Commission: Ches Stays at Home
A story for an anonymous commissioner about a plump, round dog that sprains their ankle, and to pass the time they explore just how much weight they can put on, with a little help from their friends...
The story does not contain a sex scene.
"Does it still hurt?" Haley asked and changed lane again, just so she could get to the red lights a little bit sooner. The pit bull terrier liked to drive fast, duck and weave through openings, and grit her teeth at traffic stops. Her driving style was not exactly unsafe, but it was definitely worrisome.The other dog, a much bigger and softer one, had to sit on the back seat, their shapely thighs and round buttocks too much for Haley's economical, rice box sized car.
"Oh it's okay if I don't put any weight on it," Ches said and tested their ankle wrapped in medical brace. The dog was of indeterminate origin, pointy eared and friend shaped, with hips twice as wide as midriff topped by a plump, snuggable belly. They were still wearing the same one piece swimsuit as they had at the pool, giving the car a faint chlorine smell.
"How long you're taking off work?" Haley asked and made a grinding sound as she switched gears. Despite having driving licence since her teen years she had never bothered to learn how to drive stick well, possibly due to her attention span, possibly because she liked the noise.
"The doctor said that it's just a sprain, but I got paid vacation until April anyway."
"Pfft, you union people." Haley said and adjusted the strap of her tank top that had yet again slithered down her arm. She saw little point to wearing a bra, with what her body brimming with energy and burning fat constantly, and the only reason she could not be called slim was her terrible diet of junk food.
"I'm just glad that you had the time to pick me up from the hospital." Ches said and rested their beefy arms at their lap. They were as flabby as the rest of them, but hid strength trained by manual labor, of hauling garbage cans and furniture left on street corners all day long.
"I'm between jobs, time is all I have right now." Haley sniffed, then cursed at the amateurs getting in her way.
"Just because you're unemployed doesn't mean that you should be expected to taxi people around." Ches nodded, eyes closed and smiling
"Aw shucks, you're my friend and I was in the neighborhood anyway. I even had the time to pick up something nice to eat." She pointed at a white paper bag on the seat next to her, slowly seeping fat and smelling of fried dough.
"Thank you Haley, you are a really nice person and I'm grateful to know you."
Haley adjusted the studded leather collar around her neck. She wore it to look cool, but now it suddenly felt sweaty. "Aw jeeze, enough with the praise! You're making me blush, you big lumpy dork!"
They both laughed and sped through the beginnings of a snowfall accompanied by honks and screeches.
Haley pulled over in front of Ches's apartment building, and walked around the car to help her friend out. The brisk chill of winter had picked up and bit at the tip of her ears and her blunt nose, but she could not be bothered to scrounge up a jacket. She was sturdy, and the front door was close by. Ches had trouble getting themselves out of the small car, far too low and narrow for their comfort, but with some jiggling, tugging, and swearing they managed it with the help of each other. Ches leaned on Haley as they walked to the lobby, their stride wobbly to begin with like two beach balls balanced on top of tiny feet, and now they made a lopsided pair as well over hundred kilograms of Ches was supported by the short but stout pit bull terrier.
When the elevator doors opened they were surprised to see Kio waiting in front of Ches's apartment. The lammergeier was wearing combat boots and short shorts despite the weather, and her ratty army surplus jacket did not seem suitable against the cold either. Stray snowflakes still clung to the feathers drooping over her eyes, and there was a slight puddle around her feet where she had put down her grocery bag.
"Oh," she said when she saw the two, "I came as soon as I heard." She pointed at the screen of her cell phone, and was too reserved to continue further.
"Oh boy am I glad to see you!" Haley wheezed under Ches's arm. "Catch them before they fall," she said and leaned Ches's bulk towards the lanky bird.
Kio froze like a deer in headlights, but Ches steadied themselves by grasping the doorframe. "Haley, I can stand on my own just fine," they said with a soft voice, holding the sprained ankle slightly in air, and then turned their attention towards Kio. "So sweet of you to come! I was hoping someone would keep me company while I settle down." Ches tested their foot and winced. "I'd make you two dinner, but I'm kinda useless in kitchen at the moment..."
"Yeah. I thought that maybe I could cook for you." Kio's shopping bag made a rustling noise when she prodded it with her boot. "But I see you already have someone over. I shouldn't bother you two." She sounded sullen, and looked aside for an excuse to leave the conversation.
"Nonsense." Ches took the red bird's hands in their own. "Stay with us Kio, I would appreciate it a lot. I insist."
