Kit wasn't sure what he expected when Aldan had invited him over for the winter holiday; with this being a time of vacation, the kangaroo had expected to stay for maybe a couple of days, maybe a little longer, and enjoy the tropical climate of the toucan's personal island. It was better than freezing in the cold that came with the turn of autumn to winter, so Kit had gladly accepted, packing his bags and preparing for departure the next day. He knew that it wouldn't take long for his friend to get there; in all honesty, Aldan could have arrived in a moment's notice had he wanted to, but the toucan had *some* sense of propriety, and had been kind enough to wait until he was ready to leave. Probably watching him or something like that, but Kit was used to his friend's strange antics, and had just learned to ignore them.

The toucan had arrived in a fairly simple car, which was not unusual for him; when one had as much control over the finer details of life as Aldan did, sometimes it was nice to kick back and do something a bit more “normal.” Kit doubted such normalcy would last once they got to the toucan's private island, but for now it was nice to dream that it would be a boring, peaceful vacation of sunning on the warm beach and enjoying some time away from it all. His suitcase was loaded in the back of the car before he made his way to the front, squeezing behind the driver's side dash. The kangaroo's pudgy belly, which protruded a fair deal from the rest of him, squished against the dashboard, causing him to glare as he did so; Aldan just grinned, the bird's own notable belly having a surprising amount of clearance from the steering wheel, preventing it from being cramped; it seemed that the car was not as normal as it appeared, and had been tailored to tease Kit right from the very beginning, especially since the toucan had almost a full hundred-pound weight advantage over his companion.

Squeezing himself in and tugging at the seatbelt (which of course also didn't make it across, further solidifying that the toucan was already having his way), Kit sat back, expecting a short drive to get to where they were going... only to blink and realize that he was no longer at the street in front of his house. Instead the car was now parked in a large, spacious garage, well-lit and with a staircase leading into the rest of the building. Kit shook his head as he climbed back out of the car, finding doing so was far easier than getting in; he didn't understand how someone as skilled as Aldan could be content with living as languidly as he did. He could jump anywhere in the world in seconds, change his house around at a whim; with that sort of power, Kit imagined he'd be living a far more adventurous life, exploring all the things he could do. Ah well, one could never truly understand another.

Aldan led the way into the house at a slow, comfortable waddle, his heavy frame moving fluidly despite the extra flab on it. Kit, on the other hand, felt every jostle and wobble from his own paunch as he followed, a little embarrassed at how much better his companion carried his weight. Maybe he'd see if Aldan could do something for that while he was here, but for now, the kangaroo wanted to get himself situated and his clothing unpacked. Of course that thought only lasted for a few minutes as Aldan made a few practiced keystrokes in the air, and Kit's suitcase was immediately removed from his hand, disappearing completely. The marsupial was slightly surprised, but a look at Aldan just earned him a grin back. “Oh don't worry, Kit, your stuff's in your room. Programmed it myself, so you'll like it, I should think. Just making sure, your clothing was 5XL right?” 

The kangaroo gave him a flat look back. “Try 3XL. I think you got your size mixed up with mine.” Again the toucan just smirked and gave his feathered belly a playful pat, making it wobble. “Nah, you're completely wrong, Kit. I just updated my wardrobe, and I can assure you...” He leaned in and gave a playfully conspiratorial wink. “I'm now wearing 6XL.” Kit just rolled his eyes; yet another curious part of Aldan's personality was that the toucan actually enjoyed being on the heavier side, as opposed to something more sleek or ideal. Kit didn't mind his own extra weight... much, anyway, but he also wasn't in the mindset to get bigger. Losing weight would be an unnecessary hassle too, so he had stayed at his presently plump form. But Aldan could change his own size in a heartbeat, and why he remained at a heavy three hundred and fifty pounds, Kit would never understand.

Aldan led the way into his living room, sprawling across the couch and flipping on the television. Kit stared at him for a moment, a bit surprised, looking from the couch to the TV, and back again. “...That's it? You brought me here, to your tropical island, for us to sit and watch television together?” The toucan looked up, giving him a look that asked if that was a problem, before he resumed to channel surfing. Kit rolled his eyes and looked around, trying to figure out where his room was. Aldan might have wanted to laze about, but the kangaroo wanted to enjoy the warm sun as opposed to the growing rain that he had been dealing with back home. He'd need to change into something more beach-appropriate, however.

“Hey, Aldan... where *is* my room, anyway?” Kit asked as he looked around, trying to make heads or tails of the many doors that led from the room. Knowing Aldan, the lazy toucan had probably made it so that going through a door would simply transport him to the room of his choice. “You never got to showing me around, and I'd like to get changed into my swim trunks so I can hit the beach.” Aldan looked up again, turning off the television and giving another of his mischievous smiles before replying.

