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Comet and Cupid Carry a Conundrum

A small gainer story by Kaffe Kane

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Aelva, New Sahara -- 2398

Two reindeer out in the beginning of the autumn season, wandering the streets of the city. Them and their orphanage brothers kept in regular contact long after they grew up. The orphanage mentioned took in eight toddling reindeer that had been displaced by a pirate attack on a colony planet in the Neutral Zone of the galaxy, and named them all after the reindeer of "Santa Claus mythology".

Comet and Cupid stuck together less like brothers and more like partners-to-be. They were out and about, looking for a place to establish their yearly gathering with the other six. They tried "A Bra" a few years back. Trust me, I would never allow them the run of my place again. Especially after Vixen's bad-ish behavior.

Comet was the taller of the two, his steps were relaxed, his body carried a gym-worthy set of muscles, and yet he still found it difficult to keep the clothes that Dasher made for him the past holidays gone from feeling too snug at the waist, or creeping up every time he stretched. The only thing that he'd ever really been tense about was his gradual losing battle against his weight. He stayed as buff as he could, but still found himself putting away more than he could help every meal.

It didn't help his case that an increasing part of him actually started to like it. That part of him also increased with each and every pound. The stuffing. The tightening clothes. The careful attention from Cupid. Even when they were out, his nickname of 'Crasher' from other friends and the jabs towards his strong but plumply covered abdominals were beginning to become a thing he was acclimating to.

Cupid, on the other hand, was much more lithe, and stayed that way. He admired Comet's looks from when they were still teens in their last few years at the orphanage, and grew rosy-cheeked when he first noticed Comet filling out both ways when they met a year after they all separated. Yes, the fattening was slow going, but it made Comet's stature and his ability to carry it all the more capable.

They held hands together as they walked down a busier street of the city, passing by a restaurant that was already 'practicing their holiday menu'. It was a common thing for the buffets and sit-down places to prep for the next two big holidays of the year during the early autumn, making sure that they had mastered their flavors for that time of year to ensure their peak of business for those who didn't eat at home.

What? There are people like that every holiday! Anyway, they both stopped to look at menu, and then towards each other. Comet pursed his lips, and felt his stomach give him a cave-like rumble. Cupid flicked an ear, and glanced at the door.

"Are you actually hungry right now?" Comet nodded, casting his eyes toward the sidewalk.

"Yeh. Sorry. Don' mean to put a bug in it." Cupid curled the corners of his lips into a small grin, and patted Comet's meated midriff.

"It's okay. We can choose where to go after filling your tank."

They walked inside, and were greeted with a cacophony of aromas from several dishes laid out at a hot-table in the middle. Comet let out a sigh of relief. He didn't want to dig into their budget too deeply.

"S'a buffet. Good thing, though we might be a while."

"Yeah. I'm glad we meet these kind of places, because you certainly eat for both of us."

"I eat fer me. When's your stomach gonna catch up?" Cupid laughed.

"I don't think I could, Comet. Look at me, I'm like a doe compared to you."

"Sure don' act like it in bed." Comet winked. The buffet's host came around the corner, and looked at the two reindeer.

"Hello, gentlemen! What can we do for you?"

"Ah, two for buffet." Cupid answered.

"Alright," The host said as he scribbled into a ticket, "This way, please." They followed the host to a table near the hotwell that holds all of the food. "Will right here be fine?"

"Yeh. Nice an' close." Comet nodded.

"Alright. What will the drinks be?"

"Uh...are you doing any spiced punch?" The host nodded and scribbled into the ticket.

"Spiked'll be mine." Cupid sighed at Comet's choice. "What? S'not often I get some alcohol."

"That's be-" Cupid ponded his statement for a moment, "-hang on, are you off the sitting for tomorrow?"

"Yeh. I got a day off, I'm taking it as." Cupid cocked his head a little.

"Let's get our plates." Comet let out a sound of agreement and stood up before walking the few feet it took to get to the food. Cupid lined up some small portions of turkey with a sweeter-than-normal scented cranberry sauce on top, mashed potatoes seasoned with garlic and rosemary and added a white cream sauce with basil to it, a scoop of buttermilk cream cheese, and a bowl of parsnip soup for his food. Comet tripled those portions for his, carrying two plates on each arm back to the table, as well as some lemon chicken, fruit-stuffed roll of pork tenderloin, and a bowl of soup in each hand.

Although Cupid was finished with a third of his plate, he actually stopped to watch Comet begin to eat four heaping plates of food and two bowls of soup. His mouth hung open slightly and his fork quivered tenuously in his grip with a bit of turkey still on it as Comet shoveled each chunk of meat after meat down his maw with as little effort as a wolf left to starve. He took large pieces of each and dipped them into the soups before biting into them, licking off his fingers before moving on to the next plate.

And the next.

And the next.

And the next. By the time he had reached the fourth plate, the soups had cooled enough for him to guzzle them down along with his punch. Cupid, however, still had two thirds of his plate to finish, enraptured as he was by Comet's gluttony. He snapped out of it as Comet let out a loud but short belch, and looked down at Comet's stomach.