"Okay, I guess if I'm not in the way then." Kio sweeped her feathers backwards, where they stayed glued by the melting snow. She sounded relieved that her token resistance to the invitation had been challenged and overcome so readily. Meanwhile Haley had managed to fish out Ches's keys and rattled them in the lock, finally unlocking the door and letting them inside.
The living room was a cozy jumble of cushions and rugs, leaving a winding path between the sofa and coffee table to the kitchen and beyond. The furniture was mismatched and banged up by life, not meant to fit together but nevertheless salvaged and given a home by Ches's caring hands. Every surface was covered with knickknacks and partially read magazines, lush potted plants and seashells picked from beach on a warm summer's day. Ches liked tidying up because it meant finding half forgotten treasures, and rarely finished for the same reason, their attention getting grabbed by a fun memory or an interesting passage on a book received from an old friend. The air smelled of greenery and yellowing paper, and the steady hum of traffic from outside turned into a soothing background lull.
"Oof," said Ches as they settled on the couch, their ample flesh jiggling from the impact, and eased their feet on the table. They knew that in some circles it would be considered terribly rude, but Ches was never one for formalities. Haley followed them on the sofa, bouncing on it a couple times and making the springs creak, while Kio disappeared into the kitchen.
"I'll come here to hang out with you and keep you from being bored to death," Haley said happily as she dug into the paper bag and took out a pair of juicy donuts, grease beading on their surface and coated with a thick layer of frosting. She handed Ches one and bit into another, its jelly filling squirting out over her chin.
"I can do that too, I don't have any gigs booked in the near future!" They could hear Kio's voice approaching even before she hurried to peek behind the corner. She had donned a pink apron two Xs too large for her, and it hung from her shoulders like a slack sail. Ches tried to take a nibble out of their donut, but was stopped by Kio. "Don't eat that. You'll ruin your appetite."
"Aw jeeze they're an adult let them eat what they want!" Haley rolled her eyes. "Listen to yourself, you sound like my mom."
"Well, yeah, maybe you should listen to your mom, Haley."
Haley was not sure what the vulture meant, but she had a growing suspicion that she was putting her down. However, her angry response was stilled by Ches's hand petting her shoulder.
"All right you two, come over here. That means you too Kio, sit beside me." Ches patted an empty spot on the quilt-cushioned sofa.
The bird gave a sour glare to Haley, who stuck out her tongue in reply, but then they both were enveloped in Ches's billowing hug, their arms pulling the girls into their soft, plump sides. Their fat, round body was warm and soothing, the steady thump-thump of heartbeat jiggling through their chest. Haley snuffled quietly in Ches's embrace, her perky ears swiveling around attentively, and Kio felt a heat rising to her face as it was pulled into the springy surface of Ches's swimsuit. Even the light exercise of walking from the car had given them a sheen of sweat, and up close Kio noticed a faint smell of buttermilk lingering to them, a mellow, natural scent.
"Friends don't bicker with friends," Ches continued, "And I have room for both of your meals." Ches patted their chubby belly, then pecked a dry little kiss on Haley's and Kio's foreheads. "Now make up and be nice to each other. What you are going to cook for us today, Kio?"
"Hot dogs."The tough looking bird sounded flustered, as if she was suddenly thrust into the stage of a school play.
Haley snorted. "That's not cooking, even I know that."
"Yes it is! You cook the the sausages in boiling water, that totally counts!"
Ches shushed them again and told them that everything that happened in kitchen was cooking, and that hot dogs were a mighty fine meal. That made Kio smirk slyly, her smugness so palpable that soon Haley had to get up and walk to the kitchen. She grabbed the bag of donuts as she went and made it loud and clear how she was cooking them by setting them on a plate one by one. Kio made grumpy noises, but Ches could not help but laugh, a delightful titter welling up from their deep chest. A little while later Ches ended up being sandwiched between Haley and Kio, who took turns feeding them choice morsels, bites of spicy savory hot dog buns and sugary buttery pastry dough. Kio showed example by holding the food in front of Ches's snout and letting them take big bites, and Haley followed suit not wanting to be left out. There was something disarming about Ches that made feeding them feel natural despite being larger than the two, and the happy chirps and burps they made after swallowing were a reward on their own. Haley licked spilled jam off her fingers and reached out to pinch Ches's cheek.
"Aww, aren't you adorable!" She said with a tail-wagging smile.
