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Leon tapped his foot against the ground, chewing the inside of his cheek, while his yellow eyes focused on the coffee cup he held tightly. The chattering in the small cafe caused his head to pound, and the different smells engulfing his nose caused his stomach to churn slightly. The former champion was snapped from his train of thought with the scrapping of the chair across from him. Snapping his head up, Leon smiled softly. "There you are! I was worried you might have gotten lost or wouldn't make it to our appointment," The older man admitted as he held out his hand. Leon closed his eyes, taking a soft inhale and exhale. "I know you have better things to do now that you're the champion, but I'm concerned about Hop. Since he lost to you, he's become reclusive; he even gave me his Poké Balls," he continued.
Ethan was silent for a long moment, his green eyes focusing on the small spot on the table in front of him. Gently biting his lip, the trainer finally looked at the older man. "Are you sure he's not just pouting? I hate to say this, but he tends to pout for a few days, then switch around his team before picking himself up and trying again," he questioned.
Leon chuckled lowly, running a hand through his hair. "Any other time, I would assume, the same thing. But something feels different, it's like all the life in his eyes has been sapped out. He won't even talk about what happened, and when I bring up Pokemon, he snaps at me and locks himself in his room for hours." The former champion explained. They grew silent for a couple of minutes. The older male took a sip from his coffee before he continued. "I was hoping maybe you could try and shake him out of this, maybe offer some special training or something. I'm sure if it came from you, Ethan, it'll help more than if I offered."
Closing his eyes, the smaller male inhaled and exhaled slowly, nodding his head. "I'll try talking to him, but I doubt whatever I say to him will stick. Even when we were on our journey, I could never get two words in before Hop ran off or challenged me to a battle." Ethan said with a shrug.
The former champion relaxed slightly, leaning back in his chair. "Thank you, that means a lot to me," he said, pushing his chair back and tossing his empty cup away. Before Leon disappeared into the sea of people, he turned his head back toward the younger man. "Just a word of warning: as I mentioned, Hop has been holed up in his room for days, only coming out for snacks and junk food. He may have gained some weight, so please try not to be too hard on him," Leon requested, waving goodbye as he stepped off the curb.
Ethan stared at the empty seat in front of him, his hands clenched into tight fists as he gnawed on his lower lip. With his heart pounding against his rib cage, the champion didn't even notice as his body pushed itself out of the chair. With his mind swirling with questions and a shaky breath, the smaller trainer tossed his Poké Ball and climbed onto the Corviknight, tuning out the wind that whipped through his hair. Once they landed, Ethan slowly slid off his Pokémon, calling the steel bird back into its Poké Ball before drawing closer to the front door. Swallowing the large lump in the back of his throat, his shaky hand hovered above the brightly painted door. Shaking the thoughts to the back of his head, the teenager shook the thoughts to the back of his head. The champion waited for a few minutes before gently pushing the door open. Noticing how silent it was, Ethan exhaled and entered the house, closing the door behind him.
As he scanned the abandoned living room, the trainer made his way to the kitchen, picking up a few empty candy wrappers that littered the counter. Sighing, he walked toward the staircase and stared up at the darkened hallway. Ethan inched up the stairs, peeking through the railing as he gazed at Hop's bedroom door for a few minutes before moving forward. He pressed his ear against the door and listened for any sounds. When he couldn't hear anything, he gently knocked. "Hop?" the champion called softly. When the other male didn't respond, the younger male placed a hand on the doorknob, holding his breath as he gently pushed the door open. Peeking his head out from behind the door, Ethan scanned the small bedroom and furrowed his brow upon noticing the hunched figure wrapped up at the desk across from him. "Hey man, your brother called me and said you were feeling down," he said, taking a few steps into the room. The hunched figure didn't respond, causing dread to fill his chest as he continued forward.
