The loud tapping of feet permeates throughout the empty, yellow room. Fangless gums suckle on knuckles attached to curled fingers. The colorful playdough creature wrings their hands together in a flustered frenzy, self indulgent thoughts causing him to coo in delight. Bittergiggle wanted so badly to be chubby, pudgy, even. He was a little soft around the middle, sure, but living several stories below an abandoned kindergarten didn’t exactly give him access to very much food. He often felt his stomach rumble from hunger day by day, begging for something more than scraps and the occasional other monster. He was a bit jealous of other monsters in that regard, Toadster in particular having an especially appealing form, though that was somewhat in part due to his natural body shape on account of being a toad. 


        Luckily, Bittergiggle was in luck on this particular day, for the Queen was holding a most extravagant banquet- a perfect chance for him to eat his fill, were it not for the fact he was a sworn enemy of the kingdom. Still, even the Queen wouldn’t be able to eat an entire buffet’s worth of food, at least not if she wanted to keep up appearances, which was something Bittergiggle was fortunately free of on account of their exile. 


        And so the jester snuck into the castle after hours, creeping along the creaking floors on the tips of his shoes, with a bent back and arms in the facade of a raptor. Just as expected, there was a plethora of food left over from her and Toadster’s little feast for the jester to get their grubby little hands on. He wastes no time pigging out on every morsel he can get his hands on- delightfully crunchy bags of chips, devilishly sugary sodas, and perfectly doughy donuts. It was always a mystery to him where the Queen acquired such delights, remembering them fondly from his time in her court, though he suspects they may come from a lost, functional vending machine somewhere in the facility. 


        He eats and eats as fast as he can, unsure of how much time he has before someone enters the room, soon feeling as though he might burst, his shirt soon riding up over his stuffed gut, seams crackling and threatening to snap if he pushes himself further. They lie back in a stray chair, using their hand to rub at their middle in a happy glee. Despite not being able to bring themself to eat another bite, he can’t help but wish he could, eyes gliding over the still dozens of free morsels available for consumption, just sitting there, taunting him. Nevertheless, the sleepy sensation of a full stomach lures the creature to sleep, despite his valiant attempts to fight it. 


        To his horror, when he woke up, his eyes met the pupils of another, though luckily not the creatures he would have been alarmed to see. Instead he is met with a very curious Banban, who he can only assume is fascinated on account of his absolutely shameless display of gluttony. 


        “You look chipper…” Banban speaks in his usual monotone voice, eyes drifting to Bittergiggle’s round middle. Once the jester is more awake, the uncomfortable fullness sets in again, causing him to groan and rub at his girth once more to ease the feeling. 


        “You’re gonna get a belly if you keep eating like that,” Banban warns. Bittergiggle rolls his eyes at this with a smile, “That’s kind of the point.” The red monster doesn’t respond to this, trying his best to be supportive. “Do you- uh- need any help? You know, before Toadster gets back, I wouldn’t want you to get in trouble,” Banban asks, not waiting for an answer before picking up the jester in his arms, causing a small grunt to escape Bittergiggle’s lips. 


        “You know you don’t have to steal,” Banban comments as he carries Bittergiggle back to his room, making sure to be gentle with him, “If you wanted anything to eat I could always get you something- er- a lot of things if that’s what you’re into.” Bittergiggle raises an eyebrow at this, was Banban encouraging him? 


        Once the two arrive at Bittergiggle’s room, Banban sets the jester down on a bench. “It’s just I- uh- I saw that you seemed to be enjoying yourself-” he mutters shyly. “Yeah,” Bittergiggle replies, curious as to what Banban is trying to imply. Before he can get an answer, Banban reaches a hand out to drift his fingers gently over Bittergiggle’s belly. 


        “Finding you like that, you- well- I find your appetite impressive, that’s for sure.” Banban smiles softly, “I kind of want to watch you… uh- eat if that’s not too strange.” That comment makes Bittergiggle blush, suspecting Banban is being a bit more than supportive. Banban leans in noticing the jester’s blush, placing a hand against the wall as he leans over him, “Are you hungry enough to eat now? I- I- uh- I would really like to watch.” 


