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<<Winter Arc>>
<<When Winter Comes | Second Chances | While He Sleeps | Family Dinner>>
It was approaching winter, and while Byakko is easily able to resist the cold weather, Kumatetsu is an entirely different story as he deals with both the cold air, and his unpleasant need to hibernate. With the weight piling on, he's finding it a bit harder to have a leg to stand on when it comes to mocking the demon for his own weight troubles.
Yu Yu Hakusho is © Yoshihiro Togashi & Shueisha.
The Boy & the Beast is © Studio Chizu.
Word Count: 2306
When Winter Comes
It was autumn in Jutengai, almost winter. And much like the browning leaves, so too does the temperature begin to fall. And in an open house like Kumatetsu’s, cold breezes would often welcome themselves in as unwanted guests. “AAARRRGGGHHH! WHY IS IT SO COLD ALREADY?!”
An angry stomping noise filled the house, following by a rather subtle clapping alongside it. Byakko, the ever-lardy silver tiger, rolled his eyes as he continued flipping through his book. True to the promise the bear had made, he had been given his own room via the open doorway on the left side of the house. Also, true to his cheapness it had been flimsily assembled from sheet metal, with a tarp doubling as a roof. It was at least enough to keep the rain out, so it was suitable enough even with the cold creeping through the many cracks, and though his room was cold, Byakko was not. His amble layers of blubber kept him quite comfortable and warm, as did a nice thick blanket keeping his lower body warm. The rest of him simply ignored the cold as he reclined on the obscene pile of pillows behind him, still ignoring the grumpy grunts coming from inside the house. “You’d be more content if you simply purchased a kotatsu like a recommended” the demon sighed.
“A kotatsu? The hell am I gonna find one now? And where do we put it idiot? We already have the table taking up plenty of space already” came the noisy counter.
“Then use the kotatsu as a table, or get a blanket like I did!”
“I can’t train in a blanket!”
“Fine then!” Byakko snapped. “Continue to complain about being cold you damn brat!” he snarled, returning to his book.
An insulting amount of gibberish came from the living room, as well as the sound of something heavy thudding onto the couch. The tiger casually ignored some loud chomping sounds, followed by some pretty gross chewing noises, and then ending in a hearty gulp. “Listen to him, eating again. And he complained about me doing it” the tiger thought with a twisted glower.
“UUUUURRRRRPPPPP!”
“You satisfied yet fatty? Or do you need to go shopping for some more food?” Byakko said mockingly in a poor imitation of Kumatetsu’s voice.
“HEY! SHUT UP FATASS! Unlike you I can’t control this” the bear complained from beyond the doorframe.
“That’s just an excuse to cover up your complete lack of self-control you have over your instincts!” the demon retorted.
Heavy feet hit the floor with a pounding noise, and quite quickly the bakemono was there, glaring at the tiger. Byakko stared him down just as hard, though his eyes couldn’t help but dip constantly. As it turns out, bear bakemono, among other hibernating species, still possess that base instinct to fatten themselves for winter. And it showed, distinctly. Kumatetsu’s normally flat and fuzzy middle was now a doughy, well-packed gut spilling over his tight-looking pants like a waterfall of flab. The demon couldn’t help eye how plump he was, with his fluffy belly looking so round and full as his shirt failed to cover it. It rose and fell with his testy breathing, a slight crease forming and fading along it. Even his navel, normally hidden, looked puckered and fat on his blubbery belly. “You gave up on the sash, did you, fatass?” Byakko smirked.
“Shut it! Or should I remind you that I could use your own stomach for a mattress lardo?” the bear seethed as he childishly attempted to suck in his stomach.
It was charming really to see him try to grump with a fuller, much softer looking face. And seeing him fold his pudgy arms over his large belly, while noticeably pressing them into his rounder pecs. Yes, he hadn’t completely buried his muscles in fat, but still, his chest was looking a lot softer these days. And that was in spite of his thicker winter fur. “I may be useful as a mattress, but by the looks of your stomach, you’d do quite well as a pillow yourself fatty” the tiger teased.
“Tch, whatever” the bakemono snorted.
He hated turnabout at the best of times, but seeing the lardass see him like this was grating on his nerves. “Regardless, do you have a reason to be standing there? Or in your food-addled brain have you forgotten what you were doing?”
