopped before opening it.

“Thanks for this morning,” He said.

“Why? We did the same thing as every other day,” I said. 

“You just made me feel better.” 

He turned around to look at me and gave me that smile—it's like the one from last night. So, it was not a facial exercise; he could smile without looking like a creep. 

By the time we entered Tesoro’s office, I felt more like the ship's captain than he did. 

On our way here, we encountered various types of beggar workers. They all asked where Tesoro had been and if he could help them later with their problems. 

Generally, Tesoro is more direct with his workers, dismissing requests or just dealing with them right away, but now he looks dazed. 

I didn't mind when people came asking if he would show up to fix cracks or dents in the fuselage. He would nod and agree, but something told me he wasn't even listening, but that's his business.

Then he would forget names, dates, and tasks, leaving us and whoever came asking for help in this awkward silence while he tried to remember how to be a captain.

At some point, I had to butt in and answer for him, or we would stay there for the rest of the day. He didn't complain about my help, and in his position, he had no ground for anyway.

Some of them need paperwork signed and he would absent mindedly put his name in whatever they brought. Forget reading, he was so distracted he ended up signing the head of a cook that wanted an opinion on a new dish.

The peak of idiocy was when they asked him to tend to the gold pipes in the main stage. I had to witness for a solid minute how Tesoro stayed quietly, trying too remember what they were talking about

You know, the giant golden pipes that shoot gold over the entire island. Just how much does he need me?

“You are a shitty captain,” I said laying back on the dog bed at his office. 

“I'm doing more than enough. Besides, it's like you said, they have to become more self-sufficient anyway,” he replied with a smug grin.

“Wait are you covering your ass or do you truly think today was just fine?” I asked.

“Boring meetings aside, today was great. They wanted stuff, I gave them what they wanted, and we are in time to go back to the quarters for lunch,” he replied confidently. 

The self-centered prick is that delusional. Well, I already knew he was a mess of a captain, but I mean, just where would Tesoro be without me at this point?

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