Soft snoring echoed from the desk as Ethan drew closer. He relaxed, observing the half-eaten candy bar gripped in the other trainer's hand, with chocolate smeared across his lips. A small smirk formed on Ethan's face. Ethan's green eyes shifted down to the other male's stained shirt, a mix of emotions swirling in his stomach. Pushing those thoughts aside, he placed a hand on Hop's shoulder and shook him awake. Startled, Hop jolted upright, the blanket slipping off his shoulder and exposing his stomach. Ethan quickly glanced away as Hop rubbed the sleep from his eyes with the heel of his hand. "E-Ethan? What are you doing here? How did you get in?" Hop questioned groggily. Hop yawned and stretched his arms above him, causing his grey T-shirt to lift slightly and exposing the rounded flesh that spilled onto his lap.
The champion felt his cheeks heat up as he swallowed thickly, his hands shaking at his sides. His heart raced against his chest. If he were being honest, he had always had a small crush on the other trainer. Even though Hop could be annoyingly nice at times, he was still a skilled trainer. He just needed to practice his type matchups a bit more and work on balancing his team better. Chewing the inside of his cheek, the warmth in his cheeks spread to his chest, making Ethan's blood rush to his ears. If he weren't such a coward, he would also admit he had a thing for chubbier men, but that was a secret he would take to his grave. Ethan glanced at the other teenager and noticed his cheeks were a bit fuller, and he was developing some noticeable moobs. He released the breath he had been holding and focused his eyes on the ceiling while rubbing the back of his head. "Your brother called me. He was worried about you, man. He said you've been depressed since the Pokémon League and wanted me to check up on you," He explained.
Hop hummed nonchalantly as he swiped the wrappers off his desk. "Leon is worrying over nothing; I'm fine—just thinking about what I'm going to do now," he said, unwrapping a cupcake and taking a large bite. Ethan watched as the frosting smeared across the chubbier male's cheek, rubbing his forehead in mild frustration while Hop finished his dessert. "I was thinking about leaving Galar and exploring some of the other regions. Maybe I'll try out some different food," He continued.
The champion grabbed a chair and sat down next to Hop, remaining silent for a couple of minutes. "Look, man, you don't need to leave. You're a great trainer; you just need to stop jumping from one Pokémon team to another," He pointed out, placing a hand on Hop's shoulder and squeezing it gently. Ethan waited for the other teenager to respond, his eyes shifting down toward the small muffin top as he tried to ignore the swirling emotions in his chest. With a sigh, "How about I give you some personal training?" He suggested.
Hop sniffled, wiping the remaining frosting from his mouth with the back of his hand. He turned his yellow eyes toward him. "Why would you do that? Don't you have better things to do?" He asked, tilting his head to the side as he spoke.
Stop being fucking cute. Ethan bit down on the inside of his cheek, his hands on his lap slowly curled into fists. Letting out a shaky breath, "B-Because you're my friend, dude, and I don't like seeing you like this." He admitted with a soft smile. The other teenager quickly turned his head away, his shoulder shaking slightly. If Ethan hadn't been looking at him, he would have missed the small bob of his head. "Alright, first, we should get some real food into you instead of all this sugar. Then, we'll get some rest and a shower before we meet first thing in the morning," Ethan instructed.
Standing from his chair, the champion walked toward the dresser, pulled out fresh clothes, and set them on the bed before making his way to the door. "T-Thank you, Ethan..." Hop whispered, causing the male to pause.
Scoffing, Ethan rolled his eyes. "Of course, man, now get changed. I'm starving." He beamed, closing the door behind him.
***
Ethan sat silently across from Hop, his green eyes fixed on the chubby male as he devoured his food. Everything inside Ethan urged him to look away and focus on something else, but he found himself captivated by the way Hop continued to inhale his meal, only pausing briefly to sip from his third soda before diving back in. Ethan glanced down at his plate; he was still on his first dish and hadn't even finished half of it. In contrast, Hop was on his fourth helping and still going strong. Chewing on his bottom lip, Ethan looked down at his lap. "How am I supposed to train him when I can't even control my own emotions?" he thought, nervously gnawing at the tip of his thumb. After a soft exhale, he took a long sip of his drink. There were pros and cons to this situation. The pros included the fact that his best friend and crush would feel better about himself and might stand a chance of beating Ethan in their next battle. Leon would be pleased, and everything would carry on as it had before. Hop and Ethan would continue to exist in each other's lives, just as they always had.
