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A Berry Bad Trap

The last commission in the batch! This one for @pluusshie who absolutely deserves more followers cause her art is great!

This story is a bit different from the usual fare, involving blueberry TF. But, it was fun writing this and I hope y'all enjoy

Also, I hate this title adbsjnsns so I might change it if I can think of anything halfway decent

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Walking through an Agarthan base, Felix and Sylvain remain focused despite the building’s abandoned state. The area in varying states of disrepair, the entire base lacks any sign of prior occupancy. Located not too far from Fhirdiad, the former Blue Lions had figured on getting rid of the Agarthan’s closest base to Fhirdiad being the key to swiftly dismantling their chances of gaining political power. Though, Sylvain’s and Felix’s search shows the Agarthans own cunning, any sort of records purged or taken. In hopes of finding any sort of clue or stragglers, Dimitri, along with Dedue and Ashe, scours the perimeter of the base. The rest of the Blue Lions, Ingrid, backed up by Mercedes’ and Annette’s proficiency in magic, search the left side of the base.

Sylvain peaks his head around the corner. The room seemingly empty, he motions for Felix to follow him. All sorts of books are missing. Even the Agarthans’ technology is missing, all of their knowledge taken by them in their rush to leave. “Well what do we have here?” Sylvain gloats to himself under his breath. Though not too under his breath, Sylvain purposefully glancing at Felix after ensuring to be just loud enough to catch his ears.

A lone crystal catching Sylvain’s attention, the vivid blue item rests at the corner of the room, as if accidentally forgotten. “I wonder how much you could go for?” Sylvain opens his hands; he immediately heads towards the crystal, the rest of the room devoid of anything of note like all the other rooms.

“If you touch that, I swear,” Felix checks behind himself. The hallway devoid of anyone else, he keeps watch by the door. “Why care what the damn thing’s worth? It’s not like you’re hurting for cash,” Resting against the doorway, Felix clicks his tongue. Crossing his arms over his petite yet defined chest, he grumbles as he focuses on the hallway.

“Hey, a little curiosity never hurt anyone,” Stepping to the side of the crystal so as to keep an eye on Felix, Sylvain grins at him as he reaches for it. “Come to papa,” Grabbing the crystal, Sylvain begins to cough as it shatters into an infinitesimal number of pieces. A heavy blue dust of sparkles spread throughout the room. Sylvain attempts to wave away the dust in front of him. He covers his mouth and nose with his free arm as he coughs. Despite the clear lack of any wind underground, the dust swirls throughout, enveloping the entire room in a blue haze.

Turning around from Sylvain’s commotion, Felix immediately begins to cough, caught off guard with the dust. His chest heaving, he desperately clears his throat in an attempt to get rid of the dust stubbornly lodged inside.

“Sylvain! What did I just say!” Stomping towards him, their different height is completely unimportant to Felix, Felix ready to slice Sylvain with his sword. Sylvain remains in the corner of the room, staring back at Felix with wide eyes, as if a child reprimanded over breaking curfew. Felix stands some few feet away, standing in the center of the room.

“Did you get dust on your face?” Sylvain squints his eyes, staring intently at the miniscule blue dot on Felix’s nose. Sylvain misses the entirety of his own face turning blue, his pale skin completely replaced with the same deep blue hue from the crystal.

“No, you idiot. You have blue dust on your face!” Shoulders tense, Felix points an accusatory finger towards Sylvain. He recoils with a shout as he spots flecks of blue paint on his hand. “What did you do?” Felix brings a hand to his face. His eyes focus on the flecks of blue. Shaking his hands, as if to rid the blue hued dots marring his porcelain skin, the tiny flecks continue to turn into larger splotches. His stomach bubbling, the not quite searing sensation reminiscent of the sauna back when he attended Garreg Mach, Felix wraps his arms around his stomach. He groans. Something clearly off, he shuts his eyes. Heavy, suddenly oh so heavy, Felix huffs. Readjusting his arm to rest it on his stomach, the resulting squish catches his attention.