Kio frowned and wiped the corner of Ches's mouth, feeling annoyed at the new friend intruding on what had previously been their private game, but did not say anything.
Ches could feel the tightness in their belly as it was getting stretched to its limits, but they never considered stopping eating. They enjoyed being taken care of, like in their early years when they grew up in a very controlled environment, being fed and trained on a strict schedule. Now that they were no longer subjected to as demanding physical activity their body had been quick to turn the excess calories into weight, storing them efficiently and growing ever bigger in preparation of stress that never came. Ches quite liked the sensation of becoming heavier despite their movements getting slower, for making them feel safe and secure, and as the glow of getting stuffed slowly spread through their body in waves of warm drowsiness, they burped and leaned back contentedly. Breathing heavily under the weight of their overfilled stomach Ches tugged up a blanket and tucked themselves under it, and soon started to snuffle softly.
"Thank you, my friends," Ches mumbled with a sleepy voice, and drifted into downy sleep while their gut gurgled and digested the hearty meal.
"Aren't they lovely?" Haley whispered to Kio, not wanting to wake Ches up.
"Like a sweetroll." She crossed her arms.
"Makes you want to feed them more."
"Huh." Kio eyed Haley under her brows. "Ches likes it a lot."
"I want to make them happy."
"Me too."
They stood together and watched the gently snoozing giant in silence.
--
"Ches, I don't think you should-"
"Kio, I can walk around just fine, there's no reason to fret." Ches hopped forwards on one leg with a juddering thud.
It had been two weeks since Ches had slipped at the pool, and in that time they had put on good 50 kilograms of weight. Their already rotund shape had grown ample and majestic, their bottom half having doubled in size into thunderous thighs and butt into a vast, rolling expanse of fat. Their belly had turned from chub to cheerily jiggling muffin top that swung from left to right whenever they made little hobbled hops with their tiny feet, and made them teeter precariously on the edge of balance. At first being pampered by Haley and Kio had been quite fun, but eventually Ches started to itch with the need to do at least something around the house. Even though they had always had a relaxed attitude towards housework, seeing the two women spend so much time in their home made them feel restless like a poor host.
That was why Ches was now trying to squeeze into their bathroom to do the laundry, but their misbehaving hips caught the doorway turning the chore into a struggle. "Oh bother," they said and tried to tug themselves free, but their flabby sides stayed firmly stuck, the wooden door frames biting dimples into their squishy butt.
"Should I-" Kio appeared behind them looking worried.
"No, no, I can handle this honey." Ches said but sounded winded. Lugging along their mass had become increasingly harder, and even carrying the hamper around had made sweat bead on their forehead. Ches grabbed the side of the shiny bathtub--keeping the bathroom and kitchen pristine was an exception to their general laxness--and gave themselves a mighty heave. The denim short shorts they were wearing crumpled and buckled in the grip of the doorway, then started to slowly give way as Ches wriggled forwards. Like a cork from a bottle they popped free, their entire bulk jiggling and reverberating like an ocean of jello, and they glanced over their shoulder with a triumphant face.
"See, nothing to it!" They winked and swept sweat off their brow, adjusted their pants, and stood for a moment to catch their breath. Ches was wearing a short sleeved plaid shirt that they had tied by its hems into a knot right under their chest, leaving their plump midriff hanging out and glistening bare which now undulated hypnotically along their labored breathing. Kio had stayed to watch, and suddenly felt as if she was witnessing something not meant for her eyes. She motioned to the side to point at some yet unspecified task to excuse herself, and Ches shooed her off gently--they were in the charge of the situation and did not need any help.
As Ches leaned over to sort out laundry their fat rolls were smooshed together, straining the already tightly fitting shorts to their limit, making the denim bulge out taut as a drum and the belt button creak dangerously. Every time they dipped deeper into the hamper the pants complained as the ample hips forced them ever wider, making tiny snapping noises as the stitching and the very fabric itself started to give under the heavy load. Ches could feel the belt constricting them and the bite of tightness around their thighs, but saw no reason to worry about it because the pants had fit them just fine a couple weeks ago. Red-faced and sweating they reached for the last sock at the bottom of the hamper, and the overfilled shorts just gave up with a long, ripping sound. The clothing was torn apart along the seam, showing a glimpse of Ches's underwear as their buttocks burst out from their confinement, jiggling and expanding freely. Surprised, they straightened up but their fat rear end nudged the countertop and knocked down colorful bars of soap and scented candles. Ches tried to snatch them before they rolled down on the floor, but their center of balance had already sailed far to the side by now, and cursing like a sailor they fell on the fluffy bathroom rug with a loud thud and clatter of beauty products.