A small part of Ethan felt happy about the situation; he was simply existing in the life of Hop, the former champion's brother, always there whenever Hop needed someone to lean on. However, another part of Ethan desired more. He wanted to see Hop smile every day from silly jokes and wished for him to continue traveling and exploring the world. Ethan also found himself wishing that Hop was bigger and chubbier. Ethan was pulled from his thoughts by the sound of another trainer burping into his fist. He turned his attention to the other male, his eyes widening in surprise. Hop was leaning back in his chair, his hands resting on either side of his overly bloated belly, whining softly as he spread his legs to accommodate his round stomach. "God, I didn't mean to eat so much, but everything was so good that I couldn't resist," Hop complained, letting out another loud burp.
Ethan's heart raced, and he nearly choked on his drink as his cheeks flushed bright red. After swallowing the lump in his throat, he gently set his cup down and cleared his throat. "I'm honestly surprised by how much you've eaten; maybe you should slow down," he suggested, extending a hand.
Hop flinched slightly, and shame flowed through the champion's chest. The other teenager ran a hand over his round abdomen, teeth pressing into his lower lip and forming a sad grin on his lips. "Maybe, but honestly, I'm not sure I can. I realize that seems strange, and I understand if you don't want to be friends because of it. But it feels amazing to be stuffed like this." He spoke with golden eyes fixed on the slight curvature of his stomach.
Ethan's heart was racing in his chest, and his hands shook slightly as his eyes widened. The man opened his lips, but only air came out, so he immediately closed it again. Both trainers sat motionless. As he watched Hop touch his tummy, Ethan's body felt both frozen and on fire. Pushing himself back into a sitting posture, the tanned, bloated skin rushed forward, filling the chubbier male's lap and sending a shock through the champion. "God, I didn't think these would get tight so quickly," Hop murmured, rapidly unbuttoning his jeans and allowing his distended tummy to force the zipper down.
You're going to be the death of me, Hop. After a couple of minutes, Ethan regained his breath, slowly uncurling his tight fist, wincing when he glanced down at the small holes in his palm from his nails. Closing his eyes, the champion sighed softly. "I-I don't think it's strange. Everyone has something that allows them to cope. I mean, it makes you feel better, right? He inquired.
Hop tucked his shirt down, his lips still pinched together in a narrow line as he looked down at his food. "Y-Yeah, it's hard to describe, but eating until I'm so full I feel like I'm about to explode relaxes my mind. And everything around me fades away, and I am enveloped by perfect contentment." He responded, prodding his half-empty plate.
Ethan grinned as he leaned back in his chair and slung one arm over the back of it. "If it makes you happy and healthy, it doesn't matter what others say, Hop. You are not hurting anyone, and people will be concerned, but you should choose your happiness over others." Ethan responded. "Besides, I think the new weight looks good on you." He added, rubbing the back of his head.
Hop eyed the other male for a long time, a wide grin spreading across his face as he continued eating. Shoveling the leftover food into his mouth, his yellow eyes flickered down to Ethan's untouched plate before returning to the table. The champion chuckled faintly, pushing the half-eaten dish across the table. "Sorry if this ruins your training for me," Hop murmured between a mouthful of food.
Ethan shook his palm in front of him and finished his Coke before rising and putting it in the garbage. The champion stuffed his hands into his pockets, resisting the impulse to stare down at the wobbling ball in the other male's lap. "It does nothing. I'll still offer some advice and perhaps a few practice matches. We'll need to work around your changed form, but otherwise, it should be sufficient." He responded.
The other trainer shot a playful glare at the other, the grin on his face widening slightly. "Was that a fat joke?" He inquired, arching an eyebrow.
Ethan chuckled, wrapping an arm around Hop's shoulders, "Consider it the first lesson of toughening up. He joked, gently punching the chubbier male's arm.
"You're such a bully!"
The champion gently shoved the other, placing his arms behind his head. "I'm your best friend; it's my job to make fun of you, " He responded smugly.
