Chapter 1

**Contains: Male XWG / M/M feederism, blobbening, and SFW elements**

It’s a mildly cool autumn day, a couple weeks after Halloween. Abel’s fairly used to this weather, often prefers it himself to be honest, given it’s perfect sweater weather, if not a good call for a light jacket. Standing outside with a small throng of people waiting to come inside, though the sheep admitted to himself that he hasn’t been impressed with the place so far.

Which, of course, begs the question of why it’s so damn hard to get a reservation here?

As the sheep-mixed wood elf ponders the question, his ears twitch slightly before everything suddenly goes dark! Only for him to realize a pair of hands covering his eyes, and some giggling behind him. And the fingers felt awfully cool...

“Boo! Guess who it is?” an excited baritone voice asks behind him. Abel grins, instantly recognizing that voice, and paired with the cool fingers?

“You know, Shay, you’re not suppose to sneak up on sheep. We spook easily,” he laughs as he says this, before immediately thrust his rear out and bumping the elf. Not that it did anything, the almost as scrawny elf standing firm, resulting in Abel making an “oof!” sound on impact. It did, however, get him to remove his hands from Abel’s head as he then turns around and hugs his friend in a warm embrace.

“Haha, ah yeah. I just couldn’t help myself, you know? Anyway, what do you think? You excited to try the new place?” Shay smiles warmly at Abel as the elven sheep pulls back.

“I’m kind of surprised, to be honest. It’s almost impossible to get a reservation here, how’d you manage to pull it off?”

“Oh, let’s just say that I have my ways,” the blue-haired elf replies with a wink, “So, shall we head in? I think it’s about time.”

Abel smiles, hooking his arm around his outstretched elbow and follows the confident skinny elven man through the wide double doors. Inside, they’re greeted by one of the hosts who welcomes them both with a smile and takes Shay’s money before leading them to their designated table. Much to the sheep’s surprise, the two men don’t have to wait too long for a server to come by to take their orders. The elf watching in surprise as Abel only orders a couple dishes, though Shay orders his own choice.

“I’m surprised, Abel,” Shay says as the server steps away, “Aren’t you usually more hungry?”

Abel shrugs, shaking his head as he answer, “I mean.. man, I would really love to try everything on the menu, to be honest, but I gotta work tomorrow. I can’t afford to blow up like a blimp the night before, you know?”

With a nod, Shay looks off to the side in thought, furrowing his brow for a moment. Before Abel could ask him why, however, the thin elf steps away from the table, phone in hand. A few minutes later, he comes back with a proud grin on his face. Again, Abel wants to ask why but is interrupted by his cell phone ringing… and it’s his boss?

“H-hello? Yes, sir. Yes, sir. Understood, sir. I’ll see you next week, then? Okay thank you, sir. Good night you, too, sir.” As the sheep-elf hangs up, he stares at the phone for a moment in confusion, before looking back up at Shay. “So… what a coincidence, I’m off work until next week, apparently. Uh… wait, what are you doing?”

The elf’s hand is in the air, flagging their server back down, who swings by quickly and immediately orders the entire menu. And then confirms that’s on top of their original order. She looks at the pair, the blue-haired elf being quite thin and Abel being only slightly chubby, neither one giving the impression they could eat 17 extra dishes. With a nervous chuckle, she pauses for a moment, just to see if this was a joke. Shay’s expression, being quite serious, doesn’t change however, prompting her to clear her throat and nodding.

“Oh, wow, you’re serious. Alright dear, I’ll be right back!” she says and hurries off to place the massive order with the kitchen.

“W-wait! Ah crap, she’s gone. What are you doing, Shay? I’m really gonna blow up now!” Abel complains, though only halfheartedly, the enticing thought of truly getting to try everything on the menu too tempting to truly resist.

“Psh, you’ll be fine. I’ll make sure you don’t eat TOO much, so you’ll be… well, maybe a little plump still, but able to work,” the elf grins, the lie too subtle for Abel to catch on. The words have a calming effect on the elven sheep, and he nods.

Just in time, too, as the first of the dishes soon arrive: some burger sliders, and fries smothered with a 5-cheese blend. Reservations now cast aside, Abel begins to dig in in earnest, letting out satisfied moans with each bite. Given his almost supernatural ability to process food quickly and without discomfort, however, the results of the greasy food already showing an immediate effect on his body. His features getting softer and fuller, his shirt soon pulling tight around his puffier and rounder belly.

“Mmm, it’s all so good!” Abel expresses through a mouthful of food, not once giving himself a chance to clear it enough to speak freely. Shay notices that is certainly still the case when the spaghetti and pizzas arrive, 3 pans each. ‘The Party Buffer’ is the description, with breadsticks, chicken wings and boneless, mashed potatoes, and cookies to top it off.

“Oh my god, pizza!” the sheep’s excited yell is muffled once again by food, just as he finishes off the sliders and fries when they hit the table.. and couple others are pulled together to make room for more.