“Speedo or mankini?” He asked, causing Kit to stare. “What? Swim trunks don't do that body justice, and I'm a bird who enjoys the finer things in life.” Kit's face reddened, and he shook his head vehemently. “No, no! My trunks are just fine. I just want to go get some sun, not show off my...” The roo's reddened cheeks indicated that he was a little embarrassed by his friend's attention towards his weight, even though it was positive, and he just huffed before plopping down on the couch. “Fine. We'll watch television. You happy now?” Aldan's smile said that he was amused enough, and the two of them settled down to flip channels for a bit, trying to settle on something to watch.

Of course, nothing could ever be so simple, not with Aldan. Somewhere between the sci-fi channel and some boring documentaries, Kit found a feathered arm wrapped around his shoulders, tugging him towards the side. In a moment he found himself resting with his head on a pillow; well, that wasn't so bad. He couldn't understand why Aldan would need to pull him aside for that, as he could simply conjure a pillow if Kit indicated that he wanted to rest but... oh well. It was nice and comfortable too, soft and with a good deal of give to it, shifting and wobbling as his head moved, trying to find a comfortable position.

It wasn't until Kit noticed the stifled giggles coming from a tickled Aldan that the kangaroo realized that his head was planted firmly atop the toucan's belly, and he had been practically snuggling up against the soft mass. A feathered belly underneath the bird's shirt; well, if there was any equivalent for a pillow, that would be it! Embarrassed, Kit sat up quickly, his face red yet again as he cleared his throat, trying to get comfortable again. Of course, sitting up wasn't as comfortable as he had been a moment ago, but... at the same time, he was embarrassed to admit that he had been enjoying himself, up until he had discovered what exactly he had been resting on.

“Oh, you need to lighten up, man.” Aldan grinned, giving his friend another playful hug, trying to tug him back into that laying position. Kit struggled, and tried to resist, but he found himself resting almost face-first against that gut in the struggle, his face reddening all over again. “Or better yet, don't lighten up, heavier is the way to go anyway. But relax a bit, let loose, enjoy yourself; you're on holiday, so why not let go? Be a glutton for a few weeks, enjoy some snuggling on your time off, and just have a lazy getaway. It's not like I can't take off any extra weight you put on before you leave.”
Kit frowned. “You act as though I'd *like* to get fatter, like you.” The kangaroo retorted. Secretly, he admitted that he wasn't really *against* the idea of being bigger, but it was such a social no-no that he had always had some sort of bias against it. But he wasn't about to say that to the one person who could probably make reality from his imagination, not unless he wanted to roll out instead of waddle!

“Don't you?” Aldan grinned, and once more he reached into the air and made a few more keystrokes on the unseen keyboard. Kit felt dizzy for a moment before he found himself looking at... well, himself. A much *bigger* himself. Though it was only an image overlapping his own, made evident by the fact that his faked “belly” was clipping through the toucan sinking halfway into it, the image certainly felt real. The image's belly was spread far past his normal one, pooling in his lap like a blob of jello, rippling and wobbling with every breath he took. Thick moobs spilled over his front, and as he moved his paws up to feel at the image, he noticed that even his fingers were fattened, each digit as thick as a sausage and bending with minor difficulty. His waistline was so wide that he was taking up almost the entirety of the couch, and if he could see it, the kangaroo was sure that his rump was probably filling it arm-to-arm. “C'mon, imagine this. You can't say you don't like it!”

The image vanished, and Kit was left sitting on the couch, normal as ever. Aldan was looking over at him expectantly, waiting for an answer, and the kangaroo found himself at a loss for words. Okay, the *idea* of being so enormously huge, probably too heavy to get his wide rear off of the couch... he admittedly liked it. A little. It felt... good. Empowering, perhaps. But it was just that idea of being so... well, big. Maybe it was like the sensation some of the meatheads at the local gym had as they got stronger, feeling bigger and bulkier, more confident through their size. Kit couldn't deny that he liked it to some extent, but at the same time... “I uh... can I get back to you on that?”

“Of course.” Aldan's smile said he knew the answer already. “So, lunch.” Kit jumped at the sudden change in conversation topics, and the toucan's grin only grew broader. “Lunch. You know, that time of eating, happens around midday? Do you have any preferences on what you'd like to eat?” The kangaroo, still a little startled by the sudden shift, replied with the first thing that came to mind. “Uh... let's just order a pizza, shall we?” The toucan's ever-growing smile made him uncomfortable, and he quickly tried to backpedal, suspecting something was up. “Or... uh, not, I mean...”

