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got any jing yuan hcs because i’m sure being a general who loves to sit around and laze like a cat plus dan heng who seems to love keeping in contact for various things (food dates?) got his old metabolism fighting and losing haha
definitely have some hcs! his favorite hobby is eating a big meal then taking a nap in the sun. . . just like a cat lol
hes had to tailor his clothes a bit, that belt that was around his waist is now underneath it, emphasizing his belly. Also holding it up some, which helps him feel the weight less.
Fu x/uan keeps making fun of him and asking if his fat ass is going to retire now, since hes *clearly* let go of himself. Jing Y/uan just smiles and says it’s not time yet. it is true that it hasn’t affected his fighting prowess. . . yet. Then again, he usually just summons LL to take care of things. Somehow, despite being a diviner, Fu x/uan cannot figure out that he enjoys the teasing greatly. Every time she does it, he goes and stuffs himself later to see just how far gone he is now.
dan he/ng was not enthusiastic about ever returning to the Luof/u, but he decided to because every time he sees a picture of jing y/uan he looks fatter and dh HAS to see for himself. the first time they meet again it’s at a restaurant and dh watches jy down several full meals and dh is trying so fucking hard to control himself.
since dh can’t resist, it starts to happen regularly, and dh is so distracted by jy he always ends up overeating too. by the end of the food dates they’re slowly walking to jing yuan’s, bellies full and stuffed, giving each other a belly rub before falling asleep.
with a sweet tooth as big as the generals’, he is always eating some kind of sugar. the easiest way to get the general to agree to something is bring a sweet drink or a box of pastries with it. this is one thing contributing greatly to his waistline. it’s a little bit of a game between the people directly under him to guess how many meals he will eat and whether or not he’ll pop a seam today.
omg i love the lightning lord mention so much because he’d definitely use that to his advantage as he gets bigger and just indulges his appetite more. less swinging his own weapon and maybe lightning lord’s strikes get more dangerous as he gets fatter since there’s more weight behind his strikes when they happen.
he definitely wouldn’t be fazed by popping a seam or bursting out of his clothes despite them always being tailored. absentmindedly rubbing his growing belly and just being pampered because it means he can finally relax. i just like that despite everything he’s able to still lead as general even with how large he gets and dh just finds himself more enthralled with how big he gets and not even realizing the impact it has on his own waistline haha
”General?”
Dan H.eng tries to cover his amazement. The pictures showed he was big, but either they werent accurate or he’s noticably gained weight in the week since he last saw the photo.
Jing Y.uan notices him, and heaves himself out of his chair. His belly leads the way as he moves towards Dan H.eng, smiling to see him.
“How are you?” he asks.
They exchange pleasantries that Dan H.eng does not remember, because he is too busy trying to surreptitiously look at JY’s stomach. It is by far the largest part of him, and while the waist and thighs have grown to accomodate it, they still do not hold a candle to its width. The belt, now positioned underneath, does a lot to hold it up, and also emphasizes the roundness. DH finds himself wondering; how would it feel to hold the weight of that? To examine the sheer size?
The conversation ends, and Dan H.eng has the vague idea that he’s agreed to go somewhere. He follows Jing Y.uan out the door, now given a chance to appreciate the plump backside, and the rolls developing that are becoming visible through the folds of the fabric.
They stop at a restaurany nearby. Jing Y.uan settles himself down carefully, and orders an impressively long list of items. DH adds his own few orders, and then the conversation turns to other topics.
“General. . . . I am glad to see you are doing better, after the injuries from Phanty.lia.”
“It was certainly an ordeal. However, i survived, and it did give me the opportunity for some. . . self-growth.” The General pats his belly warmly, taking a sip of a drink just ordered-immortal delicacy?-that appears to be half full of cream.
Dan H.eng moves closer to the table. The growing bulge in his pants is getting hard to hide.
The first part of the food arrives, and Jing Y.uan sets upon it like a starving man. Dan H.eng wants to stare, and watch this man expand, but he does not want to be rude, and hastily starts on his own meal.
The way Jing Y.uan is eating is almost hypnotizing. DH clears his plate, then another, and is halfway through a third before JY-much faster than him-has cleared all of his plates and sits back with a sigh, lacing his hands together to rest on the crest of his stomach. It is then that DH realizes his own stomach is sending slight signals of pain- it’s stuffed. the small, round bump of his own is miniscule compared to the girth of JY’s, which was several inches away from the table at the beginning of the meal, and now barely touches when JY breathes in.
It’s the one of the more uncomfortable situations in his life so far-his dick is throbbing and so is his stomach- but also probably the most aroused he’s ever felt. He watches Jing Y.uan doze in his seat, the occasional soft belch or hiccup making his stomach wobble.
Dan H.eng knows then that he will be returning often.