"Are you alright!?" Kio sprung to the doorway.
"I'm fine, I'm fine, just a little misstep," Ches's voice could be heard under the sink, more amused than embarrassed by their clumsiness. "Would you help me up please?"
With a lot of effort and grunting the rail-thin bird managed to lift up the floppy giant.
"Aw crudmonger, these were my last clean pair," Ches said when they saw their torn pants, and wiggled a finger through the hole.
"Why don't you go rest on the sofa while I finish up in here?" Kio said, and Ches nodded. She had to pull herself right against the tiled wall to allow Ches squeeze past her, and even then her entire body was brushed by their flabby, moist mass. The touch made her inhale sharply, but she kept still as the behemoth rolled by and over her. Ches got stuck again and needed a push, but it took a moment before she dared to touch their sublime, bare back. Her fingers sunk into the doughy flesh, warm and inviting like a living stress relief toy, banishing the coldness that she suffered from during winter, and she stood with her eyes closed savoring the sensation. Then, with a little shove the moment was over and Ches was free again.
A little while later Ches was panting heavily on the sofa, sweat pooling in their armpits and trickling down their back, and fanned their face while Kio tugged and inched the ruined shorts off their hips. Being so close to the half naked giant made her nervous, and after being done she turned her attention to anywhere but Ches. New cookbooks had made their appearance on the coffee table and other furniture, and a hearty aroma of mushrooms being cooked in an oven wafted from the kitchen.
Kio thumbed one of the books intently. "This is the recipe I'm trying next," she said and showed a picture of creamy vegetables to Ches. They had already eaten lunch, but Kio had insisted making more.
"Looks delicious! You've really outdone yourself recently, I'm happy for you."
"Ehh, it's just a skill I thought I should finally pick up." Kio looked at Ches coyly. "But thanks, I appreciate that."
"Do you need help with anything? Laundry's done, thanks to you." They smiled like the sun.
"Not really, everything's ready. Now we just wait." She seemed distracted and shifted her posture. She wanted to say something, but not out loud.
Sensing what was lingering in the air Ches reached to touch Kio. "Back there your hands were ice cold. Would you like to warm up next to me?"
Kio nodded and blushed. "I would like that very much."
Ches pulled her to their chest and wrapped their arms around her, covering her in a smothering caress of warmth. Kio sunk into their soft belly, like a waterbed, their body enveloping her from all sides. She could feel an immense heat spreading from their core, as their supercharged body constantly broke down food and stored the excessive amounts of energy as fat, burning like a stove all the while. The hug was moist like a dog's breath, and Kio shuddered from the sheer intimacy of having their scent seeping into her feathers. She relaxed and pressed her ear against their stomach, listening to the gurgling inside, the steady rise and fall of their breathing, and snuggled deeper into their chubby embrace. Ches petted her head, content to donate their warmth to their caretaker.
"Remember back when we met," Kio said with a muffled voice, "And you told me that you wanted to grow bigger and I said that you looked beautiful as you were?"
"Mhm," Ches made a noncommittal sound and played with the feathers on her forehead.
"Well I think that you look even prettier now!" She said hastily, a squealed confession followed by her burying her face in their chest.
"You're very kind." Ches petted her back and spoke softly. "You don't like Haley very much, even though she's a sweet girl." It was not a question but a statement of fact.
"I'm afraid of her."
"Her? She wouldn't harm a fly."
"I'm afraid that she'll steal your attention. She's loud and cheery and chubby."
"Oh dear. You're both important to me." Ches chuckled. "And you can both feed me, it's not a competition."
Kio did not reply, but just rested curled up in their arms. The way Ches's round belly protruded made Kio slowly slide off it, every breath pushing her slightly off center, until she flopped down unceremoniously on the couch. She got up to burrow under Ches's armpit, until their melty side flab covered her face like a blanket, and snuck her cold hands in the deep fold between their belly and hips. At that moment the front door rattled and Haley burst in, carried by the brisk air from outside and a wide smile.
"Heya, did you miss me already? You never guess what happened, I found these DVDs on sale and they were selling them by the weight, so they must be real stinkers! Let's watch them all!"
Kio lifted her head and made a sour look, the moment having been ruined for her, but Haley trotted on oblivious and sat on the couch.