“Alright, let's head to the dining room, food's all ready. And by that, I mean keep that chubby rump glued to your chair, because we're eating in front of the television.” Kit started to protest, but was surprised when a pair of trays appeared, one across each of their laps, already loaded with several slices of pizza. Each was layered with extra sauce, extra cheese, and extra pepperoni, and judging by the size of each slice they were from a pizza that somehow went a size larger than extra-large. Aldan was already picking up the first one and taking a large bite out of his, and he invited Kit to do the same. “Oh, don't worry, there's plenty where that came from, so eat up! And I expect you to eat it all, or no beach trip for you. I will make it storm, you hear me?”

Kit gave him a flat look, but started on his own slices. And indeed, the first one was amazing; the sauce was seasoned just right to give it a zesty flavor, mildly spiced to add a moderate kick. The cheese was layered on thick, yet despite that it still melted in his mouth without making a mess everywhere. And the crust, of course, was brushed with garlic butter and seasoned to compliment the rest of the construction. By the end of it, the pepperonis on top felt almost like they were getting in the way of such a heavenly slice of pizza. But Kit endured through the slightly-less-than-perfect topping in order to enjoy the rest of his slice, and by the end of it, he found himself quickly starting on the next.

Before long, both trays were empty, and both friends were sporting slightly rounder bellies. Aldan wasn't done yet, however, and had already conjured up a few more slices. He had offered to do the same for Kit, but the kangaroo had refused, feeling full as could be already. Shrugging, the toucan just started back in on his own food, eagerly downing another three slices, and then conjuring some more. 
Kit chuckled, shaking his head and wondering how anyone could be so gluttonous as he settled back down, grabbing a controller from the table in front of them. The two of them had started on a simple fighting beat-'em-up game to pass the time, and for once the “expert programmer” was having a hard time keeping up. Of course, that was probably due to the fact that he spent almost as much time eating as he did gaming, and a touch of going easy, but Kit enjoyed feeling like he could measure up for once. So focused was he on the game that the kangaroo didn't notice Aldan leaning across the couch, his plate in his hands, until a slice of pizza was practically dangling in front of him, blocking his view of the television.

“Hey, what are you doing... Mmf!” Kit was cut off suddenly as that slice wasn't just offered to him, but was actually shoved boldly in his mouth, forcing him to chew or choke.  The kangaroo took a bite out and then pushed Aldan's arm away, swallowing as he tried to protest. “You trying to choke me or something? What is up with... oof!” The kangaroo was once more silenced as a heavy form suddenly rolled atop him, with Aldan pinning him in place with his bulk. The toucan's grin was as friendly as ever, though there was something just a little scary in the intensity of his gaze.

“I did say I expected you to eat it all, didn't I?” Aldan smirked as he shoved that slice back into kit's mouth, preventing him from replying. “I didn't just mean cleaning your plate, Kit; I expect you to eat each of the six pizzas I had prepared just for you!” The kangaroo's eyes widened, and his struggles renewed themselves as he tried to get free. “Oh don't worry, you've got plenty of room, don't you?” A quick pat to Kit's belly caused it to ripple and jiggle. “And I can assure you, you'll have plenty more. I don't want any of my pizza to go to waste after all... just to waist.” And with that, the remainder of the slice was shoved home, and another was prepared to follow.

Aldan had no problem restraining his friend, his hefty weight enough to pin the kangaroo to his seat. The way he had rolled over, the toucan had managed to trap Kit's arms as well, preventing him from doing much besides squirming and attempting to flail under his friend's fat, feathered gut. And all those struggles earned him was a rippling belly, both his own and Aldan's, bouncing up and down with no real effect on the situation. The toucan didn't have any problems leaning in and introducing each slice in turn, shoving them in somewhat roughly, yet carefully, no more than half a slice at a time so that there was some room for the kangaroo to breathe between bites. The plate cleared itself again, yet in a moment it was refilled, another round of pizza ready to be stuffed into the unwilling roo.

The effects of Aldan's programming were evident too, and Kit was surprised he hadn't seen it before; the toucan's own clothes, at a claimed 6XL, were having a hard time fitting on a feathered frame that seemed even bulkier than before. The shirt had slid up a few inches, revealing more of his royal blue belly, and the buttons across his front were straining. Aldan had only gone through a handful of slices, as opposed to Kit, who had now just finished his eighth... and now he was starting to notice the difference particularly.

