“Alright,” the commander spoke in a demanding tone, placing a watering can next to the small tree in front of him, the tree looking at him with a slightly worried expression. The pink alien quickly placed a hand in the water inside the can, flicking the droplets onto the surface of the tree, “I’ve been watching you, I know this stuff can make you grow.” He crouched down, “now, let’s try growing that fruit again, hmm?~” Commander Beefy placed a hand upon Sir Tree’s stump, tapping his fingers impatiently. 


        Sir Tree flinched slightly, but reluctantly obliged, his leaves stretching as he forced himself to create a pear. “Yes! That’s the one!” The commander spoke excitedly, swiping the pear from Sir Tree and biting into it with gusto. “So good…” he purred, placing the fruit on the ground. “Now all I need you to do is make more, just like this one,” he explained. 


        The tree’s leaves shaked again, this time producing a single apple. The commander picked it up and looked at it with annoyance, shaking his head, “no, not like this, the color needs to be like this one,” he said, pointing at the pear while biting into the apple, “and it needs to be… mrm, sweeter.” He considered placing the apple down, but didn’t want to waste it, after all, it wasn’t bad, just not what he was looking for, and so he placed the rest of it in his mouth, swallowing it whole with relative ease. He crossed his arms, “try again.”


        Once again, more fruit was produced, this time a bushel of bananas. “Are you kidding me!?” the commander spoke with annoyance, grabbing the fruit. “I’m sorry, I’m really trying,” Sir Tree muttered, sounding exhausted. “Well try harder,” the commander stated bluntly, biting into one of the bananas, chewing the peel and everything. “You got the color closer but… eugh, what is this taste?” He complained as he continued to eat, eventually finishing off the bushel. 


        “Maybe you should stop eating,” Sir Tree said, slightly concerned, “it might be a while before I get this right, I wouldn’t want you to get a tummy ache.” Commander Beefy just scoffed, as if the very idea of that was ridiculous. “Less talking, more fruit,” he snapped, growing more impatient. 


        Sir Tree watched helplessly as he continued to try to create fruit, being continually scolded by his strange visitor, and after every mistake his creations quickly disappeared into the commander’s gullet. He slowly started to grow more and more tired and distracted, even as the commander watered him, he still felt quite sluggish and weak, and as a result he got even further from the desired result. 


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        “Hey are you sleeping? Come on!” Sir Tree woke up groggily, hearing the swaying of his own leaves as the commander shook him gently. “You’ve got all these leaves and STILL you haven’t got it right, honestly you’re just wasting my time at this point.” Sir Tree said nothing as he used the last of his leaves to produce more fruit, albeit this time purposely crafting them to be as incorrect as possible due to his own frustration at the commander’s lack of patience. 


        “Well, that’s all the water I have,” Commander Beefy sighed in exasperation as he picked up the pear and ate it, before turning his attention to the massive pile of fruit dumped next to him. He shrugged and grabbed one from the pile before turning his attention to Sir Tree once again, “oh well, there’s always next time,” he stated bluntly, idly chewing on a kiwi before gesturing to the pile. “Although I guess I do need to clean up, do you mind?” he asked, Sir Tree looking at him with a bit of confusion. 


        “Clean up?” “Yeah,” the alien stated, finishing off the kiwi in his hand, “it’s not like anyone else is here, might as well finish all this off myself.” “I don’t know…” Sir Tree began, before quickly being shut up, “Shhhh, it’s fine, it would look bad on my end to have all these leftover duds anyways,” the commander stated. Although he still thought it was a bad idea for him to eat so much, Sir Tree simply responded that he never minded company. 


        Over the next hour or so, Sir Tree simply watched Commander Beefy eat and listened to him ramble about nothing in particular, although he found it a bit difficult to pay attention on the count that the commander had decided to sit nearly right in front of him, causing his face to occasionally get hit with stray drops of juice as he talked. But more than that, he was absolutely mesmerized with just how much the alien could pack away, in fact, he enjoyed watching so much he started to ponder if he could get him to come back soon just so he could purposely mess up more. The company was nice. 


        He watched as the commander reached for a handful of strawberries, noticing something interesting. In all the time that he had known the commander, one of the things he took particular note of and felt a hint of jealousy towards was his possession of a fairly svelte figure. However, instead of what he was used to, he noticed the slightest bit of a curve in place of his usual flat middle. It was quite odd, as no beings on Earth had bodies that could stretch in such a manner, although he did find it a little cute. 


