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The Golden Ratio - Chapter 4

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Zoro

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Where are we going now?”

“Keep walking,”

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

“We’re here,” he said.

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

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

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

“A pterodactyl?”

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

“What? I’m not a pig-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“We will see Piggy,”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nine swords style asura.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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The Golden Ratio - Chapter 5

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

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

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

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Tesoro

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You were right,” I replied.

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

He stays quiet, looking at me evaluating his options.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Zoro

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Not even close,” I replied.

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

I just shrug at him with a smile.

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

“You knew?!” I replied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Quit talking in riddles.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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The Golden Ratio - Chapter 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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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 8

(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

It’s been two days since the encounter in the bathhouse and Roronoa still acts like nothing happened. 

Regardless of him acknowledged it or not, something awoke within him. I can tell as much, with how his gaze lingers longer on my body. Whenever I catch him staring, he immediately looks away. Or, in today's cases he tries to play it cool. Well, as cool as he can take anything.

“What do you think you’re looking at?” he says.

“Looking at my biggest fan,” I reply.

“I’m not that big,” he replied.

“Not what I meant, but if the shoe fits.” 

He grunts before laying back on his bed. The dog bed was a good idea. He naps there most of the day, mindlessly chewing on the mochi. Sometimes I wonder if he is more house cat than human. 

“We can't stay here all day! Today is the special performance I arranged, so get your ass up,” I said, pulling his leg.

“Fine, just let me get some clothes and get this over with,” he yelled back.

While he got dressed, my attention went to his expanding body. Like a snowman starting to melt at the end of winter, his body droops over itself. His arms were thick as sausages, constantly rubbing against the ring of fat his moobs made. Tits that rounded out while they rested on his belly. A sagging gut that bounces with every ill attempt to fit in pants that were tailored for him pounds ago. 

After the evening at the bathhouse, he became more self-conscious about his weight, trying to curb his appetite with the mochi during the day. As if the constant calorie flow of sweets could help him lose weight, he was just too simple-minded. Even then, his appetite had grown more than either of us could anticipate, so his meals continued to grow alongside his waist.

In hopes of easing his mind, I sized up his set of clothes overnight. It was a hard choice since It was so enthralling to see him fighting against his flab. It's a shame but a necessary measure.

Once he is clothed, we set track to the main stage for today’s event. Most of the day was spent making sure everything was running smoothly for the performance.

By the time the concert was about to start, Roronoa’s belly roared, begging for food. 

“I’ll order lunch to be delivered to our seats," I said.

“Could you ask them to bring more this time around? I barely stayed full yesterday.”

“I will need to open new restaurants just to keep up with that appetite of yours.”

“You're just looking for any excuse to do more business,” he replied. 

Making it to the theater box. I throw myself against my chair, looking out at the crowd. 

“You were right, the place is packed,” he said, looking out the window before sitting beside me.

Before I could reply, his food was here and his attention completely shifted. The show is about to start but I have one last thing to do before. Let's get this over with.

At the side of the room was a control panel with a Den Den Mesushi. I ring it and not too long after, the voice of a woman resounds on the other end.

“Mister Tesoro, good evening.”

“Ready for the show, Uta?”

“Yes! Thank you again for the help financing us. This performance will be a great test of our streaming capabilities and-”

“Great to hear you are excited but remember this is not a rehearsal, I'm paying good money for you to give your best material.”

“Absolutely! I'm making sure everyone is happy today.”

“I'm counting on it. You go live in five minutes, so get ready.”

I hung up as she thanked me again. When her time is up, I grab the microphone from the control panel and press the button that starts the show. The lights on the stage go black and my face is projected for the audience. 

“Welcome everyone to today’s special event! Transmitting directly from Elegia Island, Uta!” 

My face vanishes from view to be replaced with one belonging to a young woman. The worldwide sensation makes the crowd go crazy. 

The uproar catches Roronoa's attention and he looks into the crowd for the first time since he started eating. His attention on her doesn't last long and he continues with his meal. Great, after paying for this much, not even this attracts the attention of the simpleton. But in all honesty, who could blame him? 

“We can choose the way of our future, Try a brand new path, we can change the world.” 

It's so generic, the most basic hopeful sentiments for the lowest denominator of an audience. The beginning of a song should be grand and extravagant, with the amount of money I'm paying, this girl has the audacity to sound slightly pitchy.

I mean it works in our favor, people get inspired and spend a fortune in our slots thinking they can make their dreams come true. But at the cost of putting me to sleep.

“Ugh, what an amateur,” I said through gritted teeth.

“What is the matter? I thought you wanted to see her perform?”

“Me? No, this was all for business. But she clearly fell off.”

“She fell off the stage?”

“No, I mean Soul King managed to get a platinum record within the first week of release. Or Maria Napole, she stayed in the top 10 for eleven weeks. Meanwhile, this is her first live performance and it's like a lagging Den Den Mushi.”

“Is it that bad?” he said looking down at the cheering crowd.

“They seem to like it.”

“Of course they do, they are simpletons. They are getting distracted with her dreams come true Mombo Jumbo, to realize she is lacking all musical talent. Any amateur could do better.”

“You could do better then.”

“I'm no amateur.” I barked back.

“Not what I meant but if the shoe fits,” he said with a grin. 

Cheeky little bastard! Then the idea popped into my head. Going to the control panel I pressed some buttons and the box turned silent. The room has a noise-canceling feature for private meetings.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“Showing you how a professional makes music.”

Not too long after someone knocked at my door, one of my workers came with a delivery.

“Here is the piano you ordered, Sir.”

The double doors for the room open to let the piano roll into position. After some preparations, Roronoa and I are left with the Golden piano in the middle of the room. 

I sat down in front of the piano, my fingers gracing its keys. My eyes glance in Zoro’s direction, he remains focused on the display of food in front of him. His expression is nonchalant as always.

Taking a deep breath, I get my hands to move, carefully playing each note of an old song. 

This song always reminds me of Stella, she was the one who got me to learn to play the piano. As the beat of the song rises my memory goes back to us, to her.

“I think your voice is lovely Tesoro, it would go along perfectly with a piano,” she used to say. 

In my attempt to entertain her, I starved myself for weeks, saved enough money to buy a piano keyboard, and practiced while singing to her.  

In those days my fingers would clumsily play the wrong notes, slip between the keys, or lose the rhythm of a melody. But she kept optimistic as always, rooting for me to improve. 

The years of practice have paid off, and now my hands make fast and calculated movements, as not precise of an instrument as the piano itself.

The structure of music is similar to that of lovemaking. The song builds up tension with a cadence, seeping into your pores and slowly pushing you to excitement. Even I felt its effects, as my body started to swing from side to side with the beat of the song. 

Nobody can resist the effect of my music, but when my eyes move toward Roronoa I see him unfazed. At first, I thought the simple-minded hog doesn't get good music, but as the song continued his demeanor changes. Or at least compared to the rest of the time when he's uninterested in the things I’ve shown.

Roronoa has learned to fetch food in a fast fashion, like a well-oiled machine. This time around he looks calm, looking at the set of dishes in front of him with delight. Taking his time to choose one food item and savoring it slowly before going to the next.

The longer the song goes the more he loses himself to the moment, crunches, slurps moans, and belches fill the room alongside the music.

Singing for me is a common thing, the guests at the Gran Tesoro hear me almost daily. But my use of the piano is more selective. Only playing it for important visitors or the past pets I captured. Usually, they are too scared, or too enraged by the imprisonment to express their true opinions on my music. 

Zoro on the other hand wears his opinions on his sleeves. Well, he never wears sleeves but regardless. 

The song builds up to its trill, with Zoro demolishing the meal in front of him with a rhythm that matches the beat of my song. He leans back against his chair, while his hands bring more food to his face. A smile creeps on his expression as the climax of the song approaches us.

Finally, the last notes of the tune were played and we stayed in silence, a sense of peace lingering in the room. Looking back at Zoro I notice the feast in front of him is almost done. His eyes are glazed in a haze of relaxation while he rubs the top of his belly.

“See? That's music,” I said proudly.

His eyes refocused on me and he replied, “It didn't make me jump off the building.”

I laughed, “Your expression said that you liked it more than that.”

“Yeah yeah, it was passable. Now don't get too cocky.”

He takes a bite of meat near him before adding, “I wouldn't mind another song to finish the rest of my meal though.”

Uta's concert ended and we were still inside the theater box, Zoro eating himself into a food coma and me playing every song I could remember. Something similar happens at dinner when I’m trying to tease him for ordering more than usual, but instead of acting tough he said, “Would you play the piano again? At least that way you would shut up.”

At that point I knew for sure, he loved my music.

The next morning I tried to force him out of bed but the pig wants to eat first thing in the morning, let's see if he wants to move after he gets stuffed. 

I call “Yolkdale,” a restaurant specializing in all types of breakfast menus from around the world. After placing an order big enough to challenge his capacity, I got back to my room and found Zoro snoring on the bed. Seeing him lazily rolling on his bed like a proper pig makes me want to get my hands on him. Rubbing every roll and fold of his blubbering figure or grabbing the cherubic cheeks that now grace his face. 

My body stays in its place, admiring his peaceful expression. It's endearing in a way, how it contrasts with the loud hardhead that's Roronoa. 

The minutes passed with me reading through some of my letters, nothing caught my eye until I saw a white envelope. For some reason, I feel it's important but before I could reach out for it, a rumbling sound echoed from Zoro’s direction.

He stirs himself awake, clutching his belly with a frustrated expression. 

“Did you get the food already?”

“I ordered some food, it should be here soon.”

His body jiggles violently as he stretches to grab more moshi from the mini fridge beside his bed. A grunt is all I hear as he realizes he ate the last one of them last night.

“What’s the matter pirate hunter, that gut can’t wait for a few minutes?”

“Not everyone can have a small appetite like you, some of us eats like real men.”

I get closer to him crouching to his level at the dog bed, “Real pigs you mean, you eat more than some giants.”

“Because I'm stronger than any giant.”

He grunts as I grab the flab of his middle, a fire ignites behind his eyes as I rubbed more of his skin.

“I don't know about strength but you are greedier than any of them, you like that don’t you?”

“Not as much as you perv,” he said with a grin.

As I get closer to him, his breathing gets faster.

“Want to test that idea? I'm sure you are dying to grow bigger than the giants” I whisper in his ear as I shake his overgrown belly. 

The smell of our early morning bodies enticed us both. I can almost hear his walls cracking the closer I get to him, that's when the doorbell rings.

“The food is here-” I said.

In a blink, his body is no longer under me. He rushed to the door looking for the food. 

“Hey wait!” I yell.

Zoro pretended not to hear me and I ran behind the bastard. I'm surprised to see him navigate himself so well. The glutton gets lost in a straight line but finds the way as soon as food is part of the equation.

His hand touches the doorknob when I snap my fingers and get the gold on the roof to morph into ribbons that wrap around his body, pulling him up and out of view. 

“Let go, you bastard!” the golden ribbons cover his mouth as he sticks to the roof.

When I'm sure he is not going to be seen I open the door to the delivery. Rows of workers march with trolleys filled with food, right into my bedroom. Some of them sniff around the place, obviously being affected by the scent of Roronoa. 

On their way out one of them lingered longer looking around, trying to find the source of the aroma. Instead, he finds my stare. The gold around the house rattle and shook as I said coldly, “Looking for something?”

All sense of lust abandoned his body, replaced by pure unfiltered fear, “No Sir, I'm sorry!”

He ran out along with the rest of the delivery boys. I close the door behind them and let Zoro slowly drop from the roof. 

“What's the big idea?” he said enraged.

“Nobody sees you like this, but me. Now be quiet,” I said carrying him over my shoulder. 

“I can walk on my own, you know.” 

“I thought you were too tired to move without breakfast.”

He stays quiet for a second, the lazy pig is thinking it. 

“Now that you mention it, I'm too hungry for the stairs back to the bedroom.” 

With a chuckle, I carry him back to the room. Once inside we are welcomed by the strong aroma of a full feast. Zoro hurries off my body, sitting at the border of my bed and getting into business. I marveled at the display of pure decadence in front of me. After pushing him in the right direction, he allows himself to glut at every opportunity. 

I set on the goal of turning the Zoro into a proper pig, and by the enthralled look he has now I know I'm close to that goal.

“What are you waiting for, an invitation? Eat something before I have everything,” he said with a mouth half full of food.

“Is that a threat or you are worried for me?”

He looks at me seriously, grabbing a piece of pastry and taking a massive bite of it. The answer is obvious, he is worried about me. His charitable host and master.  

I grab a plate of fruits and continue to witness Zoro’s titanic appetite decimating the load of food in front of him. Between the greedy munches and crunches of food, his stomach groans two-thirds through the meal. 

“I need a break.”

“Feeling full already? I thought you were stronger than giants.”

“Shut it, I'm going to finish everything, just need a minute,” he said, looking at the mountain of food still untouched. He rubbed his taut belly, and my hands craved to reach out to him, to feel the thigh skin of his middle.

“We don't have all day Zoro, let me help you finish this measly meal.”  

He looked at me with suspicion but sighed and nodded. 

“Perfect then, go to the side of the bed.”

He starts the titanic task of standing up with his belly packed full. Getting closer to the side border of the bed with laborious breath before plopping into the mattress. 

“That used to be easier,” he said as he caught his breath.

“It only will get harder if you keep stuffing yourself like this, but I wouldn't worry about that now. Just enjoy the road there.”