Having been distracted from the first batch of pizza by the game, Kit hadn't noticed the effects it had had on his body; before Aldan had begun his force-feeding fun, the kangaroo's weight had already climbed noticeably. The 2XL shirt that barely fit (and usually slid up a few inches around his belly) and was worn as a matter of self-vanity was far from able to reach around the entirety of his gut, stopping above the navel and unable to be pulled down further. The roo's shirt had remained tight around his middle, but it had also grown more snug around broadening shoulders and a softening chest, thick moobs starting to swell beneath the surface of the fabric. His sides had already possessed small love handles, but by then he had already had a proper spare tire, a thick roll of soft fat that led down to his swollen belly, sagging slightly over the waistband of his pants.

And speaking of his pants, they had been far more ill-fitting by then as well. Genetics were a cruel thing, leaving most kangaroos rather bottom-heavy with a wide waist and legs, and Kit was no exception to that rule; his pants had to be custom-ordered to deal with thicker hips and a broad backside, as well as long legs and a wide tail. They were suffering poorly under the growing kangaroo, however, the button pinging off of the waist during a particularly intense scene, escaping attention as it pinged off of the lower curve of Kit's underbelly, falling to the couch below without a sound. The seat was suffering as well, stretching under a growing rear, and the opening made for his thick tail was only an easy stress point for the fabric to begin tearing across his broadening rump.

But now, after almost an entire pizza's worth of slices, things were only getting worse. Kit could actually *feel* himself growing heavier, especially as his growing gut started to lift Aldan upwards slightly as the toucan continued to straddle it. The kangaroo could feel his belly spreading across his lap, forcing him to widen his posture as it spilled between his legs and over the sides. His shirt was starting to really strain, buttons popping off around his belly, and the ones at his chest were starting to tighten. The arms were starting to constrict around his upper biceps, but given that Aldan had another plate of pizza ready to go, Kit suspected that they would not last for long. Even his face felt fatter, cheeks growing rounder, a second chin wobbling beneath the first, and a thick collar of flab ringed his wide neck, squishing down whenever he tried to tilt his head.

“Ah, we're off to a good start now, Kit. Working on your beach body, I see... or rather, your 'beached' body.” Aldan's joke would have earned an eyeroll in the past, but Kit was a little distracted at the time to groan at the bad humor. “Here, let me get that for you.” And by “that,” the toucan meant the kangaroo's shirt. A few more keystrokes and the material simply vanished rather than being torn apart by the increasing fat layering Kit's body, leaving his upper torso partially bared beneath a now too-small undershirt, one that squeezed around his flabby chest and did no justice in covering even half of the kangaroo's swollen gut. By now, the marsupial figured he was even heavier than Aldan, yet the toucan still managed to keep him pinned with ease.

“Nuh-uh, Kit.” Aldan crooned, continuing his feeding as the roo grew beneath him. “Don't you worry, we're going to get you nice and plump so that you can enjoy your vacation here properly. We'll have plenty of games and movies to keep you occupied, so you won't have to get up off of that wide rear of yours. If we're lucky, we'll have it filling the couch by the end of the week... or maybe the end of the night, if I'm feeling as generous as your proportions are.” The toucan grinned and gave that wide gut a few rubs, causing it to ripple and jiggle, and Kit's face to redden further. As indignant as he was about being pinned and fattened against his will... he was enjoying it, and Aldan's enjoyment of his weight was only making it embarrassingly better.

“Mmm... let's see... maybe I'll even roll you out to the beach one day. That's the place for whales, right?” Aldan's grin grew as he shoved another slice home, causing Kit's pants zipper to split, unable to contain the belly bulging behind it. “I'll even let you wear those swim trunks you're so keen on... though I'm not sure how well they'll fit after this. But I'm certain you can squeeze into your 3XLs still, right? Wouldn't want you to be immodest at a private beach with just you and me...” The toucan paused in his feeding to let Kit catch his breath, setting the plate aside and kneading at the obese roo's fat chest through his straining undershirt.

The damage was certainly becoming more noticeable by now; Kit's weight had soared, and if he had a scale, the numbers would have simply indicated an error. Somewhere between a half and three quarters of a ton, the kangaroo's immense body had swollen to huge proportions. His cheeks looked like a chipmunk's, rounded and smoothing out any angularity to his face, and they flowed fluidly down to not two, not three, but four wobbling chins that sat at the underside of his muzzle. The ring of flab around his neck squished up against his chins, limiting the up and down motions of his head. His undershirt was squeezed tightly across his shoulders, making it strain with the bulk of the roo within it.