Shay watches calmly, pacing himself through his own meal as Abel continues to chow down. His shirt riding up from his growing gut and love handles, his ass and thighs already splitting the seams down his pants as the button pops off and lets his fat roll forward. None of this seeming to phase the expanding sheep, his focus entirely on the delicious food in front of him as he continues to plump and grow fatter and fatter.

At this point it’s starting to become clear that the dishes being brought out are predictably large or plentiful. Family-sized, even. At least, it would be if the new 700+ lbs Abel paid any attention, as he would have noticed Shay slip some cash to one of the now many servers bringing out dishes and clearing out empty ones. Even as the steaks, hot dogs, MORE pasta, fries, and various others are being served up, the elven sheep continued to eat and gorge. The last remnants of long-torn clothes falling to the wayside as he finally proves too heavy and falls to the ground.

Yet, still eating everything within reach.

“God, the food here. It’s all so good. I can’t stop eating!” he says, his body becoming more and more immobile with each bite. His belly smothering his tree-trunk thighs and inching towards his feet. Abel’s flabby arms and plump chest jiggling and shaking with each grasp of fattening grub to shove into his greedy mouth.

Shay hasn’t moved, not even when the now 1,200 lbs of immobile kemonomimi sheep crushed his chair. His wide greedy grin not moving as not even the staff appear to be phased by the growing blob before them, the food still being served around even on his huge rolls. Just as Abel’s massive belly grows past his feet, however, and only seconds before it shoves the table he was only moments ago sitting comfortably at, does the blue-haired elf finally moves. And with good timing, too, as Abel’s boulder-sized gut shoving the table straight into the chair, both being knocked over in the process to make way for his gluttonous expansion.

“Are you slowing down there, big guy?” Shay asks, climbing onto Abel’s 1,500 lbs rolls, grabbing one side of his huge round gut and shaking it heartily.

“Arms...getting heavy… so tired…” he breathes heavily, his arms indeed moving slower as the elf observed aloud.

Shay reaches over and brings some of the pizza and paste nearby, hotdogs and burgers from the other, looking Abel in the eye as he says, “Here, let me help.” Abel can only blush but opens wide as his friend, far more quickly than he knew, began to stuff the fattening food into his maw. Chewing and swallowing quickly, the sheep man no longer burdened by his ever-softening and heavier arms, he begins to grow in earnest once more.

The staff continues to pile more food onto his growing corpulence, still seemingly unfazed by Abel’s fattening mass. Tables and chairs finding themselves smothers and crushed under his rolls, his 2,000 lbs blob body unrelenting in his expansion, and Abel only begging for more. With Shay happily indulging him further, pushing him to fatter and fatter. His legs, tree trunks onto themselves now smothered and hidden under his huge belly. Rising under the pounds of soft cushioning making his ass as it surpasses a small car. Shay straddling his 3,400 lbs of fat, a satisfied glint in his eye.

“Mmm, mmmph!” Abel moans around his food, his eyes closed and cheeks flushed, unable to express his pleasure for the mountainous piles of food entering his body. Expanding and swelling his fat past mobility and into the realms of unholy gluttony. Rolls of fat, countless inches of fat pouring onto him even as he can feel his sides begin to push into the walls. Opening his eyes, Abel almost gasped, if his mouth wasn’t still being shoveled so much fattening food, much less chewing and swallowing every bit passing into it. He must be over 5,000 lbs by now! His arms and hands long ago swallowed by his massive form, legs smothered in the lake of fat making his belly. His moobs could almost pass for a woman’s breasts, so fat and rounded they’ve become as they sloshed off to one side.

A couple more hours pass, the same tireless stuffing and consuming of immeasurable amounts of food, before Shay finally stops.

“W-Wha… what happened? Why’d you stop?” Abel, coming out of his gluttonous trance looks to his skinny blue-haired friend.

“You got too fat,” Shay answers with a proud smile.

“Wh-What do you mean? Hey.. why is it so tight in here all of a sudden?” Abel asks, discomfort suddenly hitting him as she could feel something pressing in on all of his sides. Not to mention that ceiling is looking awfully close... Shay’s smile widens and he moves to the side, revealing a large sign. Abel has to blink a few times, letting his eyes focus to really take in the sign and what it says.

CUSTOMER WEIGHT: 14,759 lbs

“WHAT THE F--”

“Ah, ah, ah!” Shay puts his hand onto the mega-blob’s mouth, silencing him. “We’re in polite company, you know. Anyway, the food stopped coming because, as a rule the restaurant doesn’t let their patrons destroy the building. Apparently, the furniture comes at a bulk discount, so…. Anyway, now we just need to get you out of here.”

“Get me out of here? Wait… DID YOU PLAN THIS?”

“No, of course not. This isn’t some fetish story or something, you weirdo.”