While he puts himself in position, I gather the rest of the food and place it near the bedside table. When he is done getting himself comfortable I stand beside him, 

My hands grasp the tight drum that's his belly now, meanwhile, he remains quiet under my touch. Slowly rubbing his skin, letting my fingers play with his gelatinous fat as a moan escapes his lips. Putting some pressure on his side he releases a belch in my direction, instead of shame or embarrassment he looks at me with a smug grin. 

His cocky attitude, the already obvious hedonism running through him is so erotic and enticing. We cross eyes, I can see in him the same desire flowing on me, we sink deeper in that feeling until his stomach churns again in protest. His body has a strong effect on me, I have to stay focused if I want him to sink deeper into my hands. Not the other way around.

When I think he made enough space in his stomach, I grab some crispy bacon from a nearby tray, “You are ready for more, now open up hog.”

He opens his mouth without hesitation, a new sense of determination in his eyes. Lowering the piece of meat into his open mouth, I feel a shiver down my spine when he licks my hand off the grease of the bacon. 

“I'm getting hungry again, so you better pick up the pace,” he said with the same cocky smile. 

“Don't come at me crying when you are stuffed beyond belief, Roronoa.”

My hands moved fast as they grabbed every piece of food they could reach, bringing it to the bottomless pit that was Zoro’s gut. While rubbing his belly with the utmost care. After all, he might be eating recklessly in the haze of gluttony, but I need to keep him comfortable as he pushes his capacity to the limit. I don't even need to use gold to stretch his stomach anymore.

The further he went in his binge the louder his moans got, the more erratic his bites turned and the hotter his body felt to my touch. In his attempt to get more food inside his demanding gut, he tried to grab food from the bedside table. I slap his hands away, and he turns to me like a wild animal ready to pounce.

“You can't use your hands, leave this to me,” I said, bringing a donut to his lips.

The wild beast melted leaving just a whimpering, needy hog, looking for more sustenance. Finally, he releases a massive belch and sinks into the bed, an expression that was a mix between satisfaction and uncontrollable lust.

His dick was hard, a stream of pre flowing out of him with each huff of air he took. My bed will forever smell of horny pig, but his pheromones drive me insane with desire.

The stubborn asshole remained quiet, trying to control the boiling need inside of him. He looks ready to cum at any second and yet he tries to resist. Fuck this, I’m breaking him one way or another.

Jumping on the bed, my legs rest at his sides, our crotches inches apart. Before he questions this, I get another morsel of food and bring it to his lips. He opens his mouth with delight, moans resounding across the room as he eats.

My hand explores his body further, Rubbing the crevices between his folds of fat. Sticking my fingers in his cavernous belly button and lifting the boulder that’s his belly. Stopping to admire its heft as it crashes back in place. I stop feeding him for a second, allowing him to breathe.

“I know what you are doing.”

“I’m just helping you out. Didn't you want that?”

“You are trying to get me to do more sex stuff with you.”

“It's all up to you, pet. If you want me off of you, just say the word.”

All the while we talked, my hands continued to massage his blubber. I grab his fat pad, squeezing it lightly. I could see him surrender himself when he said, “Make me cum.”

“So forward, what do you want me to do then, pig?”

“Everything, whatever. Just hurry up already!”

After ripping the clothes off our bodies, I get on all fours over him. We stay there absorbing the contrast of our bodies, his titanic mass of blubber beneath my toned physique. 

He tries to hold a whimper as our dicks rub together. He bucks his hips against mine, hunger for stimulation making him act without thinking. Our dicks rub, smearing pre against one another, leaving strings between us as I move back. 

He has cummed out of being fucked, teased and such, but he needs to know his body is capable of all of this and more with the proper care. My care.

Looking at his naked body, my attention goes to his behemoth of breasts. Like the rest of his expanding frame, they grew to match, if not surpass the rest of him. The two orbs of fat now droop over him, spilling to his sides and belly, dwarfing everything under them. If that wasn't impressive enough, they were crowned with puffier nipples that protrude even under the golden stamps. I'm compelled to bite them, but the stamps are in the way. I have a right to claim them; they have grown because of me and are only for me. 

With a flicker of my finger, the stamps move away from his nipples. 

“Your dick is not the only thing begging for attention pig, these milkers are crying for a good handling.”

I get closer to his chest, while my hand pinches his left nipple, I bite the right supple nubs of flesh. My tongue runs fast, sucking and licking them madly, getting my lips sealed around them and pulling on the tender skin. He moaned wildly, the feeling on his chest drowning him in ecstasy. 

Pulling myself off of him I see him panting for air, his belly groaning still hungry for more.

“You can’t stop even now, can't you pig?” 

“It would be easier if I could feed myself!” 

“I don’t think so. This has less to do with me feeding you and more with how much of a gluttonous hog you have turned into.”

His eyes lit up, a grin formed as he said, “You seem to like your hog.”

I could feel myself firing with desire, and for his reaction, he could tell as well. 

“Just as much as you like being one, and don’t even try to deny it. Only a hog to their heart could build a body like this.” I said, shaking his belly.

“A body derived from pleasure and built to give pleasure. Every inch of your body is nothing but abundant fat to fuck.” 

“Show me.”

Moving forward, I raised his gut, getting my hunged dick in the space between his fat pad and the base of the belly. Letting the weight drop with a wet plop I could feel the hot flesh envelop my cock. 

“See? I could fuck you in a different crevice every night, and by the time I used them all, new folds of fat would emerge.”

“Then get to work. This hog is wasting away,” he said with a grin.

Finding a rhythm was easy, considering how much my brain melted after his words were muttered. My hands searched for lube to fuck him senseless, finding more than enough underneath him. His butt juice flowed out of him like a dispenser ready for me to use. 

Once my dick was drenched in his scent, my hips start to rock, fucking his underbelly. One of my hands went for food, keeping him tied over. Meanwhile the other rubbed along his body, teased his nipples, grabbing his tits and slapping his belly. 

“Come on pig, show me how much you want this.” 

His only reply were the muffled moans of a mouth filled with food and drool. 

The room became an orchestra of belches, moans, and slabs of meat against meat. I fuck his side folds, under belly and by the time I enter his belly button the mountain of food starts to dwindle. I remember at the bathhouse, not being able to sink my whole finger into his belly button, and now inch after inch of my dick sinks into his hole. 

“Finish everything, and you can cum all you want.”

He redoubles his efforts, biting the food off my hands, liking the sauce from my fingers like it’s the last drip meal of his life. 

My hips pump faster, shaking his whole body. When the last bit of food enters him, I bite the juicy meat of his chest. My balls rose as a wave of cum flooded his belly button. At the same time he moans so loudly, all I can hear is the sound of his voice. His dick spews cum like a hose leaving him drained. 

He catches his breath, too tired to move, with me holding myself on top of him. We stay there huffing for air as the climax subsides and our bodies clear up. 

“Good job, pet.”

“Shut up, golden fucker.”

“I don’t see you complaining,” I said, rocking my hips against his belly. 

“I’m tired, leave me alone now.”

“Too bad, we have to go to work. Now get off my bed.”

“Come on, I’m stuffed, at least help me again with that. Then we can leave.”

I sigh and sit beside him. Slowly rubbing his gut like before. 

“I hope you see the unbelievable luck you have, the luck of getting my good graces like this pig.”

“Yeah whatever, can you rub more to the left.”

Applying more pressure, he released a belch and smiled proudly. His face brings a feeling of peace I haven’t felt in a while, I can’t remember the last time I was so at ease in my own quarters.

None of my pets before Zoro managed to embrace the lifestyle I offered them. Always resisting to their cores denying the joy of excess and pleasure. Meanwhile, here beside me lies the first man who has been able to accept it all and keep pushing for more. 

He doesn’t care for luxury or control, an absolute idiot who can’t hide his true self from my eyes. In a way he has proven to be all I imagined of him, and surprised me thoroughly all the same. 

I crave to tease him, spoil him, and rot him to his core with the lavish world of my making to see him transform even further. My train of thought got interrupted by his snoring.

The lazy pig is so thoroughly drained that he collapsed. I would throw anyone off this ship if they dare to overstay their visit to my bedroom, or even worse, take my bed as their own. But seeing him so peacefully rest on the right side of my bed, I can evade but wonder.

“One day off wont kill me.”

As I lay beside him on the bed, all my worries from the letters on my table to the crew outside, banished. He turned his body to the side leaving his flapping back exposed. I got closer, clinging my body to his. Letting my head rest on the nook between his neck and back. I can hear his breathing, the beating of his heart, and we are almost in sync, while both of us drift into sleep.

Roronoa Zoro is sinking deeper into my hands. But maybe I'm falling into his hands as well.

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Zoro

After our little breakfast session,  Tesoro not only let me sleep for the day, he left me sleeping on his bed. Finally I could sleep on a proper bed, after months of hanging from walls and sleeping on dog beds. 

When I saw the delivery guys sniffing around, acting like a bunch of dogs looking for fresh meat. I had a thought: Is my body making them act like that?

Then Tesoro pounced on me and the question started to sound more possible. Even then, I wasn't too sure what caused it or how it worked.

For the next two days I worked on a plan to test my supposed new ability. We are both at his office when my hands go down to my ass, slowly teasing my entrance. The juice gushes out of me as I tease my ass. Tesoro remained at his desk while I played with myself. He moved in his chair uncomfortably, tugging on his collar. Breathing in, more and more of the tainted air in the room.

His eyes started to glaze with lust, and his hands meandered his body. When he finally looked back at me, I was already in a safe position. His body emanates heat, a wild desire on his face.

I'm onto something, my scent is making him crazy with lust. The days passed with me using my newfound ability against him at every waking moment. Seeing him become a sweaty mess, looking back at me with needy eyes.

The other effect this experimental session had on me was that my sex drive continued to increase steadily. Just the memory of Tesoro over my body drowned my brain. Him shaking my sides, pinching my nipples, fucking my bellybutton. Fuck, when did it get that deep anyways! 

My body has inflated into a balloon, a fat caricature of my former self. Even then, the more I grow the more my body experiences these highs of pleasure, I can't stop myself from imagining how it will feel in the future. Generally I would snap myself off this train of thought before acting upon it. But the longer I wait the harder it is for me to find an excuse not to indulge. 

By the third day, every little glimpse of his body would make me go into a heated frenzy. And my scent would make him a sweaty huffing mess. Our bodies are going haywire for one another.

After a massive meal, I rationalized, If I have this chance, why not use it? So I asked him for help.

“Rub my belly, I'm stuffed.” 

“Someone is demanding today.”

“Shut up, you want to help me anyway.”

Tesoro’s breath was fast as he approached me, rubbing his hands against my belly. 

“I have to take care of my needy hog.”

Today was a busy day for him, this was meant to be a small break. Even then, he took his time massaging me thoroughly. The more he rubbed the more I wanted him to explore my body and I could feel the same urge in his eyes. As the massage broke an hour I could see the fight of his two drives, one craving to fuck me on the spot and the other trying to keep the facade of control. Is this how he felt when I was on the cage or the wall?

“Someone is excited,” I said, looking down at his crotch.

“I’m not the only one.”

“Why don't we go back to the quarters and stay there for the day.”

His eyes focused on me, the haze of lust gone for a second as he thought his answer. He is a pervert and a shitty capitan, even then he works religiously every day. If he is willing to miss another day of work, then our last day off wasn't just a fluke.

“I was waiting for you to ask.”

He pulled me from the collar and ran out of the restaurant, my thighs rubbed against each other and I felt winded by the time we made it to the limo. Once we were back in his quarters he ripped the clothes off my body in a heated delirious motion. 

“Did you have to rip all of my clothes?”

“I'll buy them again, so shut up.” 

We start to walk to the bedroom but just looking at the staircase makes me wince. If I play my cards carefully I could get him to install an elevator. 

Leaving a sigh I said, “Why can’t you have an elevator?”

“No need for them till now. Besides, they aren’t the safest in an emergency.”

“This is an emergency.”

Suddenly, he picked me up and carried me over his shoulder.

“As long as I'm here you don't need an elevator, pet.”

It's not what I had in mind, but it works. As soon as we cross his bedroom door, he throws me in his bed. I thought he would skip the teasing since I suggested this, but he is determined to fuck with me.

The plan was to flex my newfound power with restraint, but it was too tempting not to use it as he turned more manageable. Tesoro would carry me around the ship, saving me the trouble of walking. Getting all the food and booze, I could stomach without having to leave the quarters. 

For two days I managed to keep him at bay by letting him rub himself against my fat rolls. But like all of my other urges, my hole’s need for attention took over my brain. 

It started in the theater box, we were watching another performance from the crew of dancers. The VIP room was empty besides us, Tesoro taking his notes of the show like always while I rotted out of boredom. Then the idea sprouts in my head, I spread my legs letting my scent flow. It doesn't take long for him to wriggle in his seat, his hand shaking as he takes the notes. 

“When is it over? I want to do something else.”

He turned towards me, eyes popped open when he saw me sprawled on my chair. My hands were busy playing with my hole and nips while lazily chewing my food. He towered over me in an instant. His eyes focused, waiting for me to ask him to act.

“Come on, this will be more entertaining than whatever they are doing.”

He immediately spun me around and pumped me like a wild buck. Shortly after a rush of cum filled my guts and I emptied my balls on the theater chair. We stayed there fucking until we both were spent.

“Don't they perform every day? We could spend more time like this if you gave them a break.”

His expression softened as he replied, “Maybe.”

He ended up giving them a break once per week. The day they should perform we went to the Castaway Lounge and relaxed with the projections. When images of Boin Archipelago start to appear, my stomach growls and my dick rises. These two are connected forever now, maybe losing all this weight will be harder than I expected, but that's a problem for later.

For now my brain is only focused on one thing.