“I came here to chew your fat ass out tubby!”
“I’m surprised you still have room after chewing up a day’s worth of groceries” Byakko said with an evil smile.
“Hey! I said shut it about my weight when ten of me could fit in your gut!” the bear growled.
The tiger licked his lips. “I think just one of you would sate me for now, if you’re offering” he said with a sick laugh.
“Don’t even try it fatty, that stuff doesn’t work on me” the bakemono growled as he hitched up his plump thigh and rested his foot on Byakko’s belly.
The demon looked into Kumatetsu’s poor attempt as being menacing, before he reached out and gently pinched the bear’s soft gut. “HEY! STOP THAT!” Kumatetsu said as he pulled himself away, his pudgy arms crossed over his middle. “I told you about this!” he snapped.
“As did I. It never stopped you” Byakko scowled.
“Yeah, but that’s different” the bear asserted, his hands on his broadened hips.
“How?”
“I’m going to lose this weight in spring, you’re still stuck being a fatass” Kumatetsu explained.
The tiger stared blankly for a moment, unsure of whether he was being sarcastic, or just his usual bone-headed stupid. “Do you have any further points to make, or can I continue reading?” he asked, sounding rather done with this conversation.
“Fine, whatever” the bakemono said with a toss of his hand. “I only came in because your fat makes this room a lot less unbearable.”
“Everywhere is unbearable when yo-”
“Don’t... even try to finish that pun lardass. I’ve had enough bear puns already without you throwing your dumb jokes in” the bear warned.
“Fine. Do what you like, just cease interrupting me” Byakko decided.
“Fine, I will” Kumatetsu petulantly declared, turning his back to the tiger.
Already he was distracting, as the demon couldn’t keep one eye on the words in his book as he observed the man-child do something one shouldn’t do in smaller pants: Squats. It was almost like he was taunting Byakko at this point, but in this scenario he really didn’t mind much. The bakemono’s fat back had likewise driven his shirt upwards, allowing him to show off juicy little tucks of fat just above his ass. And those luscious cakes were proper seat-fillers. There was no part in his movements where it didn’t look like they were two melons under a thin blanket. Their heft and shape were always noticeable as he bent and rose, his pants dipping enough that his fundoshi and crack were plainly visible as they were worked downwards. Byakko smirked as he enjoyed the view, grateful his blanket hid the chubbing up of his member. It was just too good to watch someone else’s blubber roll for once. “Too bad this idiot can’t always stay like this. If he kept his mouth shut except to receive food he’d be almost the perfect toy for me” he mused, before noticing something.
Small pricks of red fur were poking out the seams of his pants, the demon’s heart skipped a beat as his anticipation skyrocketed. He swallowed hard, and forced down his smile as the dumb bear kept working out. Byakko’s ears twitched as Kumatetsu went down for one hard squat, keeping his pose. But as he did the seams unwound, and the seat of his pants split in one clean motion. His fat ass spilled out of the hole, and his face somehow went redder than usual as he felt cool air where the sun don’t shine. “BA HA HA HAAAA!” Byakko howled, tears in his eyes.
“Sh-shut up!” Kumatetsu blushed, covering the back of his pants and turning about, eliciting a few more rips.
“HA HA HA! That’s what you get for arrogantly thinking your clothes would still fit in spite of all your extra weight!” the demon taunted, really rubbing it in now.
“SHUT UP!” the bear screamed angrily.
Leaning towards the enraged bakemono, Byakko had the widest, most disgusting grin. “Ha. Ha. HA!” he laughed in mocking monotone.
A strange, twisted noise came from the depths of Kumatetsu’s throat, and he just stormed off angrily. This was soon followed by louder, yet still strangled noises as he crashed loudly on his couch. “Idiot” the demon uttered. “Still, this is perhaps the most I’ve actually tolerated him, aside from…. No, languishing over that event is pointless now. He has forgotten it, and thus, it never happened” he decided.
“You’re terrible” Kumatetsu grumbled rather loudly.
“And you’re fat” Byakko retorted.
“Fatass!”
“Tubbo!”
“LARDY LARDO!”
“FATTY FATSO!”
