"Chrom, you can't throw in the towel already."
"*Pant* Why not? *Pant* I've already worked up a good sweat."
Lissa rolled her eyes at her big brother, she couldn't stop herself if she tried. "Yeah, because it's real hard working up a sweat when you've got this big thing" She grabbed the sides of Chrom's big gut, squeezing it's blubber between her fingers to drive her point even further home, and gave it a rough shake, jiggling it like mad as it bobbed up and down. "Weighing you down!"
"K-Knock it off, Lissa!" A very embarrassed Chrom swatted her hands away, but his tummy kept jiggling, and would for a good five seconds, as if his little sister had never let go. It was a good thing the training area of the Shepards' base in Ylisstol was empty besides the two siblings.
"Hey, I gotta do something to make you realize how fat you've gotten."
Chrom placed a hand on his doughy stomach. "I'm well aware that I'm..."
"Obese."
"Not as in-shape as I used to be, and I'm trying to work on that."
"That's not what the three servings of Sumia's pies you had last night said." Lissa remembered clear as day how utterly bloated Chrom was then, the buttons on his top had all popped off one by one over the course of his dinner, by the time he was finished, he was left practically glued to his chair, swollen gut hanging out, the bluenette burping up a storm as Sumia tenderly massaged it. It was a funny sight to see after a day of Chrom being his usual serious self, but his little sister knew something had to be done about his little weight problem, it was really getting out of hand, as shown with how much blubber she could grab.
The effect Sumia's pie had on Chrom's weight showed clear a day on his body, especially his stomach. His gut had become a huge ball of fat responsible for popping off many buttons, even the ones Chrom's current vest had on were sowed on after last night's feast. And even now it looked like those buttons were barely holding on, gaps showing visible fat, and the vest did nothing to downplay how large his stomach now was, anyone could see he had a huge beach ball of a belly, the underside of it was even completely exposed. Chrom's gut would jiggle with every single movement he made, be it major or minor, merely walking or trying to swing a sword, the latter of which wasn't so easy nowadays. The great weight of his gut threw off his balance, making his swordsmanship rather clumsy, and that was when his stomach wasn't making contact first.
North of his tummy lay two sacks of flab that used to be called his pecs. Pecs was now the last thing someone would call them, in Lissa's opinion the best thing to call them would be breasts, preferably to Chrom's chubby face. As much as it annoyed him when Lissa did that, he couldn't deny that she had a point. They were even resting on top on his stomach, proof of his weight gain right on top of other proof of his weight gain. It was especially embarrassing for the poor guy when his man boobs jiggled along with his stomach.
Chrom's ass was another part of his body that lost all it's tone and inflated with adipose, each cheek being a squishy sphere that told anyone who saw it how much Chrom liked to sit down these days, something he would prefer not be told to anyone. His flabby legs told a similar story, that Chrom was not able to run for long periods of time (and jiggling) without getting exhausted and red in the face. His arms were chubby and soft as well, which made Chrom regret how his right arm, his sword arm at that, was exposed, letting everyone see how devoid of muscle it now was. He was going to have to cover that up one of his days, when he got a chance to obtain a new outfit.
The angular visage of his face had long vanished by now, replaced with a fluffy, chubby look that was much more inviting. As much as Chrom hated it, he tried to look on the bright side of having chubby cheeks and double chin, that being how much Sumia loved them, cupping and squishing them whenever she got the chance, often while giggling, Chrom's unamused face only made it more fun for her.
"You know how hard it is to turn down Sumia's cooking." Chrom argued, a defense of himself that might've worked in a different context.
"You don't have to turn down her cooking, just seconds... And thirds. And fourths. And fifths."
"I never had fifths." A very unamused Chrom grumbled, but the puffiness of his cheeks and the softness of his double chin didn't make it easy to believe him on that.
"You so have." Lissa cheerfully teased. "And you didn't deny having fourths."
Chrom sighed. "I really don't get why you're getting on my case so much about this, you're acting like Sully."
"Mrgh!" Lissa's little roar of frustration was accompanied with a look that could best be described as an angry pout. "I'm trying to keep you from getting killed, numbnuts! I don't want you to die because your big, dumb belly was weighing you down!"
Chrom chuckled, adopting a small, reassuring smile. "Don't worry, it'll take more then a little gut to take me down."
But Lissa's face didn't change, she just kept glaring at him, and then reached out to give him another reminder of just how fat he was now.
"But you're right, this is a problem, and I need to do something about it." His obesity kept Chrom from looking as cool as he hoped he did when he grabbed his wooden sword, ready to get back to work regaining the body he had lost, belly swaying as he reached down to grab it, and back up to clumsily swing it at the training dummy. Still, it was cool enough for his little sis.
She retracted her hands, the blonde's face returning to it's usual cheerful smile. "There we go, that's the spirit."
"Pay close attention, Lissa, you might learn something."
But all the confidence they had was sucked right out of them by two simple words.
"Captain!" Sumia called out.
"Oh boy..." A very disheartened Lissa said, both siblings turning around to see Sumia happily walking towards them with a tray of very delicious looking pies.
Chrom's stomach growled, loudly, the big young man placing a hand on his big, round gut, both him and Lissa watching it shake and jiggle from the vibrations it's cry for hunger sent out.
"I'm not gonna let you live this down if you pig out again."
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