I walk beside him, resting my belly over his shoulder. His eyes go from my gut to my hard dick, tenting my already revealing clothes.

“I need some help here,” I said.

He moves fast, opening his fly and grabbing me by my sides. He carried me on top of his body before shoving his cock inside me. I needed this, yes!

By the time we were done I was a mess of cum, sweat and butt juice. The place was so drenched in my scent Tesoro decided to leave it as our personal VIP room. Maybe most of his guests won't enjoy being horned up to high gear just by standing inside the room. 

The following day he works reinforcing golden pipes at the boiler room. The heat inside the room makes me sweat profusely. Well, more than I already do, lately I've been building a sweat with the slightest of things. Stretching to get myself a snack from the mini fridge will leave me an exerted mess. 

Regardless, the boiling room has that effect on everyone. Tesoro's clothes stick to his body with the moisture. His scent musky as always brings back the memories of those days stuck in his wall and I feel my dick rising. Those days were meant to be torture, I need to stop thinking about them; My body has turned into this weird thing thanks to it.

“I want it now.”

“Not now Zoro, you can wait.”

Before he was done, I grabbed him by the arm and pulled him towards me. His face was tainted with a frown as he looked at me. Our bodies mash together, my ass rubbing against his crotch as I look up and say, “I need it now.”

“We are in the middle of the boiler room, we can't-” 

He restrains a moan as I wiggle my butt against his crotch. 

“You fucking slut, have you got no shame?” he said.

“Shut up and do it before someone enters.”

Tesoro slipped through my string thin thong while he slid his dick inside of me with ease. He lifted me off the floor, putting my legs at his sides. His arms flexed as he carried my weight while thrusted into me. The sweat from our bodies already clinged to our clothes, but in this position, all of my butt juice dripped into Tesoro’s suit.

Every so often he would look around, making sure no one would look.

“Focus, you are doing a sloppy job,” I said, smacking his face and directing it towards me. 

That seemed to enraged him, his best response was to fuck me fast and wildly. I could feel my insides melt around his cock the faster he got.

When we were done, our clothes were ruined. He had to use some of the gold in the room to make us golden outfits, just in case anyone catches a glance at us. For a moment I thought he would lash back to this, I directly disobeyed an order. When he gives me a golden thong to wear back to the quarters I know his brain is too fried with lust to be mad.

“You are growing nicely, pet,” he said as he carried me up the stairs back to his bedroom.

I'm too tired to argue, “Why don't you order some sake or something?”

Damn I'm in dire need of training, I'm still exhausted from our session in the boiler room. While I struggled with my own laziness, Tesoro dropped me in his bed and reached for the letters at his table.

He read through some of them, instead of getting me a drink. Where is my sake, damn it!

“It seems like your friends are going to Whole Cake Island,” he said, a hint of concern in his voice.

I barely heard him, most of my attention was used in keeping myself awake. Even then, the mention of my friends catches enough of my attention.

“I don't know what type of crazy would willingly go to Big Mom's territory.”

“Our captain is a handful, they will be fine. Is that sake on the way?”

He looks for the next letter in the bunch and his eyes freeze at the logo on the envelope. The world government. Without opening the letter he puts it aside. For a moment I wondered if he would go out to read it or ask me to get off his bed, instead he got beside me, his slow breath remained hot against my neck as I started to fall asleep.

Days pass like that in a constant stream of sex, food, and sleep. I could ask Tesoro to do as I please and he would follow suit. Just for Tesoro to throw orders while we have sex and my body follows along. Maybe he wasn't so wrong after all, my body is an instrument of pleasure, capable of making even that Golden perv my plaything.

Maybe the rest of my time waiting for Luffy and the rest to rescue me won’t be that boring.

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The Golden Ratio - Chapter 9

(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

As the ruler of the Gran Tesoro, I have played games with countless gamblers across the years. Crushing their hopes dreams just to feel something, getting to see the hopes of marines and pirates alike draining from their faces. Now, my days are completely capitalized by a different source of entertainment. 

When I first saw Zoro fighting the intruding pirates in the theater bay, I was impressed by his ability. The agility with which he moved between the enemy pirates, climbing over swords and heads like letters. The strength to cut through them like butter and the way his almost naked muscular body flexed with each of his movements. I knew at that moment that I would have the entertainment of my life and turn this athletic pirate into a butterball.

I have to keep my expectations low, he will most likely be like my other pets.

After a few weeks, I would lose interest in him. 

I couldn't have been more wrong.

The Pirate Hunter is not only occupying all of my time, but he's growing beyond my wildest expectations. 

At some point, he let go of his restrictions and started to satisfy his needs freely, which meant sex and food by the tons. In a way it did wonders, he eats without restraint at every opportunity, saving me the effort of trying to push him further to indulge. For someone with my funds, the extra meals are nothing, but his appetite for food hasn’t been the only one to grow.

His sex drive is monstrous, now at any given moment, Roronoa would jump on top of me and use me as his sex toy. Not that I dislike it but it has put my stamina to the test. I have created a monster, a very horny monster.

My goal was to get him hooked on my touch, now my mission is completely dedicated to keeping him satisfied. In my latest attempt to create a distraction from his constant need for my dick, I sent the local chefs to scout for East Blue recipes. Their findings would be added to the different restaurant's menus. 

My plan was to decorate Yolkdale with every sword adjacent treasure in our vault, and convince him the new items from the east blue are part of a limited time menu.

The morning of the event I had to wake up ahead of schedule, to organize the men while they hanged the decorations in the restaurant. Then go back to my bedroom and convince Zoro, just so we could move out of my quarters for a quick breakfast. He has turned into such a lazy pig that this is the only way to convince him to move out.

We made it to Yolkdale before it opened to the public. The mornings are the most busy time of the day for them, especially since most guests order their food to go. We were no exception, I can't remember the last time I set foot inside this restaurant till this morning.

The building reflects an old-fashioned dinner. There are several rows of golden seats and booths, all decorated with red cushions that shine under the fluorescent light. Massive record players cover the walls at both ends of the restaurant, they have all of my biggest hits of course. 

The walls are covered with pictures of every samurai, swordsman and alike that ever visited this restaurant. Regularly there are pictures of more celebrities, pirates and marines alike. But I hand picked the pictures on display today. 

Sword of all types decorate the walls as well, but Zoro passed them by like they were nothing. Even a sword donated from a legendary swordmaster escapes his attention as he lumbers his way to one of the booths.

The glutton is too hungry in the morning to notice, but I'm used to his idiocy by now. 

Getting his butt inside a booth was a challenge for him, and an exciting display of his size for me. After seeing him trying to fit in for a while, I ended up moving the golden table with a snap of my fingers. 

Once seated he entertainment himself looking at the pictures of the food in the menu. Im still surprised how he find joy in this, after he has ordered the menu for this place so many times now.

“You did this on purpose didn't you?” he said while his eyes stayed glued to the menu.

“If you mean getting you so fat you barely fit on the boot? Sadly that's your doing Roronoa.”

“I fit just fine, and you know what I mean. The limited time offers are all from Shimotsuki Village.”

“Aren't you impressed?”

“Everything looks just like back then, but that's beside the point. I can tell what you are doing.”

I arched an eyebrow at his comment, he just continued.

“You think I will be amused by some nostalgic dishes, but it doesn't work.”

“It would sound more convincing if you were not drooling over the menu.”  

He grunts at my reply, wiping the saliva off his lips. After a while, the waiter arrives to take our orders. Zoro starts to show her the list of items he wants for what I know will be an hours-long binge.

“I will have a sourdough toast with golden baked eggs and black coffee,” I said. 

While we waited, waves of workers ran in and out of the kitchen. They would bring ingredients, clean the restaurant and run to deliver food around the ship.

“Are all of your workers because of a debt?”

“Not all of them, but most are.”

His eye remained in the group of men as they worked. When one of the delivery boys drops an order, a muscular man comes to him. We could hear the reprimand the man was getting for his mistake, just to get slaps across the face. The hit was so sudden the delivery boy fell back to the ground.

“Fire him.”

I looked into the chaos and replied, “What? No, I don't follow orders from my pet.”

I could sense the hints of his smell in the air, my heart beats against my chest rapidly as he looks at me, lazer focused.

“We won't do more sex stuff if you don’t.”

“You wouldn't dare.”

His smell has become more cuativating, a musky aroma that permeates around the restaurant. As I huff for air all I do is get more of him in me.

We are interrupted by the waiter bringing our avalanche of dishes. I though Zoro would leave the matter alone by the time she is done. Instead he looks at me with the same vitriol as before. His hands went for the first bite of food without taking his eye off of me. 

As his hands rise to bring more food to his face I feel my mouth water, not for the food but for him. My head gets flooded with images of all the depraved things we have done and all the things I could do right here andd now.

Every chew and bite he takes, is slow and deliberated. It drives me insane to see him eat like this, II can feel myself sweating just from been this close to him. but I keep my composure. He cant run over me.

As the silence between us grows he starts to pick up pace. He rips chunks of food with his naked hands, his angry eyes still glued to me. The faster he moves the more violent his body jiggles and the more I feel myself lose control. 

I can't take it anymore. So, I tie his leash to the leg of the table.

“I have a meeting near the restaurant, stay here till I return.”

He finally stops looking at me before waving his hand dismissing me. 

I walk toward the exit before I look at the man that knocked the delivery boy. Taking a strong stomp I get his attention, the color in his face drains. 

“You! You’re fired!” I yelled, pointing at his face across the room.

The man looks at me, a mix of confusion and fear. when the restaurant starts to rattle with my power he volts to the exit, leaving the rest of the workers stuned.

“What are you all looking at? get back to work! You have a client don't you?”

Everyone ran back to work, a new sense of urgency on their steps. I could hear Zoro snickering as I got out of the restaurant, cocky cow. 

Days ago I got a letter from the world government, apparently some of the celestial dragons want to come for a visit. In preparation for the occasion they will sent some cipher pol agents to ensure the route of access are safe. 

The goddamn idiots, it's not like this is their first visit. After been subjected to the worst those bastards have to offer, I still have to put up with them. Acting friendly, pretend you missed them and smile when they visit every other month.

Everytime I get another world government letter my stomach burns with anger. It's the same miserable posturing and protocol just to pander to this scum of the earth.

I gulp my own disgust as I approach the cipher pol ship that just unloaded at the bay.

The same faces every time, they present themselves as if I didn't see them last time. The same patrol and security checks as always, boring to my core. All I can think of is my pet waiting for me at Yolkdale.

“Everything seems to be in order for the celestial dragon’s visit, Tesoro. But we got word that you got another of your pets. If you want him to come to visit , he needs to have an interview with us.”

“No, it won't be necessary.”

I would rather make the world government my sworn enemy, than to risk losing another one to those worms. Roronoa is better off without ever crossing paths with them.

“If you change your mind let us know, you have till the day before they arrive.” said the agent before boarding his ship. 

They move to their rooms in the ship, the check up being as fast as usual. This whole guided visit is a posturing measure, once we are done the security team will keep an eye on them through the cameras around the ship. With all of them back in their quarters I had spare time to get back to Roronoa. Getting him distracted with the new menu items was a great idea. When I take him back to my quarters, I will cash on that treat he made earlier. 

When I arrive back at Yolkdale, the first thing I hear is a yell.

“Try and act all tough now you fatass!” 

A group of my workers gather around Roronoa, they shout at him while he continues to eat.

Another man grabs his belly, shaking the blubber.

“What's the matter, cow? too fat to talk?” said the same man.

Zoro slapped the hand of the man away from him, nonchalantly going back to his meal. The man enrages before rising his punches.

“You are nothing but another of the boss' disgusting pets, I will show you your place!”

All of the men get ready to gang on him, but when the first one tries to punch Zoro a curdling scream floods the dinner.

The armament haki protected him from the blow and broke my worker's hand. 

Before another dipshit pulls out a gun, I walk toward them.

One of the men notices me approaching and laughs nervously.

“Look, the boss is coming to join us, show him what's good!” said the man.

I gather gold in my hands before punching him across the restaurant. 

The rest of his group stood in silence seeing their friend become a painting on the wall.

“Boss, we were just showing this slave a lesson. He was giving back attitude.” said the man with the bloody hand.

“He is my property, I imagined you were all smarter than to mess with my property.”

“Sir, we were-”

Before he could talk I raise my hand, the man takes a step back. The gold in the ceiling and floor starts to melt, little droplets float off them and get suspended mid air. My eyes filled with rage, these lowlifes dare to touch him.

The group runs to the door in the other end of the restaurant desperately pulling on the handle. Their efforts are futile, I already sealed the exits. For months I have kept Zoro away from the eyes of anyone, they think they can just waltz here and take him as they please?

I won't let anyone lay a finger on him but me. The delivery boys and cooks take cover as I lower my hand. 

“Golden round!” I yelled.

All of the tiny golden droplets fire like bullets to the group of men, the rain of attacks pierce through their bodies and paint the wall in red. Yes, see what happens when you cross me or my pet.

I hear the screams of the other workers as stray bullets hit them or their equipment. In any other case I would end now, but all I can think is how much I want them to disappear. Like the celestial dragons, like the cipher fools, like the rich bastards of the world, they shall all banish.

Finally the gold stops and I see the result of my work, they breath miserably on the floor. Their bloody bodies were barely alive as I turned to Roronoa.

“Do you want to get going?” I asked.

“I haven't finished yet, but they ruined my appetite.”

That's a first.

“I could order the rest to go.”

“Sure.” 

As we made our way out of the restaurant he turned to the restaurant staff and bowed, or at least as much as he can bow now. 

“Sorry for the inconvenience,” he said between pants for air.