“FATTY!”
“LARDO!”
“FATTY!”
“LARDO!”
“WHY IS IT SO COLD?!”
“Are you still complaining about the weather? I would think your temper at this point would be more than enough to melt ice in mere seconds” the demon chided.
“Ugh”
Getting up again, Kumatetsu found himself once again in Byakko’s room. “What it is? Feel like arguing again?” the tiger inquired. “I have all day if you’d like, so please, you can go first.”
“You know what I want” the bear growled, eying the demon’s blanket, and then his massive gut.
The demon caught that look, and he held such a diabolical glint in his eyes. “Then you know what I want” he declared.
“How about you stop being so selfish and share?” the bakemono complained.
“Then be cold” Byakko icily said.
“Ugh, fine. Just… stop making it weird” Kumatetsu relented. Moving forwards, he turned his head away as he, begrudgingly, lifted his shirt up. His large gut and plump chest were on full display now, and even his nipples managed to poke through his fur it was that cold. And in this nude look, it really showed off just how fat he had gotten with the small tucks and folds of fat under his arms and between his pecs. He seethed as he waited patiently, his intense humiliation warming him up like a bonfire. But this wouldn’t last, not like…. “Just do it already” he complained, doing everything to ignore the demon’s looks.
And Byakko was looking, quite sadistically as his vast hand reached out and gently pinched Kumatetsu’s belly. It flinched in his grasp, and the bear had to fight to not pull back as the tiger delicately fondled him. “Ju-just do it quickly” the bakemono grimaced.
“Maybe” the demon considered.
It was simply delightful to pinch Kumatetsu’s pudge like this. To squeeze and fondle the onerous layers coating him. And above all else, to humiliate that damn bear and make him his plaything. He was soft though, appreciably so. Truly, that belly of his could be used for a pillow; a very loud, obnoxious, whiny pillow. But one nonetheless. It just curved so nicely, and had the cutest little tucks on it. Really if not for his personality this was something Byakko could really commit to. Especially as he brought his hand gingerly down one side, the plump bear stifling a gasp as his jiggly belly flinched again. “Are you done?” the bakemono complained, his face burning like the sun.
“Fine, I am finished” the tiger decided, hitching up the left side of the blanket.
Kumatetsu gratefully crawled under it, his pudge grinding against Byakko’s as he got comfortable, the demon’s incredible warmth fighting away the cold weather. “Now this is good” he muttered as he pulled the blanket up to his neck and nestled into the pile.
Any embarrassment forgotten, the demon ignored the bear cuddling up to him, getting as close to his pudgy side and belly as possible so he could enjoy the heat radiating off of Byakko. “You have such simple needs, don’t you?” the tiger mused, ignoring the ba-dump, ba-thump of his heart from Kumatetsu snuggling into him.
“Yep” the bear answered drowsily. “What are you reading, anyways?” he inquired, his eyes dipping.
“It’s about a human war they labelled as their second world war. It surprises me that those wretched, pathetic humans have only managed two world wars. But it isn’t surprising to me that they have had at least two they… they….”
Byakko’s voice became silent as he looked down to find Kumatetsu snoring loudly, the bear having a firm grip on the demon’s large sides as his head nestled in the crease between the moob and the underarm. “Yet again he naps? And he calls me lazy” the tiger snorted, returning to his book.
“Why not just kill him?”
That was a thought, but as of right now, he still needed to bide his time. If his suspicions were correct, the human world would most likely have spirit energy. And with it, he should be able to reawaken his powers, presuming Suzaku truly hadn’t stripped him of them. It was a long-shot, but a little humiliation and some compromise went a long way in terms of enacting his goals. Besides, it’d be a shame to kill that dumb bear when he was both at his cuddliest, and his most vulnerable for ridicule. Think of all the insults he’d never get to use if he killed him now. To hear that angry, choked up voice argue back. He couldn’t miss that. No, he was going to wait, for now. Wait and prepare. And so, Byakko continued reading, while ignoring the sleeping Kumatetsu rubbing up against him, as if daring him to feel affectionate about this. Unlikely. Affection wasn’t for demons. He understood that now, and forever.