***
Ethan placed the sunglasses on his brow and tucked the takeaway bag beneath his arm as he softly tapped on the bedroom door. Wait a few seconds before gently pulling the door open and taking a few steps inside. Smirking at the teenager crouched over his desk, they resumed this unique training from the previous week. The overweight male's bright eyes were fixed on the laptop in front of him, with a little stack of papers and food wrappers scattered around him. Within a week, the teenager's form appeared to expand quickly; his chest was softer, and his love handles overflowed over his pants waistline. Ethan's emerald eyes wandered to the beachball orb that lay nicely in Hop's lap. The trainer would instinctively scratch the swollen skin, forcing the champion to look away as it wobbled. He also spotted the rubber band wrapped around the bent metal button on many occasions. He has also observed that his hips and thighs are noticeably thicker. "How's type advantages going?" He inquired, placing the coffee cup next to the adolescent before taking a seat beside him.
Hop sighed as he tangled his fingers in his hair. "What's the point of looking at a computer screen and listening to type match-ups? Shouldn't I be outdoors battling Pokemon instead? He questioned, gesturing at the screen. The champion nibbled into his burger, glancing at the other man for a time, resisting the impulse to sneer. He observed the chubby teenager mumble under his breath before reaching into the paper bag and pulling out the huge burger, rapidly unwrapping it and taking three big bites. He wiped the sauce that smeared across his mouth with the back of his hand and then took a large sip of his soda.
The champion took a few more bites of his food before carefully sliding the half-eaten food across the cluttered desk. Noticing the way Hop's yellow eyes glowed brightly, he quickly grabbed a handful of fries and shoveled them into his mouth. Ethan smirked. "This is a way for you to think of different situations. Every Pokemon battle is different, and as a trainer, it's our job to make sure the Pokemon don't get too injured. As well as make sure the fight ends fair." Ethan explained.
Hop leaned against his palm, calmly devouring his food, and looked at the monitor with a bored face. Scratching his stomach, the teenager burped into his fist loudly while reclining back in his computer chair, his gray t-shirt lifting slightly to display a small slice of pudgy skin. Ethan swallowed his drink thickly, eyes focusing on the round globe, feeling his cheeks heat up, hands curled against his lap. "This is boring...I'd rather be outdoors battling..." He spoke in a monotone.
Ethan grinned softly. "Once you gain a better hold on devising plans rather than relying just on brute strength, we'll battle some Pokémon. But until then, we'll utilize the simulator." He spoke. The chubby guy next to him moaned, reclining back in his computer chair, which squeaked loudly. The champion laughed, leaned back in his chair, took out his phone, and began scanning through the news.
After a few calm hours, Hop snarled, pulling himself out of his chair, his beachball stomach bouncing lightly. "I am tired of this. I've learnt everything I can from this ridiculous software. Let's go already." He demanded, turning his head to Ethan and narrowing his gaze at the other adolescent.
Ethan glanced at the monitor before returning his attention to Hop, inhaling and exhaling quietly. "Fine. But we aren't going past the first route." He stated, forcefully raising a finger. The fatter man shrieked joyfully, grabbed his phone, and dashed out of the room. The champion rolled his eyes and cleared the rubbish off the desk before following Hop outdoors. Stuffing his hands in his pockets, he watched the adolescent meander over the short bridge and into the grass, grumbling slightly as he knelt, the curvature of his stomach pressing against his chest. They both sat calmly for a few minutes, their eyes searching the grass, which was rustled a few feet in front of them, and a Grubbin crawled out of the grass a few seconds later. He reached toward his belt, pausing as he bit down on his lower lip and cursed underneath his breath. "Here, just use Growlithe. He should be low enough to not one-shot these Pokemon." Ethan said, grabbing the Pokeball from his belt and holding it out for the other teenager.
Hop looked down at the Pokeball, then back at the older man, saying thank you before grabbing the little gadget. Closing his eyes for a few minutes, the trainer waited for the Grubbin to creep closer before leaping to his feet and throwing the Pokeball. The red ball hit the ground and snapped open quickly. As Growlithe arrived a few seconds later, the gap between the Grubbing and the Pokeball was illuminated in faint crimson. The puppy Pokemon yawned and stretched before turning its attention to Grubbin. Hop curled his hand at his side, barking gently before snarling, disregarding Ethan's piercing glare. Swallowing thickly, Hop bit down on his lip. "Growthile tackle it!" He shouted. Ethan pulled out his phone, quickly taking a couple of photos as the other teenager fought. A small smirk formed on his face as Hop continued shouting commands.