He was certainly fuller after that trip. His shirt had begun to hitch up against the zenith of his belly, and seemed to look as if it was slowly pulling itself off of Comet's partially exposed fullness.

Moments later, Comet got up with a grunt, and while Cupid was soaking in the image of Comet's distended middle, he heard the clinking of more plates being filled. He looked over, and saw that Comet was getting seconds.

"Wha...you're still hungry after all that?"

"Bwoorf." Comet belched, "S'really good stuff. Yeh ought to finish yers!"

"Don't get carried away, or I'll have to carry you away when we're done!" Comet mulled on those words as he sat back down, now with six heaping plates and two bowls, and then shrugged a bit.

"If it happens, it happens." He let out another burp. "Mmh. Fiff foof's good..." Cupid sighed at Comet's continued gorging and finished his plate. He sat back and touched the spiced punch to his lips, his normal after-meal treat to soothe a full stomach.

Except after the first slow swig, it didn't. He set the mug of spiced punch back down, and rubbed his own stomach. He wasn't replete. He felt confused. He looked dismayed at that. Comet noticed, and actually stopped eating for a moment.

"Waffs wrog?" Comet asked between his food.

"I...I don't know. For some odd reason, my stomach's feeling...emptier. I feel hungry. Hungrier than I've ever been." Cupid got up and fixed himself a much fuller plate than the last one, and a large bowl of oyster stew, "I hope this does the trick."

Now it was Cupid's turn to begin to eat without a thought. And Comet watched for about a minute, before he applauded with a few claps and then went back to his third plate. After Cupid had cleaned his plate off, he laid back in his chair, feeling his shirt pull tightly at the bottom hem near his navel. He looked down at his stomach, which had filled out to the size of a playground ball, and touched it.

Comet stopped again, almost finished with his second bowl of soup, giving Cupid a thumbs-up with his free hand before continuing to guzzle what was left. Comet's own belly had become as large as an oversized beach ball, which he heftily patted while letting out a large belch after he finished his second helping at the buffet.

"So, how's it feel? Good?" Comet asked Cupid.

"Weird. It's a bit painful on the inside, but its sensitive. Rubbing it feels really nice." Comet gave Cupid a nod of satisfaction. Cupid went to take another sip of his spiced punch.

As he did, he felt a compulsion to down the whole thing. His hunger from the first sip had not completely abated, and now it had been amplified. He stood up, and lumbered over to the buffet. He waved Comet over, and whispered.

"Help me. Get more plates."

"Uh, think we mighta overstayed this place a bit. Yer looking like yer gonna bust yerself." Cupid wrapped his arms around Comet's neck, and whispered again.

"Get. Me. More. Food." Comet looked worried, but did as Cupid silently demanded, prepping the same kind of helping that he had made for himself before, and holding the extra plates on top of his stuffed gut. Cupid sat back down with as much as he himself could carry, and began to tear into it without restraint. All together, there were ten plates piled high enough to equal four normal ones, as well as four large bowls of soup set at the table, and Cupid was intent on eating until he didn't feel his overwhelming hunger anymore.

His jean shorts felt tight around the middle, from his stomach being keen to expand as far around as it could. He squirmed against this tightness, and they both heard a ripping snap as the button came apart and the buttonhole tore at the same time. His shirt had risen up higher than Comet's as he kept stuffing his face, and his stomach streched more. His belly was becoming a perfect sphere of food, and it started to shove the table away from Cupid's relentless desire to stuff himself to proportions ridiculous. Comet sat down at the other side, in order to keep the table from moving any further away, bumping it against his belly, which was now slightly dwarfed by Cupid's.

Cupid had leaned forward in his seat to get his rotund distention out of the way, and set to work on the seventh plate and third bowl of soup. His belly groaned from the pressure of so much food, but it held without any further sign of complaint, its capacity enhanced by the spiced punch that Cupid drank.

"Whoa." Was all that came out of Comet's mouth as Cupid leaned into the final plate, and began to eat without hands or utensils. "M'gonna hafta roll yeh outta here, Cupid. Yeh ain't even in yer seat anymore!" Cupid's hunger subsided after the last morsel of food on their table had been cleaned out. Sense began to replace it, and he dimly asked.

"Heh...what?" He felt his stomach on the floor, heavy and anchoring him in place, his legs in a slightly splayed lift, which he managed to set onto the ground before attempting to tug his over-stuffed stomach upwards off the ground. He found that he didn't have the strength to do it, only making it scoot against the carpet by a few inches. "Oh, no. Ohhhh no. I...I didn't actually eat that much, did I?"

Comet nodded, a big smile on his face. "Yeh out-ate me. M'not even sure how."

The host came by with their ticket, and gave it to Comet. "You two are welcome back at any time." Comet looked over at the ticket, and let out a little titter. Written on it was the following:

Here's the recipe for the spiked-spiced punch I made for you two. Enjoy more of yourselves! And more. And more. And more... -Vixen PS: Don't forget to tip!

Comet left a small wad of money at the table, enough to pay for their food and leave a generous tip, and hefted Cupid into his arms before he heavily walked out of the place, nuzzling his nose against Cupid's as he carried the both of them back home to sleep off their indulgence.