He looked at me, the same accusative stare. Fine, what a killjoy.

“I'm sorry for the mess, I’ll send someone to care for the damages.”

Even without being done with the feast, his belly has inflated to rival the beanbags at the Castaway Lounge. His weight has skyrocketed, making it more of a workout for me to carry him around. He tries to catch his breath as I carry him in front of me. I grab his legs to my sides while he latches lazily to my neck.  

“I'm really sorry for today, it was supposed to be fun but those lowlifes got in the way.”

“It's okay, nothing happened.”

Even after seeing me unload on my own workers, he tries to act like it was nothing. They deserved a punishment, but I went overboard. It's not the first time I reacted like this, I’ve promised myself not to have an outburst like this. Still, each time they come it's harder for me to control them. He doesn't need to see me like that again.

He rested his head against my chest as we continued on our way.

“I feel sick, maybe I ate something that was spoiled,” he said.

“Or you stuffed yourself too much?”

“What do you know about eating anyways, you barely eat anything.”

“I imagined you were too focused on your food to worry about my order,” I said, raising an eyebrow.

“I imagined you would try some of the food for the event, instead you had the smallest thing on the menu.”

“Someone in my position doesn't need big portions, I enjoy the lavish and refined dishes from the highest chefs. Besides, I never got used to big portions.”

He didn't reply to that, opting to quietly rest on my shoulder. As we continued our way to the quarters, my memory lingered on those old days. When we couldn't get butter on toast in the morning. 

Before the Gran Tesoro and the gol gol fruit, I struggled to put food on the table, a single slice of bread was a luxury. Even then I always managed to get enough for me and Stella. She was a sack of bones the first time I laid eyes on her behind the bars of the human shop. She would die to have any of these dishes, so I eat them for the two of us.

My reminiscing gets interrupted by Roronoa, he belches shamelessly close to my face. 

“That's better.” he said, satisfied with himself.

He rested his head against me and fell asleep before we made it to the quarters. Show off.

Once we made it into the bedroom I dropped him on my bed. I left him to rest and when the rest of his feast arrived he was ready to go at it again. The hill of food was due to him asking for seconds of the limited time dishes, just before the workers confronted him.

“I have to eat these while they are available right?” he said, getting ready to stuff himself further.

“Wait.” I said.

He looks at me tiredly

“What now?”

“I want to make it up to you, for what happened in Yolkdale.”

“I already said nothing happened. Dont worry about it.”

He quiets down when I grab his ass, letting my fingers linger on the soft flesh.

“Is this a make up gift for you or me?” he asked looking back at me.

“Why not both?”

He pushes into me and I feel my dick stir in my pants.

Enjoying the view of his ample back, I slowly get my hands in the string that is Zoro’s underwear. My fingers teasing the entrance of his butt, with him whimpering from my touch. The more I touch, the more his asshole gushes liquid, the scent emanating from it makes me dizzy with lust. 

He leans forward in the bed, getting on all fours and giving me full access to my price. 

My original idea was to tease him, letting him melt under my pressure and fucking him slow. But the closer I get to his round cheeks, the more I crave to get this scent from its source. 

My mouth waters, the hot steam emanating from his body mixes with my breathing as I get closer to him. His titanic buttcheeks are so tantalizing, like the finest of cakes. I unzip my pants, the aroma entices. I can't resist it.

My hands moved on their own, struggling to part his buttcheeks. I remember being able to hold his bubble butt in my palms. Now I need both hands to hold one overflowing cheek. 

His puckered asshole gushes more juice, and all I can do is lick the pink flesh of his ass

He reacts to my touch, but lets me continue.

“What are you doing?” he said.

“Eating”

“Is that your tongue?”

I lick in circles around his hole and he moans.

His butt has grown so much, it covers my whole face.

It's hard to breathe under this mountain of blubber, all I get is his scent.

“Why are you using your tongue? you pervert.”

“A real man… tries everything.” I said between mouthfuls of ass.

“I’ve never heard of people doing this before. It’s weird.”

His entrance opens up for me and I go deeper. I need more of him, of his taste.

He flinches, pushing back into my face. A deep grunt rolls out of him. 

“Perhaps, but yoou love it,” I said with a laugh.

“Not as much as you- Ooh daamn, stop for a second. You are more eager now, than at Yolkdales.” he lashes back.

“You taste better-  It's sweet like honey … salty… intoxicating.” I replied

The thick liquid coated my tongue, I just need more. My hips push forward, brushing the soft side of the bed. I moan against his hole, and he trembles with my hot breath.

“I'm getting close- Slow down, I can't cum just from your tongue-” he said, with a desperate whine. 

He pulls away from me and I grab his sides, pulling him in.

“You can cum, just-  let me have this” I replied. I will read it and make the changes as it goes

He stays quiet until I drive my face deeper into him. He moans wildly and his ass clenches around my tongue. Zoro’s hands give out, falling on the bed and panting for air.

After catching his breath he rises again.

“You are worse than the pervert cook, you make less sense.”

“S-stop talking about that cook!” I yelled. 

My face coated in butt juice drips on the carpet.

“All you have to focus on is- Me.”

He tries to look back at me, but his titanic hips are in the way.

“I made you like this- noot the cook nor my workers. So, focus on me.”

“Why are you-?”

“Enjoying your ass? Because- I made It this big, I de-deserve to use it. You like it, do-don't you?” I say with a laugh.

He pushed me out of him. The liquid flow slows down. 

“Okay that's enough, just fuck me.”

“Noo! Let me- Just L-let me enjoy this.”

With a sigh he relaxes and I dig back in, each lick sweeter than the last. My body moves on its own, pushing more of his body toward me and rubbing my dick against the bed.

“You have groown sooo muuch for me. Noone of my old pets got this big b-before.” 

He pulls away from me. 

“Why?”

“I got bored of them be-before they got this big.”

“Why do you do this?"

“I give one of them- whaat they wa-wanted and I-II get m-my own pets.” 

“A true saint” 

“Right? Whoo wouldn't-want this anywayyyss? You love it”

“What makes you think I want any of this?”

“You do-don't eeven try to st-stop now. Aalso! Your face is sooo happy when you aree full.”

“It's not true, I-”

I try to get closer to his hole but he continues.

“I do, that's the worst part. I shouldn't like any of this.” 

“Why not?” I said taking a lick of him.

“I have a dream to become the strongest swordsman in the world. How can I do that looking like this?”

“III don't know about swordsman, buut about dreams, they change.”

“What do you know of dreams, your only dream is destroying other people's hopes.”

“Nah, myyy dr-dream waas to saaave Stella, bu-but she is gonee. So, myy new dreeam waas too fiend someone eelse.”

“Huh?”

“Seee, Yoou can haave a -new dream. Likee biggeeest swordmaan, or fattest aasss at se-sea.” I said with a laugh.

He sighs and presses his hips against me again, I could swear he grows against me. 

Stifling a moan he pulled away and I tried to stay latched to his hole. Why is he taking this away from me?

He uses one of his feet to keep me away. Why can't I push back?

“Hey Tesoro, what's the number for the vault?”

“11201524, why?”

With a chuckle he presses back into me, his butt suffocates me. 

He grinds his ass against my face, and pulls away. 

“Stop do-doing that! I want moore” I said.

“Why did you pick me, from all of my crew, or even other prisoners?”

“Y-yooou were a p-pretty waall trophy, Pi-pirate Hunter Ro-ronoa Zoro in the flesh.” I said.

 A loud laugh comes out of me before I continue.

He pulls further away from me, where is my nectar going? Oh yeah the question.

“B-but y-you are fun to have aroound. This job is lo-lonely. ” 

 I leap forward taking a lick of his butt before adding.

“I caan't trust them- anyone- Bu-but you are difffeerent- Yoou- I can truust.”

I try to take another mouthful, but he gets away again. Fuck I need more!

“What happened to your other pets then?”

“I- released them-  beecause they were boring.”

His feet kept me away.

“Please, let me have more. I need it, iits just so good! 

“Wait, I-”

“Moooree! please Moore.”

He lets me in, the sweet taste floods me.

“Yeees, thiis is all I waant. I want to stay like his forever, for- ever, foooor-eeeveeer.”

“Tell me how much you want it,” he said, shaking his ass in my face.

“Uuuugh I need it. Piiig aasss is good.”

I feel drool drip off my face, and my dick drip precum. I’m so horny I'm leaking like his butt. His buuutttt, I need more of it.

Dick hard, so haaardd, I neeed moree. My hands grab his sides and push them toward me. 

I can't breathe, all is goo. Yees, more.

“I'm not the only pig here. Eat then, take as much as you can!”

He pushes back, putting the weight of his body on my face. 

It's sooo good. I must consume. My hips trust the bed, the friction made my cock feel so good inside my underwear. 

Oooh Fuuuuck, I'm cumming in my pants. I'm cumming on the bed because of buuutt juice.

“I'm going to cum again, fuck keep going.”

Yees I obey and get moree ass juice. He moans loudly and his butt drenches me in liquid. An anal orgasm, I must drink it all.

He moans, it's loud, yes make Zoro happy and cum all he wants. I drink all I want, must go on. 

After that, my vision blurs, all there is in the world is more butt ambrosia and eventually sleep.

The next morning I groggily wake up, my dirty clothes from last night still on me. My boner raging against Zoro’s back, we are glued together in a messy embrace. I held the impulse to trust forward. I feel so hot, also blank- I don't remember anything from yesterday.

Everything after leaving Zoro in my bed is a haze. Looking around the bedroom I see empty containers thrown on the floor. The bed is a disaster of dried up semen, food and butt juice. 

I see his messy figure stir awake, he turns around looking at me.

“Morning” he says with a yawn.

“Morning”

I have drank myself into a blackout before, but never to the point of losing the events of the night.

“Zoro, what happened last night?”

“You got your mouth in my ass, then fell asleep on me.”

“Oh, sorry.”

My worries evaporate as more of his smell enters my lungs. Everything is saturated in his aroma, perfect I'm an amnesiac and horny. Double in pain from a hunger pang, I haven't felt this hungry in years. 

“Wait, we didn't have dinner last night, did we?” I asked.

“I did,” he replied.

Takeout, that explains the extra boxes of food. 

“Let's get going, we should head for breakfast.”

I notice the dried stain of cum in my pants and discard them. I liked that pair of pants, I will order more just in case this happens again. 

Going out for breakfast, I ordered my usual. Before the waitress left, I ordered a second to make up for last night's dinner. 

Once I'm full, sickly full, we head to my office. 

“Can't we go back to the quarters? I’m tired.” he said.

The lazy hog dares to complain of that while I carry him around.

“I’m the one breaking a sweat here, Roronoa!”

“If we go back you can rest as well.”

“I can’t stay in bed forever, without me this ship would sink, ”

“That’s because you are shitty captain, a crew should be able to work without its captain. You allow them to rely too much on you.”

“You don't know shit about my crew, all you do is sleep and eat anyways.”

“It's not what I have heard.”

The nosey bastard has been eavesdropping again, I guess he never stopped. 

“Hey I'm just helping your poor crewmen,” he said with a shrug.

“So what do you suggest? Leaving them to their own and seeing how they set the place on fire?”

“Yes, and if they do set it on fire you know it's time to make changes.”

How can he be like this? Lazing around at most hours and still giving this advice. The weirdest thing of all, it's not even such a crazy idea. I have the means to repair any damages the crew may cause, and more time in my quarters means more time with my pet.

He is so close to me, his scent infuses my clothes as I carry him. My dick stirs inside my pants and I feel more compelled to give his idea a chance. 

“It's an entertaining experiment at least,” I said reluctantly.

“Lets head back then, and make a stop for a snack. I'm hungry” he said, looking at me with a cocky grin.

We just had breakfast and he is already thinking of more food, I did a number on him. Actually, maybe some light snack won't be so bad.

My bedroom was cleaned by the time we arrived, even with all their efforts the air still has his lingering smell. 

He collapses on my bed and sigh in relief as if he took a step to get here. Taking my suit’s jacket off, I sit beside him. 

“Now to wait for the ship to burn down.” 

“Shut up, it will be fine.” he said.

“...”

With a grunt he sits back up, his back turned on me. 

“Trust me okay?” he said.

It's easy for him to say, my life’s work is on this ship. My head tells me his words are nothing but that, just words. But a part in me shivers with the idea that I have molded Zoro so perfectly, he even cares for me and the ship now. 

“Earth to Tesoro, Why don’t we do something in the meantime?” he said, snapping his fingers in front of my face.

“Sorry I got distracted…Do something. We could see some Den TV™, there might be a movie on.”

There is a Den den mushi projector on the ceiling of my bedroom. With a push of a button it comes down, and starts playing an old romantic drama in black and white.

“They don’t make movies like this now.”

“For a reason, they are boring. Find something with more action.”

What a simpleton, he doesn’t appreciate the true art of classic cinema. But what can I expect of a moss brain pig.  

“Take the remote, I'm going to get some popcorn. When I’m back we will see whatever is on.”

Getting into the kitchen I pick up the popcorn and put it on the stove to pop. As the cornels burst I continue to wonder. I trust him, especially after all the training he’s been through. But can he really care for me, beyond his body’s desire for my touch?

When the popcorn is done I get back to the room with two big bowls.

He is sprawled in the middle of the bed scratching his gut. 

“Took you long enough. I found a good movie, come.” 

I sat beside him, with the two bowls resting between us. We silently watch the mind numbing action film. Zoro cheers with a mouth full of popcorn, shouting at the screen as if the characters could listen to him. Even when the movies are this dumb, I find an odd sense of fun in seeing Zoro enjoy them so thoroughly.