After the battle, the champion quickly pocketed his phone, holding up a hand. "Hey, you did it! How did that feel?" He questioned as the fatter male high-fived him.
Hop smiled as he returned the Pokeball to the elder adolescent. "It felt just like when we initially started our adventure! That was so thrilling. I'm going to talk to Leon about getting my Pokemon back. Can we continue training?" He implored. Ethan opened and then closed his mouth slowly, nodding quietly and holding out his Pokeballs for the other man, who eagerly grabbed them, putting his arms over Ethan's shoulders and murmuring thank yous.
Ethan's green eyes quickly looked down at the dirt path, cheeks bright pink. His heart was pounding against his ribcage as he smiled softly at the male who sprinted further down the road. "Everything is fine; I'm just helping him get better at training. Nothing more, nothing less. Just a few more days and everything will go back to normal." He thought, chewing the inside of his cheek.
***
Everything wasn't fine; a couple of days turned into three months, and if Ethan thought that Hop's weight would have slowed down during their training, he was wrong. Hop's weight appeared to increase in the brief months of summer, and as winter approached, Ethan was concerned that he might rupture a blood vessel and damage his bond with the only other teenager his age. Ethan impatiently took a long sip of his coffee, tapping his knuckle on the glass table. When Hop offered lunch before they started thinking seriously about their training, the champion's heart sprang into his throat, and he could only agree despite his head screaming at him to reject the suggestion. Throughout the three months of whatever they were calling it, Ethan's feelings for the fatter male shifted from a crush to a full-blown crisis. Now, the champion had to bite his tongue until blood coated his mouth to keep his idiotic brain from overthinking or saying anything foolish.
If he had to be honest with himself, the male's thoughts were frequently filled with images of himself kneeling between Hop's bulky legs, Ethan's small fingers on either side of the large pale sphere enveloping his lap, caressing and squeezing the massive rolls protruding from Hop's sides. Ethan caught his breath while swallowing the knot in his throat. His thoughts also had him sitting on the fatter male's lap, feeding him till he was well past full, mumbling a confession, and kissing. However, as soon as the ideas entered his consciousness, Ethan buried them deep into his subconscious. Part of him knew if he walked inside the bedroom he wouldn't be able to control himself, Hop had been sending him messages throughout the month; the first few times Ethan was stupid enough to look at them he thought it was the teenager just giving results with new techniques. But of course, that was asking too much from his crush; they were him sprawled out either on his bed or desk chair, jeans unbuttoned, giving the older teenager a perfect view of the tight black boxers, and buried underneath his lower belly, thick hands on the curve of his stomach.
The shirt was either rolled up underneath his breasts or stretched to the point where the champion couldn't read the band name anymore due to the picture fading. Food wrappers surrounded him, cheeks and belly taunt pink, and yellow eyes hazed over with a mixture of emotions Ethan wasn't ready to unpack. The other part of Ethan wanted to test the limits and see what would happen if they were both in the same room long enough. Hope that whatever hints the other teenager was dropping wasn't a sick prank or was mistaken. The male bit down on his lip, gently digging his nails into his arm as he continued staring down at his phone. If he chooses wrong, then it won't be just Hop he'll have to deal with, even though Leon gives off the dopey vibe that didn't mean it could flip with a snap of a finger if his baby brother's feelings were hurt in any way. Tilting his head back, Ethan groaned, digging the heels of his hands into his eyes.
He knew pouting about it wouldn't help anyone; he had to confront Hop, and that left a sour taste in his mouth just from the mere thought. Both of them hated confrontation, more Hop than Ethan. The fatter male will try and twist the conversation into a different topic or shut down the conversation straight away. But this wasn't something they could avoid forever; they needed to talk, and they needed to confirm whatever hints the teenager had been dropping since all of this started. Closing his eyes, the champion draped an arm over his face, exhaling loudly as his phone chimed for what felt like the thousandth time. Somewhere deep down, the teenager knew that Hop was messing with him, testing how far he could push Ethan until he snapped. A few more texts came through before Etahn finally sat back up, scooping his phone off his desk. He unlocked his phone, green eyes widening slightly.