"My nose is cold, let me warm it up," she said and snuggled under Ches's arm without further ado. Ches smiled and patted Haley as she curled up into a tighter ball next to them, giggling from the pleasure and leaving Kio to sigh and lay her head back. She stared at the ceiling for a while, but feeling and hearing Ches's calming presence next to her made it impossible to feel sad.
A little while later, after they had finished a hearty meal of creamy vegetables and mushrooms with pasta, Ches laid on the couch burping while Kio massaged their swollen feet. Ches had wanted to do the dishes, but the size of their belly prevented them from reaching the cupboards and they had been assigned to couch warming duties. The kitchen rang with the splashing of water and little snaps as Haley chased soap bubbles.
Kio worked the knots and aches from the foot, handling the sprained ankle with care, and moved to massage the mighty, squishy calves. She could hardly reach around one even with both of her hands, and she could feel taut muscle under the pasty layer of fat. "Do you think you could handle being bigger than this?" She asked softly, awed by how sturdily their body was built.
"Mmh," Ches replied eyes half closed, speech slurred by the carb overdose, "My siblings and I, we were made to be strong." They yawned and tried to turn onto their side, but were weighed down by the size of their gut and just rolled back. "I'd be curious to see just how... far I can push myself."
"I- I'd want to see that too." Kio felt like swallowing her words, by they had already escaped from her mouth and fluttered in the air now.
"Then you need Haley's help. You'd need to feed me around the clock to really make me grow."
"Would she want to help me? I've not been very friendly to her."
Ches shook their head, sending a ripple through their body, then burp rumbled its way up from their chest. They smacked their lips, enjoying its creamy aftertaste. "She's not one to hold a grudge."
"Maybe I am?"
"I don't believe that you have it in you," Ches said and shifted their bulk. Their thighs had started to chafe against each other and were sticky with sweat, so they stretched out to a lazy, wide pose. Ches's buttery aroma wafted into Kio's nostrils even more intense than before, homely and cloying, making her blush fiercely. She turned her attention inwards, on her own thoughts, and realized that Ches was right, of course. She was afraid of her own fears, not Haley, and when the pit bull terrier returned from the kitchen and settled down on Ches's lap, Kio was surprised by just how easy it felt to start thinking of three of them as an unit--the happy, harmless Haley would follow the example Kio would set. She closed her eyes and shook her head, chuckling. It looked like Ches was not the only one going through changes.
"What's going on?" Haley asked, frowning as if she had missed a punchline.
"Beautiful things," Kio replied with a smile.
--
Over the weeks the lammergeier and the pit bull terrier worked in shifts to keep Ches content and stuffed. Whenever they opened their mouth like a baby chick, it got filled with rich, starchy foodstuffs, and they spent most of their waking hours chewing and digesting. Their engineered body was humming with activity, gurgling and growing, the proteins and fats in the food giving rise to constant series of raucous belches that bubbled up from the roiling cauldron of their stomach. After a particularly heavy load of food their core temperature would rise considerably, trapped by the layers of fat, and they had to toss away all clothes and blankets as they laid still red-faced and sweating profusely on the brink of a heat stroke. They did not stop eating, however, because they loved the attention and affection, and the way their body kept swelling, billowing, growing first out of shape, then out of control fascinated all three of them.
The first thing Ches lost was their mobility. As their hips and legs grew wider their steps shrunk to a short skittering shuffle, as the possibility of moving their own mass became a rapidly disappearing prospect, then blinked out of existence altogether quenched by the intense pressure on their ankles and knees. Ches was led to crash on their bed, where they lied panting as their melty flesh quivered and oozed over the edges, all the while the bed frame sagged and made wooden groans. The weight of their gut pressed on their chest making breathing laborious, but it did not dampen their mood--in fact, feeling their own body constricting themselves was comforting, like a never ending hug, and Ches was keen on finding out how much more bulk they could add to the smothering caress.
Taking a shower was physically impossible because they would not even fit in the enclosure, but it stayed a necessity for their constant sweating made the air humid and skin bead with musty condensation. Kio and Haley gave Ches daily sponge baths, rolling them laboriously on the bed to reach all the moist nooks and crannies of their layered fat rolls. Afterwards the two would caress Ches's taut skin, and spread soothing lotion on the multitude of stretch marks that careened across their body like a map of fault lines. Their body was growing faster than it could accommodate to, and eventually it would collapse in on itself--and reaching that point as fast as they could had became a curious game to the three of them.