Felix winces. Daring a glance, his shout hitches in his throat; any sort of anger wells into concern as his eyes stare at the growing mass that is his stomach. His outfit enabling his limber, agile self, the lack of armor perfectly gives away the bump in his stomach. His outfit having only a little give to them, the minimum amount necessary to not impede him during combat, his bulging midsection stretches out his clothes. Belts growing unbearably tight, Felix winces. Far more important matters at hand, he grips his stomach with both hands. His stomach lacks any sort of give, his stomach sloshing as he holds it. The mass nearly spherical, any softness coinciding with fat is unfound. Two snaps ring out. The two belts around Felix’s midsection fall uselessly to the floor as he stares dumbfoundedly at them. Huffing, Felix barely notes how overly bloated he feels as his thighs join alongside his midsection, his upper chest rounding out as well. His strained breathing rings in his own ears as he continues to feel off, something clearly wrong with whatever Sylvain touched. “Sylvain,” Felix’s mind shouts at him as it remembers the culprit for his own misfortune. Checking for Sylvain, Felix simply lifts his head to find him, Sylvain resting against the wall.

Having touched the crystal responsible for their situation, the cursed item’s effects are farther along on Sylvain. His midsection positively bulging, Sylvain stance is wide; his thighs far more filled out closer to his stomach, the straps holding his leg armor are torn. The armor on his legs bulges from its wearer's engorged body, the armor looking as blown out as Sylvain. His midsection squished behind his armor, Sylvain leans his head back against the wall. Discomfort or concern is completely absent from his face; Sylvain has a puffed-out smile from his blue bulging cheeks as he keeps his eyes closed, as if taking a nap under the sun’s warm embracing light. “This,” Unabashed moans come out of Sylvain, the guttural noise petering out into silence only for another one to come as he feels himself fill out further. “Damn, this feels great,” Cradling his stomach, his arms soon begin to struggle with so much girth crammed inside his body. His interlocked pieces of armor stretch as his midsection continues its engorgement, the durable armor giving away with loud metallic shatters as it completely falls apart. First, the section covering his stomach gives way, the massive blue ball of mass staring directly at Felix’s face with Sylvain’s black shirt riding up the surface of it. Sylvain not quite as large the further away from his center, it only takes a few moments for the other portions of armor to fall to the same fate, bits of metal clanking to the floor as he continues to expand and bulge out. His arms and legs eventually suffer the same result as his massively engorged torso. Sylvain’s midsection wider than the doorway they entered, the armor soon comes apart. Left in his plain clothes, his black shirt and red pants stretch and tear, the already taut fabric meant to show off his slim yet built figure instead shows off his bulbous blue body, the material ripping as it gets torn to shreds from Sylvain’s expanding body. His arms and legs bulging, the dark blue appendages seem to shrink as Sylvain’s torso seems to explode with mass. An overly apple shape turns into a near spherical form, the blue mass expanding at a far greater rate and seemingly absorbing Sylvain’s arms and legs. His tall lithe figure disappears under a great blue bulbous body as Sylvain continues to fill out, more and more of his arms and legs sinking into his jiggly blue body. His face filling out, his tire for a neck gets enveloped by his body as well. His overly puffed out cheeks, the same hue of blue as the rest of body, rest on his large ball of a body. Sylvain’s fiery orange mop of hair is the only contrast against his blue body. His eyes dwarfed by his bulging cheeks, his pupils nearly recede to the back of his head, Sylvain clearly in no concern over his state of transformation.

“That damned idiot is enjoying this!” Seething to himself, Felix’s teeth clench, his pearly whites grinding as he stews in anger. Eyes focused on Sylvain’s bulging bulbous body, his moans fill the room alongside the two’s tearing clothes. Felix feels a warmth spread across his face. The warmth not from his expansion, Felix clenches his teeth tighter as he enjoys the sight of Sylvain unabashedly enjoying himself, Sylvain looking so squishable. The thought is saved for later as a pain jolts through Felix’s left shoulder. Checking for the cause, the overburdened shoulder strap is digging into his body. Nowhere near Sylvain’s size, Sylvain still somehow growing, Felix unstraps the protective gear. He hurls the piece to the side, Felix glaring at it as though it were the culprit for his predicament and his current enjoyment, however small the latter is. His eyes shift from side to side. He places a hand on his stomach, giving it a pat. A small smile threatening to adorn his face, Felix yanks his own arm away from his stomach. He tries to ignore how his body continues to swell, his thighs slowly thickening and widening to match his midsection. His boots begin to creak, the fine material unwilling to bend much. Empty shelves and empty walls stare back at Felix, the only other point of interest being Sylvain’s expansive globular blue body, and the doorway. Any sort of possibility better than being completely stuck, though the idea of becoming so large that leaving a room is impossible does leave a small unwanted thrill. Felix offers a passing glance at Sylvain. Sylvain’s eyes closed; his breathing continues to come out hitched.