We made fast use of the popcorn, lazily watching the rest of the movie. But the two of us craved something to snack on. I went down for a second batch of popcorn, this time taking three bowls with me. 

The rest of the day runned like this, watching trashy action movies and ordering food in. 

Eventually I got tired of going down for popcorn, and Zoro convinced me to place an order for some snacks. Something small, some nachos and cheese with candy for later. 

Our original order ran short and I added hot dogs to the order. The hot dogs turned into pizza, burgers, churros and the sorts. 

I would be lying if I said I didn't eat, but compared to Zoro, my little moment of indulgence looks laughable. 

The Den Den Mushi in my bedroom rang every so often, my hands always trying to reach for it and see what those idiots got themselves into. Zoro would press his body against me, his belly smothering my side. Telling me to let the message go unattended. The more I reflected on picking the call or not, the more he attached himself to me. 

His thighs wrap around me, his tits pressed against my torso, even his face rubs in my chest as he makes my resolve vanish.

Add to that, his scent soaking in every corner of the room. Making it harder for me to resist the urge to take him every hour. He was more than happy to comply, moaning loudly through the day. At least it helped to drown the sound of the Den Den Mushi calls.

I eventually got fed up with the damn thing ringing all day long, so I turned it off.

It's the end of our week long reclusion when someone knocks at the door of my quarters. 

“Did you order anything?” I asked.

Zoro looks at me, his cheeks filled with nachos. 

“Everything is here already,” he replied after swallowing.

“This better be good,” I said putting on my bathrobe to open the door.

Climbing down the stairs I feel the effects of seven days of lethargy. My muscles ache and my breath is short. I can't remember when was the last time I got a break from training. 

In order for me to win the Gol Gol Fruit in the Colosseum, I had to keep a strict workout regimen. And I have kept it ever since. Besides, the Gran Tesoro demands a strong King. 

I should have gone for a walk at least in the last few days, sweat is rolling on my eyebrows just from this.

When I open the door, behind it is the security captain. 

“Morning Sir, I'm sorry to disturb you but they have arrived.” Tanaka said with a stricken look on his face.

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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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The Golden Ratio - Chapter 11

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

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

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

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Tesoro

The ringing of the door stops my song.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?” I replied, startled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hello?” I answered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sir, we are on speaker.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My balls may not be as empty as I imagined. 

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

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

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

There is the food coma. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

But no, this has a different feel to it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Wait, that includes. Camael.

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

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

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

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

“Extra sushi, you got it,” I replied.

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

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

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

A gruelling wail echoes through the city as it moves. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Gum gum elephant gun!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Gold L’ira di Dio!” I yelled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Golden Splash!” 

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

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

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

I looked around, feeling the world stay silent. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Zoro!” I yelled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Midas touch!”

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

“Sanji!” Straw hat screamed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Get out of my face!” I yelled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Gold Inferno!”

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

“Gum gum-”

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

“Black Mamba!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Gum gum balloon!”

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

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

He then bounced me off of him.

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

“Gum gum king cobra!”

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

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

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

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

Stella, Zoro, I failed you both.

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

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

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

Just please, don't leave.

Don't leave me alone.

———

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

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

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

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

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

“Gold boost.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Gold Fuoco di Dio!” I yelled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Superboy and Robin Vacations.

The Golden Ratio - Chapter 12

(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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Zoro

The run to the merry was the hardest thing I have done in half a year. My body was drenched in sweat by the time I boarded, 

I try not to make it that obvious. They haven't seen me in months, and I can't imagine their reactions when they see the five hundred and fifty pounds of mass in front of them.

The only point of reference I have is Nami and Luffy.

Luffy didn't react at all to my weight, but he has never been the brightest at “spotting the difference.” 

“Why are you acting all funny, Zoro? Haha. Quit playing; we have to get out,” He said while we ran back to the ship, and I huffed like a hippo with every step I took.

Nami, on the other hand, was more concerned. She was shocked beyond belief when she broke into Tesoro’s quarters to find me. I had to explain that my weight wasn't a devil fruit power or trick from Tesoro.

She sighed in defeat and took my word for it. I noticed her worried look with every wince and huff I gave. It's not like her breasts didn't double in size during the two years we were training; this is a pretty similar situation when you think about it.

Once on board, the first thing I see is a ball of fur latching itself to my face. 

“Zoro!!!” Chopper said, hugging me with all his tiny raccoon body.

Luffy saw the opportunity and wrapped his arms around me as well. They both squeezed like I was the rubber man in the crew. These idiots will kill me after saving me; how I missed them. 

Holding my breath, I let them have all the time they need to welcome me back.

 “We’ve been so worried about you!” Chopper said, wiping his tears and dropping from my face.

“I'm so happy to have you back, Zoro,” Luffi said, still strangling me.

His arms sank into my flesh while I started to turn blue.

“Luffy! That's enough; let go of him,” Nami said.

After beating Luffy away from me, the rest of the gang got to see me. Except for Chopper, they all looked just like Nami did. They were shocked, worried, puzzled, and one that seemed so amazed.

“What happened to the moss head? Did they try to feed you to death?” Sanji said, laughing historically.

My cheeks turn red while my teeth grind. 

“What do you mean? He looks the same as always,” said Chopper.

“Come on, Chopper. Don’t you see? He looks just like the cheap knockoff moss head in Sabaody archipelago,” Sanji replied.

Chopper looks at me with all his attention and gasps.

“Zoro, you are having an allergic reaction! We have to get you treated right away,” Chopper said, running to my side and trying to pull me to the infirmary.

“Don't worry, Chopper. I'm fine,” I replied. 

He looked up at me, and his face was filled with a relieved smile, followed by widened eyes. His hooves poked at my leg, feeling the softer flesh. He understands the situation now. 

“Don't listen to curly eyebrows. He is just jealous that the cooks there made better food than him,” I replied mockingly.

Sanji looks at me angrily. He dashes towards me until our foreheads clash.

“And what would you know of good food? I'm sure they serve you slop, and you eat it up, cactus head,” He spat at me.

“There's no time for this; we have to get out of here. Sanji, get the sails ready,” Nami said.

“Yes, Nuami—chuan!” the idiot cook said before gliding to work. If everyone is the same, it's no surprise this horndog hasn't changed either.

“Where is everyone else?” I asked, looking around.

“Franky, Robin, and Usopp went ahead of us and infiltrated Wano. Trafalgar and the others are waiting for us there,” Brook said, handing me a handkerchief.

“To wipe up the sweat, you look exhausted. Besides, I don't need it. I can't sweat as a skeleton, yohohoho,” Brook added.

Putting on my best smile, I use the handkerchief and bite my tongue. 

Everyone runs to positions to get the ship out on the sea as soon as possible. What can I do that won't let me look like a huffing pig halfway through?

I dread moving beyond this point; my legs are killing me from the walk. But I knew this day would come, and my journey back to normalcy would be challenging, so I might just get started.

“Zoro, you better take a break with Luffy. You both have been through enough,” Nami said.

Luffy deflated from his gear four form and had been huffing for air since his battle with Tesoro ended. He used the last of his energy just to hug me on board. He is now sleeping on the floor with the softest of smiles. He seems confident in our victory even when we are not out of danger.

“Okay,” I replied, sitting beside Luffy.

At least the awkward explanation of why I ended up like this will wait until we are off enemy fire. By the night's end, everyone was too exhausted to seek answers, so we went to bed. 

The feeling of the bunk bed under my skin was the biggest victory in the world. I was back home.

With a sigh, I entered the kitchen for breakfast the following day. Everyone was already there getting their servings. They looked at me briefly before continuing with their food, but I could tell they wanted to ask.

I was about to break the silence and tell them what happened with Tesoro when the idiot cook opened his mouth.

“So, will you tell us how you ended up bigger than Big Mom?” he said mockingly.

“Sanji, we agreed not to ask right away!” Nami shouted back.

“Yeah, besides, he is not that big!” Chopper said.

“I'm also curious to know what happened,” Luffy said nonchalantly.

Our doctor and navigator both glared at him; while they battered our captain, I cleared my throat and took a seat at the table.

“While you were all risking your life, Tesoro took his time getting me like this as a joke. You all struggled through hell while I sat on my ass doing nothing,” I said.

The kitchen falls silent; Nami lets go of Luffy as she embraces me in a hug. 

“You were trapped; you didn't have a choice. We would have saved you regardless of what happened while you were there,” She said.

Chopper followed her lead and hugged me as tightly as his tiny body could afford.

“It doesn't matter how much you grew; we will help you lose the weight in no time,”

Brook came from behind me and wrapped us in his arms.

“Don't worry, my brother of thick bones; we are happy to have you back no matter what,” he said, tears rolling out of his eye sockets.

“I like the new look. It makes you look more intimidating; I bet none of the emperors have a swordsman, even half your size! Hahaha,” Luffy said proudly.

Sanji just shrugged and placed a plate in front of me. Onigiri and freshly made miso soup.

“Eat up, we still have things to do besides getting your fat ass in shape,” he said.

The rest of the crew lets go of me, and we all dig in. The food was good, but I was still hungry by the time I finished everything. 

It was Sanji and Luffy’s turn to wash the dishes, so we left the kitchen and got busy with other tasks on the ship.

Brook is helping Nami steer the ship while Chopper and I clean. 

Chopper must notice my sweating ass struggling to keep up because the next thing I see is him turning into a bigger version of himself, taking a second broom and rushing to clean in record time.

“Dot exert yourself too much, Zoro. You are just getting back into the rhythm of things. Follow your big bro's lead, and you will be back in shape in no time,” He said, swiping the floors. 

“Thanks, Chopper,” I said.

“The newspapers arrived; they have the story!” Nami said.

We stopped what we were doing and gathered around Nami as she read the article about the raid at the Grand Tesoro. Those guys got the news fast. It hasn't been a day, and the report is out.

According to the Marines, after Donquijote tipped them off, they went straight to Tesoro’s Island to capture him. It's not like they have been dealing with him for years or anything.

The rest of the article is garnished with bullshit about how heroic they were in releasing Tesoro’s prisoners and how Carina took control of the ship's operations after the raid.

The article didn't even mention us. Of course, they wouldn't want to admit that we did most of the work and escaped to add insult to injury.

“Against all odds, Guild Tesoro stays at large, in big help to the interference of the revolutionary army during the raid efforts,” Nami read.

“So he managed to escape anyway? What a monster,” Brook said, looking at the newspaper. 

“He doesn’t give up easily,” I said, looking at Tesoro's freshly printed wanted poster.

He hated to be paired with pirates, and now he has a bounty like the rest of us. 

“I'm still unsure what Tesoro was doing out at sea. Was he crazy enough to go out of his territory just to kill us?” Nami asked.

“It wouldn't be the first time someone goes as far just for us,” the idiot cook said.

“You saw that laser attack he used on the marine fleet? If he wanted to sink us, he could have tried,” Nami replied.

The color drained from her face as the prospect dawned on her.

“Maybe he wanted us alive, capture us to make a show once we were back on the ship,” Brook added.

“I don't know which one would be worse, but okay enough of this. What matters is that we escaped that situation, and we can move on,” Nami said, folding the newspaper.

Or maybe he just wanted to recapture me. What Brook said sounds more like him, but the more I think about it, the less wild my idea sounds. After fooling around with him for weeks, could he grow that attached?

My new ability may be stronger than I imagined. 

“Are you okay, Zoro?” Chopper asked.

“Yeah, I'm just glad to be back,” I said.

Regardless of what made Tesoro leave his ship and attack the Marines. One thing is accurate, and it's that his little stunt saved our asses. 

To begin with, he might be the person responsible for getting us into that chaos. But at least he went away doing one good thing. 

I can finally enjoy the sea breeze against my face without the boundaries of his quarters.

“Great! Oh, Before I forget, are you ready for your physical examination?” Chopper said.

“Well, I wanted to train today. Can we do it tomorrow?” I asked to test my luck.

“Come on, Zoro. It's going to be fast. Besides, What if you got any weird sickness under that maniac's care? I need to make sure you are well,” he replied.

Chopper looked at Nami for backup, and she sighed. 

“For every extra day you miss your medical exam, I will add a thousand berries to your debt,” She said.

“Wait, what? Why?” I asked.

“Just take the exam, Zoro. That's final,” she said, folding the newspaper and walking inside.

That woman is the devil.

“And take a shower already, you reek. Wait for me, Nami-chan,” Sanji said, following Nami inside.

Brook got close to me and sniffed the air around me.

“I don't notice anything, but what do I know? I don't have a nose, yohoho,” he said.

“Come on, Chopper. Let's get this over with,” I said, walking to the infirmary. 

He followed along and quickly got my measurements once we got inside. We called it a day after taking some blood and running some exams.

“I will have your results in no time. In the meantime, why don't you go to the training room and try to get back in action? Talksaid eagerly.

I saved myself from an even bigger debt. But I have a raccoon -dog as my trainer. 

Having the rest of the day by myself, I went up to the training room. Damn it, why did Franky put that room so high up? This ladder is killing me. This may count as my workout already. 

It takes me ten minutes to pant on the floor like a dog. It's my first day back; this is enough for now. As my body drifted into sleep, I wished the two months it would take us to reach Wano would go quickly.

My weight would return to normal by then. 

That thought is mixed with dread; what if I'm still fat by then?

What can I do to help against Kaido if I'm getting winded climbing a ladder?

I keep that in mind as my motivation for the next week as I try to keep my workout routine stable and cut down on food. 

Sadly, it was easier said than done. Trying to curve my appetite has only made things worse. The longer I try to cut down, the wilder my hunger gets. 

The thought of stuffing my face with food becomes constant, and it seems like I am losing my mind, especially with this heat going unchecked.