Kit's torso had defintely received the worst of the growth, his hefty chest swollen and bulging out of the open sides of his undershirt, thick moobs wobbling and jiggling with any motion he made. But his belly was far, far larger, almost thick as Alden was tall, and Kit suspected that if he were lying on his back the toucan would only just be standing above the peak of that mountain of flab. The rolls of fat at his sides were so thick that Alden could easily find handholds to shake and wobble that belly, making it ripple like waves on the ocean. The kangaroo's arms were laden with their own adipose, fat bunching up around the elbows, yet despite their heft they had some mobility to them still. It didn't do much good when Kit could only reach halfway down his gut, however, with the other half out of his reach.

The lower half was no better, however; the kangaroo's wide rear had grown that much thicker, now taking up two-thirds of the three-person couch, and starting to work on the last of the seats. That thick rump served as its own cushion, however, the layer of fat on it enough to elevate the lard-laden roo a fair amount despite the sinking, creaking couch. His tail, having received its own share of thickness, flopped about lazily behind him, difficult to lift more than a foot off of the couch and tiring to do even that much. Kit's flabby thighs had only grown that much more so, to the point that they were so wide that they could never stop pressing against one another, no matter how much he widened his stance. Everything about the kangaroo screamed “fat!” by this point!

However, Aldan was finally starting to ease up, setting side the tray and sitting atop his massively fattened friend, a grin on his beak. “Ah... there we go, you're in proper form for relaxation now. Look at how relaxed and at ease you are; at your size, you can't exactly work those muscles anyway!” The kangaroo tried to scowl, yet doing so made his fattened face bunch up in a way that was almost ticklish, and he was forced to stifle a bit of a giggle. While he didn't like how it had happened... Kit could admit to himself that he liked the idea of growing bigger, and being huge. Maybe not as a full-time occupation, but as a temporary thing, this was actually kind of fun. Maybe he would enjoy being a proper whale of a kangaroo for just this vacation...

“There we go, you seem to be enjoying yourself, if that grin is any indication.” Alden grinned, draping himself across Kit's enormous belly. “And I've got myself quite the comfortable belly-bed while you're here, so it's win-win. I hope you don't mind sleeping on the couch, because I don't think you're getting that fat rear of yours off of it for the duration of your stay.” Kit just chuckled, finally able to respond, and gave his semi-reluctant reply. “Fine... but the rest of your cooking better taste as good as that pizza. You've set a high bar on my expectations already.”

“Deal.”

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Four weeks passed, and it was an enjoyable month for both friends. Kit learned to enjoy his larger bulk and, despite Aldan's promises that he wasn't going anywhere, the toucan trimmed him down enough to get around on his own. Of course, getting around usually meant going to the beach, and Alden had not been so accommodating with his swimwear; the 3XL swim trunks were several sizes too small, squeezing around and accentuating his rump and legs quite well, while his belly practically hid the front of the trunks with its girth. Plenty of good eating was to be had, and by the end of it, Alden had gotten in on the fun and upped his own weight to match Kit's. Even more fun had ensued at that point, from snuggling during game time to sharing an up-sized sofa at night. It was truly a great vacation for the both of them.

By the time it was done, Kit was almost sorry to leave. He knew Alden would happily let him crash as long as he wanted to, but the kangaroo knew that he had his own responsibilities back home. So it was with a bit of a heavy heart that he asked the toucan to size him down by the end of the trip, as he was packing and getting ready to leave. Yet Aldan, never one to dread the details, just grinned and asked a simple question. “How small then, 600?” Back at his heaviest, Kit had been almost 1500 lbs, and on average he was somewhere between an even thousand and twelve hundred during the trip. The joke was that he was just simply going to be at half his size.

Kit just gave him a flat look. “Let's start smaller, how about three hundred? Thirty pounds during a vacation is not unreasonable.”

Aldan just grinned and leaned on the counter, looking determined. “Five hundred.”

Kit set his own stare, meeting the toucan's eyes. “Three-fifty.”

“Four-fifty.”

“Four hundred.”

“Deal!” Alden grinned and made a few keystrokes, restoring Kit's size to its original amount... well, original plus half again. The kangaroo, while not nearly as massive as before, still sported a large gut that spilled out from under his stretched shirt, and his pants were extremely snug around his rump and hips, even with the button undone to allow for a little extra room. Yet despite the fact that he looked as though he had been stuffed into too-small clothes, Kit found himself leaving with a smile, transported back to his driveway. However, as he turned to leave, heading for his door, he didn't notice that his clothing was starting to tighten on him again.

At his home, Aldan grinned to himself, watching on camera. “My home, my rules... six hundred it is.”