        Curious about this strange phenomenon, he continued to watch him eat, wondering if, since he had a body that could stretch, if he could eat as much as he wanted. After a while of staring, Commander Beefy seemed to notice where Sir Tree’s eyes were focused, and a small blush seemed to creep over his cheeks. “Um… you’re staring… why are you doing that.” “N-nothing!” the small tree stuttered, shivering a bit, “I just got distracted is all, you know… daydreaming.” 


“Uh huh,” the commander eyed him suspiciously, before turning his attention to a handful of strawberries. He quickly stuffed them in his mouth and let out an involuntary moan, before catching himself. “Good lord…” Sir Tree muttered under his breath, he couldn’t tell if the commander was teasing him on purpose or if he was really just that oblivious. 


“What was that?” the commander asked, chewing and swallowing some flowers that were in the pile. He scooted closer to Sir Tree, his now noticeably round belly pressing slightly against the small tree’s face. The poor tree didn’t know how to respond, stuttering heavily as he tried to come up with an excuse. 


“You like this don’t you?~” the commander spoke up, giving the tree a sly look. “Well I-” Sir Tree started to speak, before being cut off again. “Now, now, don’t try to deny it, it really is quite obvious,” the commander spoke bluntly, scooting just a tiny bit closer to the point where his tummy was completely smooshed against the tree’s face, “If I didn’t know any better, I’d even say you did this on purpose~” 


“How about you handle the rest of this mess then, hmm~?” He gestured to the rest of the fruit, and then back to himself. “I’m full~” he teased, giving his belly a little pat. “Oh but there’s still some fruit left… help me finish?” The way in which he stated his question almost sounded more like a demand than anything, and as he impatiently pressed up against the tree, it was made all the more obvious. 


“Ok, ok!” Sir Tree blushed, turning his head to the side so that he could see and picked up a round and juicy cherry. He held it shyly to the commander’s mouth, only to yelp and pull back as he grabbed the cherry and bit into it as if he hadn’t eaten in weeks, red juice dribbling down his chin and onto Sir Tree’s leaves. Sir Tree was about to hand him a handful of cranberries next, but instead of taking them, Beefy simply opened his mouth as Sir Tree dropped each one inside, cheeks swelling from all the fruit inside his mouth as he chewed, his hands flying to his belly, rubbing it gingerly. 


Sir Tree could feel the commander’s middle let out a strained groan. “Are you sure you’ll be able to finish?” he asked with concern. Sure, there was only one fruit left, but he definitely didn’t want to be responsible if his friend got hurt. “I’m sure…” Commander Beefy mumbled, eyes focused on the huge cucumber laying next to him. He tried to reach for it himself, but found that he couldn’t stretch that far on account of how full he was. 


Sir Tree grabbed the cucumber and held it up to the commander’s mouth, watching as his tired jaws got to work on the crisp fruit. As he chewed, Sir Tree used his other leaves to gently rub his belly, hoping that it would help. When Commander Beefy finally finished, he slumped back a bit, breathing heavily. His small friend was reasonably concerned, but seemed to relax a bit when he spoke again. 


“Hfff… that… was good,” the commander spoke through ragged breaths, letting out a soft moan. He sat up as best he could, backing off of Sir Tree to release some of the pressure inside him. “I can’t believe you ate so much…” Sir Tree muttered, leaves still gently brushing over the surface of his friends’ torso. “You and me both,” the commander huffed, stifling a sickly burp with his fist. 


“But hey, it was fun though!” He smiled enthusiastically, “Maybe after you get things right next time, we could do this again, you know, for fun.” He seemed to place a particular emphasis on the word “right,” but the idea still seemed very desirable for his small friend. “Well, I guess I could try harder next time, just for you…” Sir Tree spoke, a sort of gentleness present in his voice.


“Anyhow…” the commander yawned, stretching slightly, “I’m looking forward to it, but for now….” He lazily flopped on his side, wrapping his arms around Sir Tree. “I’m quite tired, so I will sleep here.” The two of them snuggled for a while, both exhausted in their own ways, until Commander Beefy fell asleep. As Sir Tree lay there, feeling warm and cozy surrounded by his friends’ fur, he placed a gentle kiss upon the commander’s head before drifting off into a dream of his own.