<<When Winter Comes | Second Chances | While He Sleeps | Family Dinner>>
It was approaching winter, and while Byakko is easily able to resist the cold weather, Kumatetsu is an entirely different story as he deals with both the cold air, and his unpleasant need to hibernate. With the weight piling on, he's finding it a bit harder to have a leg to stand on when it comes to mocking the demon for his own weight troubles.
.:Rated mature for:.
>Fat
>Teasing
>Small Clothes
>>Clothing Damage
>Ogling
>Fondling
>SnugglingYu Yu Hakusho is © Yoshihiro Togashi & Shueisha.
The Boy & the Beast is © Studio Chizu.
Word Count: 2306
If you enjoyed the story, feel free to comment and fave, I'd really appreciate it.When Winter Comes
It was autumn in Jutengai, almost winter. And much like the browning leaves, so too does the temperature begin to fall. And in an open house like Kumatetsu’s, cold breezes would often welcome themselves in as unwanted guests. “AAARRRGGGHHH! WHY IS IT SO COLD ALREADY?!”
An angry stomping noise filled the house, following by a rather subtle clapping alongside it. Byakko, the ever-lardy silver tiger, rolled his eyes as he continued flipping through his book. True to the promise the bear had made, he had been given his own room via the open doorway on the left side of the house. Also, true to his cheapness it had been flimsily assembled from sheet metal, with a tarp doubling as a roof. It was at least enough to keep the rain out, so it was suitable enough even with the cold creeping through the many cracks, and though his room was cold, Byakko was not. His amble layers of blubber kept him quite comfortable and warm, as did a nice thick blanket keeping his lower body warm. The rest of him simply ignored the cold as he reclined on the obscene pile of pillows behind him, still ignoring the grumpy grunts coming from inside the house. “You’d be more content if you simply purchased a kotatsu like a recommended” the demon sighed.
“A kotatsu? The hell am I gonna find one now? And where do we put it idiot? We already have the table taking up plenty of space already” came the noisy counter.
“Then use the kotatsu as a table, or get a blanket like I did!”
“I can’t train in a blanket!”
“Fine then!” Byakko snapped. “Continue to complain about being cold you damn brat!” he snarled, returning to his book.
An insulting amount of gibberish came from the living room, as well as the sound of something heavy thudding onto the couch. The tiger casually ignored some loud chomping sounds, followed by some pretty gross chewing noises, and then ending in a hearty gulp. “Listen to him, eating again. And he complained about me doing it” the tiger thought with a twisted glower.
“UUUUURRRRRPPPPP!”
“You satisfied yet fatty? Or do you need to go shopping for some more food?” Byakko said mockingly in a poor imitation of Kumatetsu’s voice.
“HEY! SHUT UP FATASS! Unlike you I can’t control this” the bear complained from beyond the doorframe.
“That’s just an excuse to cover up your complete lack of self-control you have over your instincts!” the demon retorted.
Heavy feet hit the floor with a pounding noise, and quite quickly the bakemono was there, glaring at the tiger. Byakko stared him down just as hard, though his eyes couldn’t help but dip constantly. As it turns out, bear bakemono, among other hibernating species, still possess that base instinct to fatten themselves for winter. And it showed, distinctly. Kumatetsu’s normally flat and fuzzy middle was now a doughy, well-packed gut spilling over his tight-looking pants like a waterfall of flab. The demon couldn’t help eye how plump he was, with his fluffy belly looking so round and full as his shirt failed to cover it. It rose and fell with his testy breathing, a slight crease forming and fading along it. Even his navel, normally hidden, looked puckered and fat on his blubbery belly. “You gave up on the sash, did you, fatass?” Byakko smirked.
“Shut it! Or should I remind you that I could use your own stomach for a mattress lardo?” the bear seethed as he childishly attempted to suck in his stomach.
It was charming really to see him try to grump with a fuller, much softer looking face. And seeing him fold his pudgy arms over his large belly, while noticeably pressing them into his rounder pecs. Yes, he hadn’t completely buried his muscles in fat, but still, his chest was looking a lot softer these days. And that was in spite of his thicker winter fur. “I may be useful as a mattress, but by the looks of your stomach, you’d do quite well as a pillow yourself fatty” the tiger teased.
“Tch, whatever” the bakemono snorted.