Felix grabs his own body. The swelling even more noticeable with his hands feeling the filling sensation, he shakes his head with a grumble. His cheeks swish. Better to be found with Sylvain than to explain it all by himself, Felix resigns himself, telling himself that it’s not because he finds the idea of being stuck enticing. Felix huffs as he moves spots. Having unmoved from his spot in the center, he waddles over to the other side of the room. Upon taking a single step, Felix swiveling one leg past the other just to move, he pauses as something squishes underneath his foot. Glancing down, he merely comes face to face with his own bulging body, his globular blue belly protruding farther out than he could possibly fathom, the stomach still maintaining a firm spherical shape to it. Shifting around so as to not stare at his own girth, Felix finds a liquid pooling onto the floor. The same exact shade of blue as himself and Sylvain, Felix’s eyes follow the trail to its source.

Felix having barely moved from his own spot, Sylvain’s body is nearly in his face. He focuses; his eyes barely make out the origin of the liquid, Sylvain’s tits. His nipples are a slightly darker shade of blue. They leak some sort of juice, the liquid flowing freely down his body and onto the floor. Shaking his head with a sigh, Felix glances down at his own chest. Free of any liquid, he finds himself a tad disappointed, his lips forming a frown as he presses a hand against the growing curve of his chest. Grunting, he continues his laborious waddles to the other end of the room; his continuously growing body makes it increasingly hard as his legs and arms become more constrained with his bulging midsection beginning to overtake the appendages. The tearing fabric fills the room, Felix’s ragged breaths filling in the interspersed tears. His blue body soon comes into view as his clothes tear further apart. His legs slowly getting swallowed by his expansive body, he barely reaches the wall before giving in, his legs losing contact with the floor. Eyes half lidded, he shakes his arms. Only his fingers move in response, his arms sloshing with juice instead. Barely immobilized, his body continues to expand in all directions. The sensation of occupying so much space, of feeling so heavy is completely foreign to Felix, Felix wishing for it to end. A smaller portion of his brain whispers to him, wishing to experience and bask in his immensity. His vision mostly filled with his own expanse of a body, he remains unaware of Sylvain’s stopped growth. His chest welling up, a slight bit of definition to set it apart from the monstrosity that is his stomach, Felix winces as a quick jolt of pain rushes through him. His breasts positively aching, he groans gutturally, his usual relaxed, stoic disposition momentarily replaced with bliss as soon as the pain ends, his rounded heavy chest freely leaking juice. Not to the same extent as Sylvain; Sylvain’s chest nearly gushes copious amounts of juice compared to the tiny creak of a stream coming from Felix’s chest. His concern grows as his body begins to press up against the walls, fearing that him and Sylvain could possibly outgrow the room. The fear subsides with a great gurgle in his stomach, Felix sensing his growth having finally ended. Unable to see anything besides his own body, or what he assumes is his own body, what with him and Sylvain being under the same predicament, Felix groans. Unable to move his body either, any sort of help is relegated purely to outside help, the two great immobile men completely helpless. Their churning overtaxed bodies fill the room, the area sounding not too far off from water splashing about.

Felix finds himself wishing that no help had come as he hears a voice sound out. His wish mainly occurring due to the warmth he feels in his face as he somehow manages to spot Mercedes, her figure so small in comparison to his own mass. He briefly wonders how she must feel, so dwarfed by his figure. Felix shuts his eyes, blaming Sylvain for his mixed feelings on his transformation.

“Oh my!” A high pitched voice breaking out, the pitch is even higher as Mercedes spots the two’s unrecognizable bodies. Lifting up her outfit, she watches out for the puddles of juice while getting closer. Completely dwarfed by the two massive men, her eyes drift between the two.

“Ugh, Mercedes,” Felix tsks to himself as he hears his own voice, the uttering of a simple name far more taxing and even deeper sounding than before.

“Felix? What happened?” Recognizing the voice, Mercedes wastes no time in waiting for an explanation. Despite her question. Placing a hand a few inches away from Felix’s body, she begins chanting a restore spell.

“Mercie! You’re supposed to be behind us!” Caution thrown to the wind just like her best friend, Annette comes bundling after Mercedes. Upon arriving at the scene, Annette remains by the doorway. Her eyes shift back and forth, examining the entire scene while Mercedes continues her spell.