My need for release is still as strong as ever, especially during and after a meal. But with everyone around, it's been a pain to try and get off. 

It feels like I'm in the cage again, with the wildest hunger of my life. Food is at my grasp, but there is no way of having enough, or at least not without getting myself in more trouble.

That's why I'm trying to fall asleep and not go to the kitchen. But the hunger is killing me. My stomach rumbles so loudly I'm sure everyone could hear it if not for Luffy’s snores.

My brain tries to focus on why I shouldn’t leave the quarters. 

But- I need just a piece of Neptunian meat or an onigiri, and that's all. 

I can do it quickly. 

Nobody would care if a single onigiri was missing.

Drool runs down my chin as I imagine all the “single snacks” I could have. My body almost moves on its own as I make my way out of the quarters.

Once in the kitchen, I go to the fridge; the idea of eating just one thing goes out the window immediately. If I'm already risking it, I'll go all the way.

By the end of my raid, the kitchen was half empty, but at least my stomach was satisfied for the first time in days. 

I clean up as best as possible and hurry back to my bed, hoping nobody notices. 

Things turned out fine.

The following day, things were as usual on the ship. Everyone tried to keep themselves busy, not daring to take another fee from Nami.

Chopper is keeping up with his studies of medicine.

Nami updates her maps based on where the crew traveled under Tesoro's command.

I can't be bothered to check what the stupid cook is doing. He’s been avoiding me harder than usual, not that I mind.

Brook composes new music while Luffy dances to the beat inside a cage.

Everyone assumed he was the one who raided the kitchen last night, so they grounded him for the rest of the day. He doesn't seem to mind, so I let it slide, promising myself I won't do this again.

The days passed, and the results of my exams came in. Chopper read my blood values for a while before asking me to step on the scale.

My eyes grew wide as he looked at me happily. 

560 pounds. Instead of losing any weight, I gained ten pounds in a week or so.

“So, Zorro. Would you like to try a new diet?” he asked.

“Chopper, I appreciate the effort, but I'm eating as much as everyone. I'm sure I’ll lose this weight in no time,“ I replied, ignoring the obvious problem.

“I know it's you who steals from the kitchen at night,” he said, side-eyeing me.

All color drained from my body for good. 

“Okay, I might be having a little snack here and there. But-“ 

“We had to stop at port for an emergency refill since the pantry was emptied out yesterday,” he said worried.

“Maybe I've been hungrier than I imagined. Look, this bigger body requires more food to function. I'm just listening to what it's asking of me,” I replied.

“I get it, Zoro. I only want to help you.” 

 “I appreciate it, but trust me, I can deal with it. Besides, I can always count on the best doctor in the world to look after me,” I said with a smile.

“Your compliment won't work with me, you asshole!” He said with the biggest smile in the world. Our doctor is weak to compliments, as always.

My test results came back normal, and with his worries gone, Chopper smiled and jumped off his chair.

That was a close call. I need to cover my tracks better the next time I go to the kitchen. 

What am I saying? I shouldn't be going at all.

With a sigh of defeat, I plop my back on the floor mat as I enter the training room.

My belly roars like an engine, and my dick rises under my belly after I have caught my breath. Fuck, they are never satisfied.

After the rescue mission, I used seawater to remove the dick cage and nipple clamps from my body. The gold breaks into flakes after contact with the water. It was helpful to pay back some of my debt to Nami. Of course, she doesn't need to know where the gold came from.  

But weirdly enough, the golden plug came off of me without having to use the seawater. I momentarily thought about melting it with the rest of the golden flakes. But I'm already desperate for ways to deal with my hunger to start worrying about my leaking ass. 

So, I kept it. It keeps some of my juices in check, and it has been helping me to get just enough stimulation to get off. 

I've been trying to relieve myself in the training room more often than working out. Nobody comes up here anymore, so I play with myself for as long as needed. 

Butt instead of helping me get my mind out of the kitchen, it has only made things worst. I crave food every time I cum, and the longer I try to starve myself, the harder it is for me to cum. 

It goes so bad I'm only managing to cum when I have food in my mouth. The day passes with me trying desperately to cum, but I simply can't seem to push myself beyond the point I need. 

The idea of sneaking into the kitchen again to rub one off is too tempting, but if anyone finds me in one of my nightly binges, I won't be able to show my face again. Not to mention, Nami will charge me for every extra detour we take to restock the pantries.

I try to resist the craving, but the more I try to stay put, the more my head is filled with cured meat, pastries, jam, cheese, bread, and everything in between. 

Okay, I'm doing this quickly, one last time, and afterward, there will be no more nightly escapes.

My feet rush to the kitchen, my mind getting hazy as soon as I open the fridge door. I make a mess of myself eating without a care in the world. My dick tent in my pants at the cheer feeling of fullness, and for a second, I feel back in my element. 

Yes, this is what I needed. It would be better with some sake, but I can fetch some after I'm done with this takoyaki.

“Not even Luffy eats like this,” 

My blood froze as I turned and saw the idiot cook looking down at me with murderous intent. 

“Wait, I can explain it,” I said, stepping away from the fridge. 

“You mean how you emptied us out? again!” He said.

“Be quiet, you idiot. You will wake up the entire ship,” I plead.

“So what? You don't want them seeing you eating our rations like a selfish pig?” He said.

“Maybe I wouldn't be raiding the fridge if you served decent portions, twirl eyebrows,” I said.

Even when I have no ground to stand on, I bite back. His face makes me enrage like no other.

“Don't even try that shit with me, moss ball. You are Lucky Luffy has taken the blame, or else I would have kicked your fat ass already,” He said.

“You wish; I can still bend you like a twig any day,” I say with a smug grin, stepping closer to him.

“I doubt it, fat monkey. The only thing you can bend now is the pizzas at dinner,” He replied.

“At least one of us has an ass; no wonder you are still single,” I replied with a laugh.

At that point, we are clashing foreheads, looking straight into each other's eyes. 

“As if you had any more luck, no woman would look at your flabby arms or- Your man tits and give you a minute of their day,” he said.

“Unlike you, my focus is on getting stronger. And all of this mass is just more power to push around,” I said, pushing my belly against him.

In the crash, I felt something poking against me. As Sanji stepped back, I tried to look down and pinpoint what it was, but he spun around and walked towards the door.

His face turned red as he noticed the situation in his pants.

“Forget it, you are too dumb to get shit. Just don't enter my kitchen again,” he said before exiting the kitchen.

I didn't stop him, taking the free space to finish my meal. He will tell Nami about my nightly fridge raids tomorrow, so I’m ending my binge routine with a bang. 

The following morning came and went, but nothing happened. Nami didn't charge me for the missing food, nor did the idiot cook. 

The most significant change was if the cook had avoided me before. He is downright hiding from me now. Of course, I didn't mind; time without twirling eyebrows is always a blessing. But I would be lying if I said I wasn't intrigued by his reaction that night. 

I tried to avoid the kitchen, giving him the space he wanted, but also in an ill attempt to stick to one of the diets Chopper offered. 

A single restless night with my belly begging for substance is all it took for me to get back to the kitchen at night.

“How long will you keep this up?” he asked, entering the kitchen while I ate.

I didn't even bother turning back to look at him; I was too busy biting a chunk of cheese.

“I thought that if I didn't rat you out with the rest of the crew, you would stop. But if anything, you just double down,” He said

“Come on, we both know why you haven't said anything. It's for the same reason you have been avoiding me,” I said after stifling a belch and closing the fridge behind me.

“I- I always avoid you, you fat-bound ape,” He replied nervously. 

“Cut the crap, you know what I mean,”

“What do you want me to say? Yes, I'm avoiding you. Ever since you came back, it's been weird. Are you happy now?!” He said.

I thought he would run away again, but he stayed in place, looking at me.

“I don't know what's going on, okay? It's just- you are driving me up the walls harder than before. I'm trying not to make anything of it, but I get like- like that night, whenever you are close. And that goddamn foul smell of yours, would it kill you to shower daily?” he said, holding his temple. 

“I know how you feel; it happened to me as well. Before I mean,” I reply.

He looks puzzled at me like he wants to ask when, but he never does.

“Well, it doesn't matter. Whatever is going on, there is nothing we can do about it. Just don't ransack the kitchen again, for fuck sake,” He said. 

He rubbed his head, looking down and waiting for my next move. I can bet he is as desperate as me for action but won't ask for it. 

I'm not any better, though. Even with the need for release driving me insane, just the idea of messing around with this idiot makes my stomach turn. 

But let's be honest, I already got fucked by a gold-obsessed egocentric maniac. My standards can only improve from here. 

Gathering all my determination, I swallowed my hatred for this prick and asked:

“What if there is something we could do about it?”

Taking a step forward, I waited for him to reply. He looks at me weirdly but stays in place while I grab his shoulder. 

“You are the most irritating, distracted pervert I have met in my life,” I said.

“How is that supposed to help, Moss ball?” he replied, squinting his eyes at me.

“Let me finish. You might be the most idiotic of virgins, but as men, only we can help each other in this situation,” I added.

He looked at me with a shocked expression as I continued.

“I scratch your back, and you scratch mine,” I said.

“You are no Nami-chwan! Why would I do something like that with you?!” he said, stepping forward.

“Is anybody else offering shit to you? Pfft, I do not know why I'm bothering trying with you. You are such a pervert; you mighty just bust a nut by rubbing my ass,” I said mockingly, stepping closer.

 “While you stuff your face, I learned every technique to please a woman. Your lazy ass wouldn't stand a chance,” he replied.

“Learn how? by reading some magazines? Yeah, you must have learned a lot,” I said, pushing my belly against him. 

We stayed in silence for a second; I could hear my heartbeat as he looked at me, and for a second, I doubted myself for doing this. But I could feel him poking the base of my belly like clockwork; this fuckling pervert never changes. 

“Once. We can do this just once, and when I show you how things are done. We go back to hating one another,” he said.

“I wouldn't have it any other way,” I replied.

At first, the idiot cook looks at me nervously as he slowly removes his clothes. His face is red when I let my pants drop to the floor, and he sees my whole body naked.

And just like that, the floodgates were open; his hands went for my body without hesitation. He plays with them, mesmerized, stopping just to flicker my nips.

“You are so soft, and these are so plump,” he said before teasing my nipples.

“Want a taste?” I asked.

With a grin, I grab his head and push it towards my chest. He struggles for a second, but when his face touches my skin, he stops fighting it. His tongue grasps my nipple, and I hold a whimper. 

I can feel his fingers sink against my butt cheeks while his mouth teases my chest. His tiny body struggles to wrap around me, and I think the sheer power of this size.

The enormity of my body blinds anything that he is doing under my chest. Every touch and grasp runs electricity through my spine, and that feeling strengthens with every pound I gain. Even now, trying to lose weight, I can't deny how much I have grown fond of what it feels like to carry all this. 

“Let's go to the main course; you had enough fun there,” I said, pushing him off my chest. 

“What are you-?” 

my pants drop to the floor, and I see him lose more blood from his nose. 

“I thought you wanted to show me how it's done? Don't tell me you thought I would be satisfied with some tit play and call it a night. I need more than that,” I said, turning around and mashing my ass against his groin. 

He lets out a low moan as he grinds against my ass, his body trapped between the kitchen wall and my body.

“Fuck, my pants are ruined; why are you leaking so much from there?” he said, pushing me away to remove his clothes. 

“You haven't seen half of it,” I said, taking out the golden plug. 

The smell of the liquid hits him even at a distance, and he moves closer with a longing look. 

He grabs my asscheeks and spreads them apart, letting the flow of juice grow. His fingers tease around my hole before bringing them to his face. The freaky bastard wanted to act all stuffy, and now he can't get enough of my scent.

For a minute, he continues to tease my entrance, and while I enjoy the low current it sent, I need a dick in me, and I need it now. 

“Come on, are you waiting for an invitation?” I said.

“Don't hurry me. This is the weirdest thing I have done,” he replied.

“I have seen you doing worse, but if you are too cold feet to do it, I will take the lead,” I said, pushing back on him. 

He moans while I grind my butt against him, finally getting his dick in line with my hole. 

“You are a brute!” he said.

“You are the one moaning like a virgin, so I wouldn't be complaining if I were you,” I said before pushing back and getting his full size in. 

The pure pleasure of being filled gets me blinded. It's not as big as that golden fucker, but I can make it work. 

The pervert cook stands still, his dick hard as steel, and I start to move. 

“Wait, don't move yet,” he begged.

“I thought this was the weirdest thing you have done. Or are you double-guessing now?”

“I’m close,”

“What? You just got in. What an amateur. No wonder you are still single,” I said, pulling back and smashing back on him. 

“Wait!” he begged before he cums inside of me.

He pants, looking to the floor in pure embarrassment while I take a laugh. 

“Were you looking to do more of this with me, then? Don't worry. I won't be satisfied with your early shot. We are not finishing until I am drained,” I said.

I move in front of the fridge, and he silently follows me. 

“While you get the hang of things, be helpful and get me a snack,” I said, sitting on the floor beside the fridge. 

He looked reluctantly at the fridge and me for a solid minute before his hands fetched an apple and shoved it in my mouth.

“That's what I’m talking about, now get in. We don't have all night,” I said between mouthfuls of apple. 

He grabbed my legs and slowly got inside of me. His movements were slow and erratic, like a wild animal taking its first steps. The attempt was cute, but I needed something powerful to enjoy it. 

“Come on, is that all you have?” I teased him.

His eyes fired up, and his bucking sped up slightly as he got used to the motion. My body jiggles with each pump of his dick; my belly smashes between my legs and chest like a pendulum driving us both into a deeper heat. 