Hop: Eeeeeeethaaaaan. Eeeeethaaaaan Answer me! -8:59
Ethan: What? -9:10
Hop: Finally! I was worried you were ignoring me. Are you coming over for our review of my progress? - 9:55
Ethan: I couldn't ignore you even if I tried, Hop. I don't know yet, I have to catch up on some chores. -9:57
Hop: Can't you're mom wait? You're champion, Ethan. You get to do whatever you want. -9:58
Ethan: I'm more scared of my mom, sorry. -10:00
Hop: >o< Lame!!!!! -10:05
Ethan slammed his phone back down on the desk and buried his face in his fists. He was acting like a child, knowing that the more he pushed Hop away, the fatter male would want attention. The adolescent was like a house cat that kept winning until its owner eventually gave up and fed it. Squeezing his eyes shut, Ethan slammed his head down onto his desk, ignoring the pain that blossomed throughout his forehead as tears stung the corner of his eyes. The champion curled his hand on the desk, letting out a shaky breath, before pushing himself out of his chair, pulling his jacket from the back of the chair, and leaving the house slowly. The whole walk, Ethan could feel his heart beating heavily against his chest, sweat sliding down either side of his head as he crossed the small bridge. This is such a bad idea. You're going to ruin your only friendship because of this. A small voice echoed in the male's ear as Ethan drew closer to the front door. The male hovered his hand above the door knob, hands shaking at his side a bit, screwing his eyes shut Ethan pushed open the door.
Standing at the bottom of the stairway, the teenager could hear soft grunting and cursing coming from Hop's bedroom. Heat returned to his cheeks and stomach as he slowly ascended the stairs, hand placed on the wall for balance. "There is no turning back now. Either Hop and I are together, or I leave without, and we never talk again." He thought, pausing for a moment before taking the final step. Turning his head toward the closed door, Ethan's heart launched into his throat, causing his breathing to hitch slightly. Green eyes shifted down onto the hardwood flooring, hand traveling to his shirt as he gripped the soft fabric tightly. It felt like hours had passed until Ethan managed to regain his breathing. Shaking the swirling thoughts in his head while continuing forward, the male stared at the wooden door for a moment. He smirked a bit as he listened to the fatter male curse loudly once more before grunting a couple of times.
Ethan pushed open the bedroom door, cautiously entered the room, closed it behind him, and put his jacket on the soiled desk. He held back a gasp as he turned his focus to the other adolescent. Hop was laid out on his bed, his enormous thighs stretched as far as they could, and his large tummy tucked in between. One hand was on his tummy while the other held a huge burger. The man shook his head while swearing mentally. He looked just as he did in the previous photograph Hop last sent. "Ethan! I knew you wouldn't disappoint me. Can you get my soda and maybe another burger? I can't reach since this dumb thing is in the way." Hop inquired, massaging the side of his stomach for emphasis. Ethan approached silently, grabbing the huge cup on the nightstand and reaching into the crumbled brown bag, pulling out the remaining burger. Holding both in front of the larger male, stared at the meal before returning his gaze to Ethan, lips squeezed into a thin line as he thought for a moment. "I'm not sure I can do it by myself anymore. Could you feed me, Ethan? Please." He mumbled, sliding down the wall slightly, his abdomen trembling as he burped into his hand. Hop noticed Ethan faltering, and minutes passed, and a soft smile formed on Hop's face as he calmly slid his hand across the bed. "Please, Ethan, I promise this isn't a trick." He whispered, gently patting the spot next to him.
The champion's gaze wandered to the undone pants, and the fabric stretched thinly across the sausage-shaped legs. Chewing on the inside of his cheek, the male stepped closer, "D-Don't you think you should stop? Hop, you are already unable to button your jeans. It won't be long until they start tearing since they are unable to hold your weight." He responded with a shaky smirk.
Hop barked out a laugh, leaning to the side, and took a long sip of the soda. A mixture of amusement and pleasure sparked in his large, yellow eyes. "That's what I'm hoping for, I want to not just fit in them anymore. I want to be shredded from my new weight." He replied.
The champion exhaled the breath he was holding, crawled onto the bed, and sat next to the fatter male. "You planned this, didn't you?" He questioned softly.