“You two need to remain behind me so I can prot…” Ingrid calmly rushes behind Annette; her calm exterior promptly fades away, her eyes wide open with her mouth agape. “Mercedes get back!” Annette places a hand on Ingrid’s arm, her eyes still on Mercedes. Ingrid’s eyes shift over to the other massive blue pile. The entire round, swollen figure encompassed in nothing but blue, the vibrant red-orange hair catches Ingrid’s attention. Her brows furrow into a grimace, Ingrid taking a cautious step backwards from the jiggling, sloshing mass.

Bringing her hand back to herself, Mercedes’ eyes lower as her restore spell fails. “It’s just as I feared. This magic is incompatible with mine,” Felix groans, his body relaxing for a faint second as he hears he’ll be stuck like this for longer. His bloated cheeks occupying most of his vision, the rest of it is mostly overtaken by his corpulent, round body. Felix huffs, a dark blue hue for a blush dusting his cheeks. Felix’s huffs reach Mercedes ears, though she mistakes his desperate attempts at silencing his moans as puffs of complaint, Mercedes knitting her brows. Bringing a gloved hand to the curve of Felix’s stomach, his stomach similarly rounded just like the rest of his body, her hand stops a few inches, Mercedes unsure of what to do or what to say, her usual kind, comforting words unable to come to her.

“Annette,” Ingrid whispers at Annette. She beckons Annette towards the hallway, her eyes trained on the hallway’s corners. “Give the signal,”

“Understood,” Taking a step back into the hallway, Annette feels Ingrid’s focus as she keeps watch. Taking in a deep breath, Annette’s chest rises as she raises her hand. Having placed a magical trail, the welling of magic nigh undetectable to those inexperienced in magic, the trail swirls with a gentle breeze as Annette lowers her hands. The trail meant to guide the group back to the entrance in case of an emergency, the trail’s secondary usage as a signal had been hoped to have gone unused. Standing beside Ingrid, Annette sighs. “So, what happens now?” Glancing back into the room, Annette spots Mercedes still hard at work, Mercedes now attempting her magic on Sylvain. “Mercedes’ magic isn’t working, so I doubt mine will have any effect,”

“You two are the experts in magic. Any ideas we have will be based on you or Mercedes’ knowledge,” Ingrid shakes her head.

“I was unable to affect Sylvain either,” Mercedes announces her return. “Normally I would feel some spark upon casting restore, yet…” Mercedes pouts, staring back to Sylvain and Felix. Ingrid and Annette follow her line of vision, all three staring at the massive men and failing to hear the two’s huffs and moans as they remain transfixed. “Yet ,I simply felt emptiness, as if nothing was wrong with either of them,”

‘Then we’ll need Agarthan tomes,” Annette concludes, Ingrid nodding in agreement to her suggestion.

The sound of footsteps coming closer, they immediately quiet down. Three pairs of feet approaching, Ingrid remains cautious, her lance ready.

Dedue’s shield coming around the corner first, Ingrid relaxes upon the arrival of the rest of the Blue Lions. Dedue spotting them back, the giant of a man lowers his shield, revealing Dimitri and Ashe. Ashe pulls back his arrow with a gleeful smile, placing it back in his quiver. Dimitri rushes ahead, worryingly staring down at the three women.

“What happened?” The rushed nature of his question betrays his stoic face.

“Sylvain and Felix….” Ingrid pauses, unsure of how to explain herself without sounding like a maniac. Standing tall, a hard task next to Dimitri, Ingrid leads him to the room.

Dimitri eyes widen at the scene. Supposing the two sloshing figures to be Felix and Sylvain based on Ingrid’s hesitation, his assumption holds true as they suddenly speak, a tiny blush on his face.

“Ugh, enough with the gawking,” Felix complains, an indistinguishable blush over his face from the attention, not entirely unwanted.

Ashe and Dedue follow suit, the two shocked speechless upon spotting their friends.

“Oh please, gawk all you want,” Sylvain moans out, pathetically wiggling his fingers in a desperate attempt to grope himself, his body so pleasantly full. “Grab all you want too,”

Dedue’s concern quickly turns into a sigh of disapproval. He heads back to Annette and Mercedes, his voice hushed as he speaks to them.

Ashe ignores Sylvain, instead heading towards Felix.

“Why am I the one being ignored!” Sylvain shouts, his entire body wobbling as he kicks at the air, his legs swallowed by his blue body.

“How are you holding up Felix?” Nearly dwarfed by Felix’s overly engorged body, he places a hand on Felix’s body.

Felix squints his eyes, Ashe’s hand a wonderful reprieve on his body. His mind screams at him to beg for more, to be squished and prodded all around, for some reprieve of his exaggerated fullness. Felix instead lets out a growl. “Keep your hands to yourself,”

“Ah, my apologies!” Quickly removing his hand, Ashe wipes off the juice from his hand.