The pervert cook got the hang of things, grabbing everything in the fridge and feeding it to me without care for speed or quantities. 

A whole bowl of pasta, chicken drumsticks, custard for pastries—everything was fair game while we continued our session.

My ass makes a puddle that splashes as we move; the sound is low and quick like the slaps of my belly against my legs or chest. 

I let out a satisfying belch when my belly is packed to the brim. 

“Yes, I'm close. Keep going, twirly eyebrows. I know you can do more than that!” I said.

The feeling of a full belly takes me back; it's an overwhelming sensation I can't shake off my memory or get enough of. Rivaled only by the spot his dick is hitting, having these two forces wrecking me is all I wanted for the last few days. 

I need to lose all of this weight, so I better enjoy the pleasure the extra pounds give me now. 

Sanji drives into me one last time, his dick hits that gold spot inside me, and I feel my ass clench around him. A flash of pleasure floods my brain, and my ass cums like there is no tomorrow. 

I collapse on the kitchen floor, and we try to catch our breath. 

“Am I just into big tits and plum ass?” he said to himself. 

“Don't think so much about it. You like what you like, and that's that,” I said.

We stayed there basking in the afterglow, but then I remembered who lay beside me.

“Okay, enough of this; I'm going back to bed,” I said.

“Please shower before going to the quarters,” he replied, standing up.

“Fine, but you better make a good breakfast tomorrow to pay me for this.”

I tried to stand up on my own, but it was taking too long.

“Give me a hand; I don't feel my legs,” I said.

Yes, needing the help of the no-longer-a-virgin cook is embarrassing, but we just had sex in the kitchen floor. Embarrassment with him has a different threshold.

After Sanji helped me get back on my feet, we closed the fridge and slowly left the kitchen. 

“I will lead the way. I know you will get lost even on the way to the shower,” he said.

“I can find my way to the showers,” I said, walking away.

“That's the wrong way. Just follow me, you muscle brain,”

I reluctantly agreed.

“Let's never do this again, please,” he said.

“Of course,” I replied.

We kept fucking on a nightly basis. 

We became worried that someone would find us in the kitchen mid-session, so early on, we decided to carry the loot up to the training room and fuck there for hours on end. 

I realized our deal seemed to affect the pervert cook as the days went on.

“You know, I think something is going on with Sanji,” Nami said.

“How so?” I replied.

Sanji climbed the stairs to the garden, where we were talking. He had a big smile painted on his face as he placed two dishes in front of us.

“Nami-chwan, here is my famous parfait recipe, just for you,” Sanji said.

I took the second parfait and tasted the sweet treat melt in my mouth. He just looked at me. 

“I had some leftovers. I'm just giving them to you; don't throw them away, okay?!” he said.

I couldn't care less for a reason; I was happy to have something to munch on. 

“This is good. Bringing more next time,” I replied. 

He ignored my reply and moved downstairs, most likely to cook dinner.

“See?” Nami said.

“What? he brought dessert,” I replied, finishing my treat.

“And since when did Sanji make treats for anyone but Robin and me?” She added.

“Maybe he is in a good mood?” I replied.

“Maybe, but I can't shake the feeling that something is going on. He’s been acting more- normal,” she said.

“Shouldn't you be happy he is not asking to marry you at every hour?” I added.

“Its been a delightful upgrade, but just to be sure, I will get Chopper to check on him; a parasite or something could infect him,”

“Your choice. I wouldn't find a solution to a good thing,” I thought.

Later the same day, Sanji returned with another snack before dinner. Like Tesoro, twirl eyebrows slowly became more agreeable to my requests.

“You are an eating machine, you know, right? Luffy eats enough for fifteen people on a regular day, but somehow, you manage to eat sufficient for twenty when you are not so hungry,” He said while cooking dinner. 

I spend more time in the kitchen now, so I can taste-test whatever the pervert is doing. I also have easy access to the pantry. 

“When I'm not so hungry? By the way, all this food talk has opened my appetite. Can you get me something going?” I replied, rubbing my belly.

“At least be useful and help me with something,” he said. 

“Why do I have to help? Just give him a sandwich or something,” I replied.

He sighed and started on a sandwich with lots of everything. He is a quick learner and realizes that a grilled cheese won't do for my third snack of the day. 

“You are running me dry,” the cook said after cumming on me for the third time that night. 

“What, running out of stamina already?” I laughed.

“No, idiot. I’m talking about the pantry. We are a day away from the next port, but you ate way more than I anticipated. We might run out before that,” he said.

Our nightly sessions left a big dent in the pantry. Sanji eased the damage by buying extra provisions with his money, but my appetite has been growing to match the extra food supply. 

“I guess tomorrow will be a fishing day with the crew,” I said.

We are ready to gather our things and clean up when something moves outside. 

Sanji looks at me before rushing to his feet and looking outside. 

“Did someone see us?” I asked.

“I can't tell; there is a lot of fog outside. Cleanup, we have to get out of here,” 

“Who was that?” I asked.

“How would I know you dumbass? Anyone could find us here,” he replied, leaving the room.

“What was I thinking? What if it was Nami-chwan? Please, my angel, forgive me,” He said as we climbed down the ladder from the training room. 

“Shut up,” I hissed at him. 

Once we both got down, he took the lead and walked towards the quarters. Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks, and I crashed against his back. 

“What the matter? Keep going,” I said. 

“Get down; we are getting raided,” he said.

Looking up through the fog, I finally noticed a massive ship beside ours. Pirates climbed down from the ship and onto our deck in ropes. 

“We have to stop them before the rest of the crew wakes up and finds us like this. I'm not looking forward to explaining how the fridge emptied itself again,” Sanji said.

“Right, let's kick their asses,” I said, cracking my knuckles.

“Wait, you are a brute. Your fighting will wake everyone up. I will subdue the pirates that are on our deck, and you should get in their ship and-”

“And raid them back; that way, we can restock our kitchen. What's your first good idea, stupid prince,” I replied.

“I mean, yes, but that's not what you should focus on. Whatever, just get rid of them,” Sanji said before rushing to the main deck.

Grabbing a rope, I climb the enemy ship arduously. I'm getting exhausted, and I'm not even halfway through, but if I let go, I would have to start up from scratch, and I would rather die. So, I focus on all the food these bastards must have and muster the energy to keep going. 

Once on their deck, I reach for my swords. Thankfully, I could take them with me during the rescue mission. 

A group of grunts walk around the ship's main deck a few meters in front of me. I am about to ambush them, but I'm still struggling to reach for my swords. Since when are they so far away? 

When I finally get a hold of them, I rush to attack, but I get winded, and I know my slash will be weaker. Damn it, I should have practiced before. In my tired state, I slump forward, and I lose balance. I try to steady myself, and in that moment, an idea comes to me. 

I might be slower, and my legs quickly tire, but this body has advantages. It carries a lot of momentum as it moves.

Grounding myself and putting all my weight into my next move, I swing my hips to fire my attack.

“Sanjuroku Pound Ho,” I say under my breath.

A massive air slash flies towards the man on the deck and knocks them out. Yes, I still have it. After that, I lazily made my way through a hoard of pirates using my newfound power. Either throwing air slashes their way or smashing them against walls with my weight. 

I can't stop smiling, knowing these little shrimp are the first to taste my new and improved skills. Some of them try to warn me before moving forward, but my belly or sword crashes against them before I learn anything relevant. 

I made my way to the captain's room. Like the rest of his crew, the man was a little runt. 

“How did you get here? My guards should have stopped you!” he said.

“They were easy to deal with now; where is the kitchen? Pipsqueak,” I said, pushing myself against him.  

The man trembles in fear and guides me to their pantry. Once we get there, I knock him out cold and inspect the bounty. 

After all that exercise, my belly rumbles. I should send this back to the Sunny, but with most of the enemy ship out of commission, I can sit back, relax, and eat to my heart's content. After all, I only have to restock the fridge.

My mind gets so focused on glutting myself out that I don't feel the passing of time. I would have taken everything in their pantry without Sanji coming onto the ship to wake me from my hunger-induced stupor. 

Against my demanding gut, we moved the rest of their food and treasure to the ship and tied them up to prevent them from following us. 

“That was the last box. I think we will be covered for a few days with this,” Sanji said, wiping sweat from his face.

“Yeah, thankfully, nobody woke up either,” I replied. 

After that night, Sanji made an extra effort to ensure I didn't eat the entire ship's stock in a single night, and our feasts continued. 

While my need for food and sex was covered, there were people less than thrilled with the effect it had on my waistline. 

“Why did you make those mochi’s for Zoro?” Nami asked.

“It was an exciting challenge; I’ve never heard of mochi that could last a whole day. But don't worry, my darling; you do not have to be jealous of that moss-ball. I will make a whole batch just for you,” Sanji replied.

I was taking a nap on deck for a change when their banter upstairs woke me up. 

“No thanks, and that's not the problem! You know he is trying to lose the weight Tesoro forced on him, but you keep enabling his overeating,” Nami said. 

“I'm sorry, you are right. I don't know why I keep doing that,” Sanji replied.

“Please, don’t spoil him any further. And if you do that, I could reward you with a little kiss,” Nami said.

I can hear that perverted idiot melting from here. I guess that will be the end of my supply of food. Thankfully, we are halfway through the trip to Wano. After just one more month of waiting, I will be able to eat whatever I want in a new country.

To my surprise, that night, Sanji was right at my bedside, asking me to hook up again with the regular stop in the kitchen. 

“I didn't like training here. It always smelled of a muscled-brained monkey, but I don't mind as much now,” he said as we entered the training room with our loot of food.

“I wonder why,” I said with a laugh.

Not many people used the training room even before my kidnapping. Brook used to come to meditate with me, which was just another excuse to nap together. 

After he saw Sanji dropping some sandwiches at the training room, he’s been showing up now and then to hang out. He doesn't seem to mind my lack of training and constant eating, so I let him stay.

“I don't see the problem. You just have big bones, Yohohoho,” he would say.

He also lies to cover my ass every so often. That's the type of man our musician is.

“Ha, I thought you would cut me off with what Nami told you today,” I said, taking a bite from a pastry.

“She and Chopper have been telling me to put you on a diet for a while now,” he replied.

“I assumed this was the first time it happened; why haven't you?”

“If you wanted to lose weight, you would have already done it,” he said, looking at me teasingly. 

“Hey, I'm trying to-” 

“Cut me that crap; I know you don't want to talk about whatever got you like this in the first place. Regardless, you seem to like it enough to come here with me every night. Who cares if you are bigger? As long as you keep doing your job, nobody can tell you shit,” He said, lighting a cigarette. 

I only nod and continue to gather food for our session.

The following week passed, and my mind stayed on what Sanji said that night. He made it seem as if I had already made up my mind. 

For a long time, I blamed Tesoro for my current body. I couldn't wait to get out of his clutches and finally lose all this weight. But a month after leaving him, I kept doing the same things that had brought me to this size. 

The thing is, I don't regret those moments. Eating to the point of feeling like blowing up, having so much sex I can't think straight for an hour afterward, and playing with my belly while nobody looks. Is it too weird that I find this appealing? 

The more I think about it, the more I accept that I enjoy it. That life is better now as a fatass. But that comes with the bitter taste of knowing he made something, anything really, better.  

I push the idea out of my head and focus on what's in front of me now. 

We are less than a month away from getting into Wano, so I have to figure out a way to be useful to the team before that. 

The following day, Nami tends to her garden of tangerine trees.

Sanji is in the kitchen making Lunch.

Chopper Luffy and Brook are fishing on the other end of the deck.

Meanwhile, I bask in the sun, enjoying another calm, serene day. Something grabs me by the waist, and I feel my body being lifted off the floor. Opening my eyes, I see a set of golden hands the size of my full body flying across the ocean, carrying me god knows where at a horrifying speed.

When they stop, the Sunnyy is still in view. The next thing I see is a ship a bit smaller than ours, decorated in golden decorations from top to bottom. And without touching the damn thing, I know who is responsible for this.

In the middle of the ship is Tesoro, standing tall with a wide smile.

“Welcome back, Zoro; I've been looking forward to seeing you again,” He said happily.

There goes my calm and serene day.

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Year 1:

“I’m telling you, man. You just need to drink the protein shakes Dad and I have. Don’t worry about the taste, they’re banana chocolate flavoured. It’s actually quite delicious when you get used to the texture. Then you’ll just need to go to the gyms a few times a week to get these bad boys.” I said, flexing my 16-inch arms.

“Oh, and I can make protein pancakes!  Maybe I can add it to other pastries too. It’ll be healthy, useful and delicious. I bet your mom could never have thought of that.” He said smugly.

“Dude, focus. Why does everything have to be cooking with you?” 

“Sorry, I got too excited there. It’s just that I haven’t made breakfast you guys liked, it’s completely her territory. For now. Maybe If I make this, you guys will eat it.”

”You know we’ll have to finish whatever you both end up cooking anyway, right?”

“Yeah, that doesn’t count. I want you to eat it because you like it.” The man said, just when I thought he was sane.

”Well that’s irrelevant. Don’t you think it’s a great idea?” He asked.

Even though he’s a maniac, I have to admit.

“I guess it’s not bad, I don’t have to drink and eat at the same time. Just don’t make too much, you get easily full with those things.”

“Don’t worry about it man. Don’t you have morning football practice to burn off the calories?”

“Alright, just don’t put raisins in there. I heard somewhere that they make you dehydrated.”

I shoo him out of the door and start undressing. Contemplating on a compression shirt or an oversized Tee, my head starts running. I am objectively muscular, but compared to the guys at the gym, I’m nothing. I don’t think I’m big enough yet. Oversized Tee it is then. 