The other teenager sighed, scratching his chin for a few minutes, "I didn't expect to gain weight so rapidly or enjoy the sensation of being full all the time. I intended to grow big enough to grab your attention and then lose it when I revealed my feelings to you. But once I began eating and gaining weight, I was unable to stop. I enjoyed watching my body transform and seeing you squirm trying not to peek at my belly when you thought I wasn't looking." He said, beaming.
Ethan growled, fighting his grip around the soda. "You're such a jerk. If you knew I liked you, then why string me along for so long!?" He shouted, gently hitting the larger male's plushed arm.
Hop threw back his head, letting out a thunderous laugh. "Because I know how you are, Ethan. You're my best friend. You wouldn't say anything unless someone forced you," He explained.
"Still, I would have never agreed with your brother if I'd known from the start. Now I'm mad at you, so I don't think you deserve to be fed." Ethan responded, turning his head away from Hop.
"No, no, no, please. I'm sorry, Ethan. Come on, don't be like that." Hop whined, shaking the other male's arm.
The older teenager groaned and ran a hand through his spiked hair. "Idiot, quit whining. You're too adorable to be in tears." He whispered, bent closer, and wiped the tears from Hop's cheeks with his thumb before softly kissing the other male. The chubbier man blushed severely, dropping his head slightly as Ethan chuckled and unwrapped the burger before holding it up to Hop's mouth. A mixture of a squeak and chirp escaped the chubbier male's lips as his smile returned quickly, humming happily as he took a large bite of the food and leaned back. Fingers drumming against his taunt belly, Hop was panting softly as he continued eating. Sweat was sliding down either side of his head while the zipper of his tight jeans was pushed further down by the large orb pushing past his knees. "You're doing such a good job; only a few more bites." Ethan praised, gently digging his slender fingers into Hop's side and started slowly massaging.
Hop whined, gulping down oxygen while finishing the food in his mouth. His cheeks were blazing crimson from fatigue. "I feel like I'm going to explode." He groaned and pawed at the front of his stomach. Ethan gazed at the pale skin before sitting onto the male's lap, placing the half-eaten meal on the curve of Hop's belly and running his cold hands along the hot flash. The adolescent slumped back, groaning gently, then burped into his fist loudly a few minutes later. "S-So tight..." He sobbed and mewled quietly. The champion bit his lip and slid the tight fabric down to his hips, observing the rolls bulging from his side propel forward a bit as his abdomen occupied more of his lap, brushing against his knees. Hop's lower belly swallowed his pants, knocking Ethan off his lap slightly. Emberessment washed through the younger teenager's face as Ethan chuckled lowly, fixing himself on the Hop's lap, picking up the burger and held it out once more.
The champion grinned, seeing Hop's eyes drop to the food and then his stomach. "Come on, you want to be a my good boy and finish all your food, dontcha?" He insisted, waving the burger in front of his mouth. If the older teenager had been looking at the fatter male, he would have missed Hop nodding his head slowly. "Then finish you're food, and I'll reward you with cuddles and a tummy rub." He continued. Ethan felt a surge of satisfaction in his chest as he watched Hop lean forward, struggling only slightly as his midsection rubbed into his moobs. Hop's emerald eyes became owlish as Hop took three enormous bites of the meal, chewing for a few minutes before stuffing the rest into his mouth.
He slumped against the wall, panting heavily and moaning loudly while holding his stomach in his hands. The champion set the half-empty cup back down onto the nightstand, a hand on the other male's stomach, kissing his chubby cheek. His lips traveled down toward Hop's deep navel, earning a small gasp from the younger male as he squeezed his eyes closed. The older male knew bruises would form, but part of him didn't care. After a few minutes, Ethan then helped Hop out of his constricting clothing, letting them fall from his hand with a plop before helping him lay down on his side and pulling the blankets up to his shoulder. "You did such a good job, I'm proud of you, little Snorlax." He whispered, curling up next to the larger male.
Hop buried his face into Ethan's neck, tickling him with his hot breath. "If I'm a Snorlax, then you can be a Grubbin since you're so small." He countered, wrapping his thick arms around the other male's midsection.
"Sure, whatever you say, love."