That moment was not far off by late winter. Ches's arms had ballooned into squishy tree trunks, with flaps of saggy skin hanging from them, their fingers pudgy and useless like sausages. Taking hold of fork or anything was difficult, and they preferred to have their food shoved directly into their wide maw. Even their mouth was starting to get buried under fat, as their cheek jowls pressed on it from both sides, their neck having long since disappeared under a mound of flesh. Everything about their appearance was puffy and bloated, skin stretched so thin that the slightest squeeze of effort could rupture it, accompanied by aches from their creaking bones--Ches was a payload that threatened their structural integrity, a bridge or tower ready to give up and crumple under the heavy duty being demanded from it. They were a disaster in slow motion, and it was impossible to turn one's head away from that unfolding spectacle of flesh.
--
The first signs of spring shone through the bedroom window and made Ches wrinkle their snout and sneeze. They wanted to rub it, but their massive arm could not quite reach over the mounds of fat on their chest. The bed under them had collapsed a while ago, and they laid like a molten puddle of a person on the floor, immobile yet content, several hundred kilograms of heaving dog flesh sloping off their body in cascades of flabby skin. There was a wincing pain in their chest, a sensation well familiar to them by now, as their overworked heart struggled to keep their body oxygenated, pushing blood with the consistency of milk shake through their turgid veins. Their guts groaned and rumbled constantly, a cacophony of stomach pains made audible as gases churned and bubbled in their digestive tract.
Suddenly a loud rumble shook their belly, and the tight, aching feeling start to swell upwards, gripping their lungs and burning under their sternum. Their guts rumbled like witch's cauldron, squeaking and jittering under the high pressure, and their entire torso jumped as it was stretched from the inside. A tremor rippled across their gooey flesh as the bubble of gas made its way upwards, expanding into their body cavities one by one. "Oof," Ches said and tried to grip their chest but their stubby arms were inadequate for the task. "I think, I think I'm gonna-"
They could feel immense tightness welling up trapped inside themselves, with no way out and inflating their intestines like birthday balloons, stretching tauter and thinner as they got overfilled with the ever increasing pressure. The thick slabs of fatty tissue on them helped to compress their insides and keep their body together, but soon even that massive weight started to tremble and rise like yeasty dough. Ches could not do anything but to stare as their body quivered and squealed like a pressure cooker, sweat pouring off their heated brow, and grit their teeth when the stretching started to turn into a slow, dreadful feeling like taffy being torn apart.
Then, without a warning, a lurching sensation from deep inside threw open the floodgates and sent their insides tumbling, a queasy spasm like being dropped from heights. It forced the pain to bubble up and they roared out the loudest, window-shaking burp that continued uninterrupted for half a minute. "Ahh, a false alarm, that's better..." They mumbled and started to nod, exhausted after being relieved from the heartburn. Ches felt vaguely distressed, as if they had forgotten something important about setting limits, but thinking felt hard and there was so much food to eat, and quietly they drifted back to sleep.
Haley and Kio watched at them snoring softly from the doorway. Ches's bedroom was large enough to house a double wide bed, but its swollen, bloated owner made it look cramped in comparison. The huge dog creature sprawled in the middle created a blubbery obstacle that divided the room in two, blocking the line of sight with their heaped curves that oozed like congealing lava across the floor. The immense girth that was their belly almost brushed against a recycled chandelier hanging from the ceiling with every wheezing breath they took, its faux crystals tinkling softly at the whisper of a touch from their bulk. It was clearly impossible to remove Ches from the room; they were confined inside like a ship in a bottle, yet growing with no end in sight. Even the very air in the room was thick with their scent, and the loud groaning and burping of their guts took up the rest of the space. It was a room for Ches, by Ches, not a cage but a shell protecting the squishy bits inside.
"Should we stop feeding them more?" Haley asked and pursed her lips.
Kio shook her head. "Ches would say if they felt they've had enough."
"Ches also likes eating a lot, like, a really lot."
Kio thought in silence for a moment. "Maybe a little more, they're really tough after all."
"Okay maybe a little more can't hurt. They'd be sorry if we stopped too early."
"It would be like losing a bet." Kio crossed her arms.
"Ches is lucky to have friends like us!" Haley smiled and hopped in place for a bit.
"No, we're lucky to have Ches," Kio said and blew a little kiss towards the sleeping giant.
"Our treasure."
"The sleeping beauty."
"Let's keep them locked up forever." The two of them looked at each other, smiles turning into coy laughters. They were very satisfied with their handiwork, and so would be Ches, in the end.