Grabbing my duffle, I ran downstairs. Then, the scent of banana chocolate sweets blasted my face. 

“Morning Jay, come try it out. This is really good.” Dad called out with his mouth half full.

I picked up the buttered pancake. It smells nice, with some cherry scent in there too.

“Dang, this is not bad, Pumpkin,” I shouted to him in the kitchen.

“Right? And with more space in the stomach for drinks, you can try Chloe’s fruit smoothie.” Dad said.

“Don’t worry sweetie, the fruits are from the farmers market so it’s healthy.” Mom yelled from the kitchen.

Looking back at the breakfast, it’s a bit more bulky than usual, but I’m gonna work it off in the morning drill anyway.

Without more hesitation, I dug into the full plate of pancakes and blueberry whipped cream.

“Sweetie, you’re already done? I have more in the back.” Mom said

“She really stepped up her game, right?” Dad chimed in.

“It was awesome mom. Thank you, and help me thank Theo too. But I really need to go now. The practice starts in 30.”

“Alright sweetie, stay safe and don’t be late. I’ll have David finish off the rest.”

“Wait, me? But there’s so much!” Dad whined.

“Love you Mom, love you dad, gotta go.”

I rushed out of the house with the faint sound of their replies.

I felt bad for Dad, since school started, I’ve been leaving the leftovers to him because of school. More often than not, Theo and Mom would overcook and we would be left with more food than we know how to deal with. So Dad would take his usual time for morning runs to finish it before going to work. I need to make it up to him somehow. I guess I could offload his burden by eating more on the weekends.

The practice went as well as it could with my stomach full of pancakes; although Coach thought I had a lot of potential with all the fumbles. Probably because Dad was a star quarterback here back in his days.

“You just need to get used to the team dynamic here, then it will all be fine, Jacob. Don’t sweat it,” Coach said.

It was easier said than done. Someone literally asked me how long my dick was, then groped my pec. At least in high school, people had the decency of being embarrassed.

Maybe I do need to chill off. Go to the club like they said. I do have the biggest pecs out of everyone after all. And I heard people like big glutes, so maybe someone would want me.

It took me a month to search up a club. I was not stalling. Then, another month to put the address into Google Maps. I was busy. Homework has been rough, the professor hates me and Theo needs me to restock. Nonetheless, I finally have time now.

Yay.

Putting on Dad’s old Beige Polo, I look pretty good. The shirt hugs my muscles too much for comfort, but it’s the one day of the month I’m supposed to look like a slut. The light is going to be dimmed anyway.

Fishing for the keys, my hand found some candied fruit on the stand. The guy even knows how to make candies from leftover fruits, who even does that? I grabbed some to put it in my mouth. 

On my way out I caught a glimpse of my father in the kitchen. He’s been starting to brew homemade beers with steady progress.

“Oh, Jay! You’re going out? You got a date, yeah?”

He turned back, revealing the newly grown beer belly.

“What?! Of course not. It’s the shirt right? I look like a try hard.”

”Haha, be careful whose shirt you’re insulting. That was my lucky shirt.” 

He misunderstood, I just thought I would look half as in place as he looks if I wear this. I really shouldn’t go. 

”You’ll be alright son, you’re a charming young man. People will see that.”

My eardrums are fucking gushing blood.

The Club sound rattled through my bones as random guy number six and random chick number four came.

Dad was right. I was quite charming, TOO charming, even.

“Oh my gosh look at those arms,” running her hand, Random chick number four said.

“He probably has killer abs too. Wanna come home with me tonight, Jock boy?” Random guy number six said.

“Sorry man, I’m straight. I also have a friend waiting for me in the car.” I replied.

“Aww man, too bad. I wanted a dumb jock to rail me tonight.” He said while walking off. Seriously, what is up with people these days?

At least I still have my 16 dollar margarita with me in the corner.

Lost in my head, a potential random guy number seven approaches.

“Hey, what’s a hot guy like you doing in the corner?” Number seven asked.

“Sorry, I’m straight.”

“Ahh, my bad. Worth a shot,” He said.

“Man, why is every Dad bod fuck boys straight? Gay people are too obsessed with their bodies to have the look,” he added.

“What did you say?” I asked.

“Oh, it’s nothing. I have a thing for guys who look like you. Not really a jock anymore, but still attracts everyone.”

My 16 dollar margarita was spilt.

“Oh, Shit. Sorry I don’t know what to do.” I’m glad to not have a friend in my car waiting to see me embarrass myself.

“Don’t worry man, I’ll handle it.” Number seven said.

I don’t know why I’m doing this. It’s not like I have a Dad bod, is a fuck boy, or even gay. But the guy he described is the kind of masculine, wild man I aspire to be. Not a shit given to what people think. Maybe I can be that guy tonight. 

“Sorry I’m not the Dad bod fuck boy you thought I was.” 

I already butchered it. Why the hell did I say that? That’s not what a guy without a care in the world would say.

“What if you are.” He reached under my polo and grabbed my abs. Or softer abs, cause he’s clearly grabbing something.

“But I’ve never done this before,” Holy shit, I need to shut the fuck up.

“No worries, you just need to sit back and enjoy.”

I look back at the rotting toilet. Maybe not sit.

“We’re gonna make this quick, alright?” He said. Then gave my stomach a quick squeeze. 

I’m telling Mom and Theo to cut back on the food tonight.

He slid down the zipper and tugged on my dick.

“You’re not who I imagined to be, but I like pathetic boys like you too.” He said.

“Wait, what? I - fuuuck.”

He uses his thumb to twirl around my cock head; then the freak proceeds to lick my stomach pudge.

“Fuuuuuuck,” I involuntarily groaned. 

“Hahaha, seems like it would be quicker than I thought.”

He laughed. Fucking laughed at me. And my dick is harder than ever before.

Then, out of nowhere. He grabbed my ass and sucked half of my length in.

“Holy sh-“ I yelped 

He covered his left hand on my mouth and said hushly. “Jesus, fuck boy! Do you want everyone to hear? I mean it’s hot, but we’ll get kicked out.”

“I’m sorry, I’ve just ohhhhhh.”

He sucked the entire length in as I got into his throat. It’s cold for a second with the air being sucked, then it warms up my dick as I get closer to the edge.  And, wait, did I just moan out loud?

Didn’t give me a chance to breathe, he repeated the motion again and again.

I’m really close.

“Not yet fuck boy.” He said as he guided my hand to my pec.

“What is it?” I asked. 

“Twist your nipples and do not stop until we’re done.” 

Strange request, but it seemed like there was a lot I didn’t know, so I complied.

“I thought only women like this?” I asked as I squeezed my nipples.

He immediately got back to work as if telling me to shut the fuck up.

Then, I feel it. 

It might be the cold air conditioning or the fact that I have my cock in someone’s fucking mouth, but my nipples perked up and got sensitive all of a sudden. 

He starts to squeeze and rub my stomach as my senses overload.

Once in a while, he would come up with a remark or two.

“I bet you’re the kind of guy that likes to sit around, munch all day, let other people take charge and fuck you,” He said.

”I bet your bubble butt will grow twice as big by the end of the year because you hate the gym deep down,” He said.

It all doesn’t make sense. I only have five, ten tops of weight added, but my dick gets even harder.

“Come on, fuck boy. Twist those fat tits for me,” he said as the sucking picks up the pace.

“Fuck yeah, my fat tits.” It’s all too much for me to form a thought.

“Fuck my fat ass too.”

“Yeah, faster!”

He gave my slight belly a final squeeze as I cummed harder than I’d ever experienced.

I can feel my dick still shooting out cum as I blacked out.

Someone is wiping me.

Oh, right.

“Great, you’re up.” Random man said.

”Huh?”

“It got real messy, eh?” He continues.

“Sorry, I got carried away earlier. You’re just so hot.”

It seems like he’s not going to stop talking.

“You’re obviously still a jock, but hey. A man can dream,” he said

“You’ve got some real potential, kid.” He patted my apparently now-existing belly and said.

I don’t get it. I’ve been eating more than usual lately, and Theo’s snacks don't help, but mom got the ingredients from the farmers market, so they were definitely healthy. Maybe I am missing something else.

“Here,” he hands me a small piece of paper.

“Call me if you want to do this again.”

Then just like that, the strange man leaves.

I didn’t give a second glance at the piece of paper before throwing it in the trash can.

Against my better judgment, I put my hand back in the disgusting trash can.

No harm in keeping it.

The stranger’s words ring in my head as I put an undisclosed sum of money on margaritas.

Maybe I do like being taken care of.

***

My phone vibrated for the thousandth time today, almost causing an earthquake. 

“Aggggah, leave me aloneeee. Help me baby Jesus.”

The alcohol from last night, plus the vibration is enough to kill a bear.

Opening the over-lit phone, I see Theo’s happy ginger face.

Theo: Hey Jay, could you help me buy a cookbook I want at the mall, asap? 

Me: kys❤️

Mom: Jacob, could you explain the language? 

Shit, it's the family chat! 

Me: It means keeping yourself safe, mom. I'll go to the mall in a bit!

Theo, the little bastard, replied with a laughing emoji.

Brushing my teeth, I saw myself in the mirror. 

Definitely can’t unsee it now. I still have some abs definitions, it’s just pushing out now.

I hesitated, looking at the protein ice cream sandwich mom prepared for me. 

Well, I do need something to settle my stomach from the alcohol. Plus, protein is always healthy.

Grabbing a few more ice cream sandwiches, I made my way to the bus.

The mall is located in the middle of nowhere. Nobody comes here except for Costco. Apparently there’s a chain book store too.

Finding the book has been proven difficult. Half the store sells stationery, and the other half sells boring books nobody wants. There is no reason for the store to be this huge.

By the time Theo, the brat, had confirmed the book, it was already past two. 

“Hello, excuse me. Is there no restaurant here whatsoever?” I asked the book nerd from the counter.

“Ahhhhh, there’s ahh fast food down the lane, to um, the right?”

“Alright, thanks.” Looks like I’m going to starve myself until I get back.

Going to the bus station, I pass the fast food place. They must have had a rebranding these couple of years. They used to smell like kids puke. Now… it smells like some sweet apple pie, fries, or chicken nuggets? Yeah, definitely some chicken nuggets. Haven’t had them in years. 

No. I must not get carried away.

Dad said fast foods are not real food. Ever since he watched the Super Size Me documentary, he banned the whole family from eating fast food, and I thank him for it every day. 

Today will be an exception. This will be my reward for going through everything that happened this week.

“So, we have a discount for everyone who uses our app. You can also get points for a free meal in the app.” The fat ass cashier asked.

“Yeah, why not. I could save a few.” Not like I’m going to use it after this.

My hands end up with a combo of fries, burger, nuggets and a medium soda.

While enjoying the smell of garbage goods, I catch a glimpse of an obese guy sitting in the corner. 

He looks. Wait, it’s Avery Lancaster.

Holy shit it’s true. He did gain 70 pounds and some more. Looks like he’s in his 300s now.

The image of his fat ass hanging off the seat brought me back to reality.

I will not eat at this restaurant ever again after this meal, so I won’t end up like him. 

Except for the fries. The fries are too good to pass.

For The rest of the semester, things went as well as they could.

Homework has been piling up, the professor still hates me, so I have less time to hit the gym.

Sports are enough for me so stay fit anyway.  At least until next year’s spring season starts. 

Coach has been supportive of my decision to bulk up. He just gave me an ominous warning about off-season athletes bulking too much.

When the Thanksgiving holiday came, I was ready to go on a diet. 

After the holidays.

Because mom has seriously improved her skills, and, as much as I don’t wanna say it, Theo’s food is basically tailored made to my taste. They might just be.

I have a sneaking suspicion that they are using Dad and I as testing metrics for their little competitions. Just a suspicion. Because recently Theo started focusing on making food for me, Mom began to make food primarily for Dad.

The suspicious duo seem to have the belief that weight equals love. If that is the case, I am truly screwed. There is no one but dead people who can resist Theo’s cooking. I’ve even been brainwashed to think Theo’s food rants are interesting, that’s how powerful he is.

By the end of the Christmas dinner, I could tell that Theo had probably lost in their competition by the look on his face. I almost felt bad for not eating enough. 

It's not like the food wasn’t good; my opponent is Dad. His appetite is unmatched. At the beginning of the year, he barely eats anything for breakfast while keeping his plant-based diet. Now he’s an absolute beast, he can inhale 15 pancakes at the speed of sound. Whatever I’ve gained this year, Dad probably has gained twice as much.  He also grew out his beard and body hair which I struggle to do. There is literally no better definition of man than him.

After the Christmas dinner, I went up to assess the damage. 

Twenty-two pounds of flabby fat gained this year.

Why don’t I at least look like Dad with a firm, rounded gut? Instead, mine grows around the underbelly, looking like a soft fanny pack.

I need to stop thinking about this. I’m still muscular after all. 215 is nothing compared to the guys on the team.

“Oh, it’s nothing. I have a thing for guys who look like you. Not really a jock anymore, but still attracts everyone.” His voice echoed in my head.

Deleting the notifications from the fast food app, I opened the phone and dialled the number for Random Guy number 7.

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Day 1: Transformation.

A werenerd, at day a jock, at night a nerd.

Day 2: Latex Love

Max and Grit trying on new outfits for a different type of battlefield.

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Day 3: Date Night.

Lancelot should have known that having a cook like Vane as a partner would affect both of their waistlines. But I don't think he minds it.

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Day 4: Leashed.

I couldn't stop myself from using a Golden Ratio reference. Tesoro and Zoro own my timeline.

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