He hated turnabout at the best of times, but seeing the lardass see him like this was grating on his nerves. “Regardless, do you have a reason to be standing there? Or in your food-addled brain have you forgotten what you were doing?”
“I came here to chew your fat ass out tubby!”
“I’m surprised you still have room after chewing up a day’s worth of groceries” Byakko said with an evil smile.
“Hey! I said shut it about my weight when ten of me could fit in your gut!” the bear growled.
The tiger licked his lips. “I think just one of you would sate me for now, if you’re offering” he said with a sick laugh.
“Don’t even try it fatty, that stuff doesn’t work on me” the bakemono growled as he hitched up his plump thigh and rested his foot on Byakko’s belly.
The demon looked into Kumatetsu’s poor attempt as being menacing, before he reached out and gently pinched the bear’s soft gut. “HEY! STOP THAT!” Kumatetsu said as he pulled himself away, his pudgy arms crossed over his middle. “I told you about this!” he snapped.
“As did I. It never stopped you” Byakko scowled.
“Yeah, but that’s different” the bear asserted, his hands on his broadened hips.
“How?”
“I’m going to lose this weight in spring, you’re still stuck being a fatass” Kumatetsu explained.
The tiger stared blankly for a moment, unsure of whether he was being sarcastic, or just his usual bone-headed stupid. “Do you have any further points to make, or can I continue reading?” he asked, sounding rather done with this conversation.
“Fine, whatever” the bakemono said with a toss of his hand. “I only came in because your fat makes this room a lot less unbearable.”
“Everywhere is unbearable when yo-”
“Don’t... even try to finish that pun lardass. I’ve had enough bear puns already without you throwing your dumb jokes in” the bear warned.
“Fine. Do what you like, just cease interrupting me” Byakko decided.
“Fine, I will” Kumatetsu petulantly declared, turning his back to the tiger.
Already he was distracting, as the demon couldn’t keep one eye on the words in his book as he observed the man-child do something one shouldn’t do in smaller pants: Squats. It was almost like he was taunting Byakko at this point, but in this scenario he really didn’t mind much. The bakemono’s fat back had likewise driven his shirt upwards, allowing him to show off juicy little tucks of fat just above his ass. And those luscious cakes were proper seat-fillers. There was no part in his movements where it didn’t look like they were two melons under a thin blanket. Their heft and shape were always noticeable as he bent and rose, his pants dipping enough that his fundoshi and crack were plainly visible as they were worked downwards. Byakko smirked as he enjoyed the view, grateful his blanket hid the chubbing up of his member. It was just too good to watch someone else’s blubber roll for once. “Too bad this idiot can’t always stay like this. If he kept his mouth shut except to receive food he’d be almost the perfect toy for me” he mused, before noticing something.
Small pricks of red fur were poking out the seams of his pants, the demon’s heart skipped a beat as his anticipation skyrocketed. He swallowed hard, and forced down his smile as the dumb bear kept working out. Byakko’s ears twitched as Kumatetsu went down for one hard squat, keeping his pose. But as he did the seams unwound, and the seat of his pants split in one clean motion. His fat ass spilled out of the hole, and his face somehow went redder than usual as he felt cool air where the sun don’t shine. “BA HA HA HAAAA!” Byakko howled, tears in his eyes.
“Sh-shut up!” Kumatetsu blushed, covering the back of his pants and turning about, eliciting a few more rips.
“HA HA HA! That’s what you get for arrogantly thinking your clothes would still fit in spite of all your extra weight!” the demon taunted, really rubbing it in now.
“SHUT UP!” the bear screamed angrily.
Leaning towards the enraged bakemono, Byakko had the widest, most disgusting grin. “Ha. Ha. HA!” he laughed in mocking monotone.
A strange, twisted noise came from the depths of Kumatetsu’s throat, and he just stormed off angrily. This was soon followed by louder, yet still strangled noises as he crashed loudly on his couch. “Idiot” the demon uttered. “Still, this is perhaps the most I’ve actually tolerated him, aside from…. No, languishing over that event is pointless now. He has forgotten it, and thus, it never happened” he decided.
“You’re terrible” Kumatetsu grumbled rather loudly.
“And you’re fat” Byakko retorted.
“Fatass!”