        Bittergiggle lets out a guffaw at this comment, “No way! You must be out of your mind, red one, maybe later.” Having nothing better to do, the two sit in silence for a while, Bittergiggle slowly working away at his meal and Banban leaned against him in wait. Soon, the bloated feeling died down, and most of what was left in Bittergiggle’s stomach was miscellaneous digested bits and pieces of his previous meal organized neatly into an easier to manage sludge resting in his intestines. Although he hadn’t yet gained anything from his little binge, Bittergiggle nevertheless felt proud of their accomplishment. He felt very relaxed in this state and even a bit hungry again. 


        A devious grin spreads across Bittergiggle’s face as they decide to mess with Banban, stroking their belly with a finger while leaning back against him, moving the appendage in circles around their navel in a teasing manner before their stomach lets out a loud groan of emptiness. “So about that offer of yours, devil?” 


        Banban puts a hand over his chest at this, gripping his fingers into his flesh as his heart beats quickly under his palm. He smiles and nods as he hears another gurgle from Bittergiggle’s gut, reminding him that he would actually need to fetch food in order to make this happen. 


        The red devil wastes no time, practically scrambling out of the room to who knows where to grab some food, leaving Bittergiggle to smugly wait for his return. Under normal circumstances he would be much more embarrassed about this sort of thing, but Banban’s reactions bring him a similar joy to getting a chuckle at one of his jokes, just a little hit of happiness. His attention is soon diverted by a candy bar placed excitedly against his lips, Banban staring at him with an armful of treats in an eager delight. 


        The jester wastes no time wetting his lips and biting into the sugary delight. His mind loses itself in the sensations of flavor and utter indulgence so much so that he nearly forgets someone else is watching, cramming the entire bar down his gullet with greedy fervor. A moan escapes his lips, followed by a blush once they remember they have company, though he quickly works off the nerves with a cheerful laugh. He feels a little silly about the situation, after all, but being a jester it’s a feeling he is used to. 


        Beyond that, he feels happy, having Banban roped into his little fantasy is just icing on the cake at this point, it’s always nicer to enjoy yourself with company after all. Bittergiggle finishes the first few morsels easily, leaning back against the wall and giving his belly a proud pat. Banban smiles and offers the jester a piece of raw meat, much to their surprise. 

        “Where did you manage to find this?” Bittergiggle asks inquisitively, having never seen food that wasn’t processed this deep. “Well- you know- I was a member of the facility so I have access to the staff rooms,” Banban explains, “A few of them have fridges, and I found some meat in a few of them.” Bittergiggle looks at Banban questioningly at this, “Is that sanitary?” To which Banban just shrugs, popping the piece into Bittergiggle’s mouth. 


        The feeding session continues for several minutes, Bittergiggle eating every single piece of food that Banban gives him, only stopping to occasionally question where the red creature acquired certain items. Soon, the last morsel pops into the jester’s mouth, Bittergiggle moaning and groaning once again, feeling full, but smiling in content as he rests his hands on the top of his gut. 


        Banban soon gets to work as well, rubbing at the gut he helped fill as gently as he can. “Wow- I can’t believe you actually managed to eat so much,” Banban blushes, feeling Bittergiggle’s stomach rumble under his fingertips.


        Over the course of a few hours, Bittergiggle watches with delight as his middle begins to pack on the pounds, all the food he ate being converted into comfortable fat. Even with his shirt pulled back down, the clothing soon begins to feel tighter and tighter as his entire body begins to balloon out. Kneading at the cushy, blobby flesh feels wonderful, practically immobilizing the jester as his mind slips into thoughts of getting even bigger. 


        Once he’s finished growing, the seams of his outfit are straining heavily, bound to snap if he stuffed himself at this state, but still able to cover him up luckily. “Thanks for the food, Banban,” Bittergiggle smiles, very pleased with himself and his new form. Banban doesn’t respond, only grabbing one of Bittergiggle’s rolls with a small smile. 


        “If you ever want to do this again- I’m up for it anytime.”