“Tubbo!”
“LARDY LARDO!”
“FATTY FATSO!”
“FATTY!”
“LARDO!”
“FATTY!”
“LARDO!”
“WHY IS IT SO COLD?!”
“Are you still complaining about the weather? I would think your temper at this point would be more than enough to melt ice in mere seconds” the demon chided.
“Ugh”
Getting up again, Kumatetsu found himself once again in Byakko’s room. “What it is? Feel like arguing again?” the tiger inquired. “I have all day if you’d like, so please, you can go first.”
“You know what I want” the bear growled, eying the demon’s blanket, and then his massive gut.
The demon caught that look, and he held such a diabolical glint in his eyes. “Then you know what I want” he declared.
“How about you stop being so selfish and share?” the bakemono complained.
“Then be cold” Byakko icily said.
“Ugh, fine. Just… stop making it weird” Kumatetsu relented. Moving forwards, he turned his head away as he, begrudgingly, lifted his shirt up. His large gut and plump chest were on full display now, and even his nipples managed to poke through his fur it was that cold. And in this nude look, it really showed off just how fat he had gotten with the small tucks and folds of fat under his arms and between his pecs. He seethed as he waited patiently, his intense humiliation warming him up like a bonfire. But this wouldn’t last, not like…. “Just do it already” he complained, doing everything to ignore the demon’s looks.
And Byakko was looking, quite sadistically as his vast hand reached out and gently pinched Kumatetsu’s belly. It flinched in his grasp, and the bear had to fight to not pull back as the tiger delicately fondled him. “Ju-just do it quickly” the bakemono grimaced.
“Maybe” the demon considered.
It was simply delightful to pinch Kumatetsu’s pudge like this. To squeeze and fondle the onerous layers coating him. And above all else, to humiliate that damn bear and make him his plaything. He was soft though, appreciably so. Truly, that belly of his could be used for a pillow; a very loud, obnoxious, whiny pillow. But one nonetheless. It just curved so nicely, and had the cutest little tucks on it. Really if not for his personality this was something Byakko could really commit to. Especially as he brought his hand gingerly down one side, the plump bear stifling a gasp as his jiggly belly flinched again. “Are you done?” the bakemono complained, his face burning like the sun.
“Fine, I am finished” the tiger decided, hitching up the left side of the blanket.
Kumatetsu gratefully crawled under it, his pudge grinding against Byakko’s as he got comfortable, the demon’s incredible warmth fighting away the cold weather. “Now this is good” he muttered as he pulled the blanket up to his neck and nestled into the pile.
Any embarrassment forgotten, the demon ignored the bear cuddling up to him, getting as close to his pudgy side and belly as possible so he could enjoy the heat radiating off of Byakko. “You have such simple needs, don’t you?” the tiger mused, ignoring the ba-dump, ba-thump of his heart from Kumatetsu snuggling into him.
“Yep” the bear answered drowsily. “What are you reading, anyways?” he inquired, his eyes dipping.
“It’s about a human war they labelled as their second world war. It surprises me that those wretched, pathetic humans have only managed two world wars. But it isn’t surprising to me that they have had at least two they… they….”
Byakko’s voice became silent as he looked down to find Kumatetsu snoring loudly, the bear having a firm grip on the demon’s large sides as his head nestled in the crease between the moob and the underarm. “Yet again he naps? And he calls me lazy” the tiger snorted, returning to his book.
“Why not just kill him?”
That was a thought, but as of right now, he still needed to bide his time. If his suspicions were correct, the human world would most likely have spirit energy. And with it, he should be able to reawaken his powers, presuming Suzaku truly hadn’t stripped him of them. It was a long-shot, but a little humiliation and some compromise went a long way in terms of enacting his goals. Besides, it’d be a shame to kill that dumb bear when he was both at his cuddliest, and his most vulnerable for ridicule. Think of all the insults he’d never get to use if he killed him now. To hear that angry, choked up voice argue back. He couldn’t miss that. No, he was going to wait, for now. Wait and prepare. And so, Byakko continued reading, while ignoring the sleeping Kumatetsu rubbing up against him, as if daring him to feel affectionate about this. Unlikely. Affection wasn’t for demons. He understood that now, and forever.
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