“I am fine,”

“Fine? I expected you to be seething, truth be told,” Ashe jokes, laughing to himself.

“I would rather the lot of you solved this issue that Sylvain caused. But since you’re all completely inept, fine will have to do or else I’ll lose my mind,” Felix winces as his chest churns once more, the heavy load of juice nearly causing him to let out a moan.

Ashe simply laughs, shrugging off Felix’s usual harsh words. “Well, I’m sure that they’ll figure something out soon,” Ashe offers a smile.

Dimitri still gawking, his mind races as the two massively inflated men occupy the entirety of his vision like they do his mind. He briefly registers his name, snapping out of his trance as glances around.

Dedue speaking with Mercedes and Annette, Ashe does the same with Felix. Ingrid focused on keeping watch, Dimitri turns towards the only possibility.

Sylvain grins. Biting his lip, the act somehow harder in such an engorged state, a few huffs still escape his lips as Dimitri turns to him. “Finally, some attention,” Everyone else ignoring him, Sylvain chalked it up to pure disinterest. Except for Dimitri. So trained in spotting any sort of attraction, aimed at himself or others, Sylvain immediately noticed the underlying cause of Dimitri's state of confusion.

“What now, Sylvain?” Sighing, Dimitri takes a few steps closer. Simply as it’d be rude to speak from such a distance, nothing more, nothing less. Though, he does note the extra deep blue hue of Sylvain’s body, his juice flowing down his body without a care.

“Figured someone like you might appreciate this,” Shifting his arms, they remain stuck, encased by the rest of his globular body. “I wouldn’t mind if you cop a feel,”

Dimitri’s eyes widen before glaring. “Sylvain…”

“I wouldn’t mind you doing whatever you wanted. Especially if you were a bit thirsty,” Sylvain’s own heart races at that thought, Dimitri’s lips wrapped around his tits as he guzzles his juice. The resulting possibility of Dimitri growing, his muscular form becoming engulfed in fat, soon, becoming unable to move despite the extreme strength granted to him by his crest. Perhaps even growing so large that the three of them would outgrow the room and-

Dimitri’s heavy breathing reaches Sylvain’s ears. Barely able to make him out past the hemisphere of his body, Dimitri stands hunched, his face burning as he glowers at him.

“I will do no such thing,” He spits out, more to himself than to Sylvain. “You’re hopeless,” Taking deep breaths, his chest rises and falls. Dimitri closing his eyes.

Dimitri turns as Dedue clears his throat. He joins the rest of the group, clearing his own throat as he hopes no one notices the light dusting of a blush blossoming onto his face.

“His Highness will be heading to Garreg Mach alongside Annette and Mercedes,” The entire room ready to erupt into arguing, all of them immediately fall silent as Dedue raises a hand. “We have no way of transporting Sylvain or Felix, therefore some of us must remain watch. His highness will contact the archbishop for aid. In the meanwhile, Annette shall be researching for any possibilities to reverse this,” Standing proud, Dedue looks at the other Blue Lions for any questions.

“We’d be lost without your planning, Dedue,” Dimitri radiantly smiles at Dedue, ever grateful for his assistance.

“What will Mercedes be doing?” Ashe speaks up, walking back towards the main group.

“I’m going to try and find Emile. He’s our only other lead into other Agarthan bases and he’ll only be willing to speak with me,” Mercedes clarifies, a gentle smile on her face.

“Ingrid, Ashe and I will remain here in the meanwhile. While we may lack offensive magic between the three of us, Ashe’s healing shall suffice. And with Ingrid’s pegasus, we’ll have decent contact and provisions with the nearest village”

“That’s actually a well thought of plan,” Ingrid nods her head in agreement. “We better not waste any more time chatting. I’ll be grabbing some food then,”

“So, we’re stuck here? Come on, I’m sure plenty of people would be dying to get a glimpse at me,”

Everyone choicely ignores Sylvain as they say their goodbyes. Annette and Mercedes walk behind Dimitri and Ingrid, the two magic users chatting as some normalcy is regained with a plan in motion.

The room suddenly much quieter with half the Blue Lions gone, Felix gives a sigh of relief from the reprieve. Ashe and Dedue quietly conversing to themselves, Sylvain’s incessant little groans reach his ears, Felix gritting his teeth as he tries to divert his mind to anything besides his engorged state. The constant churning of his own body’s juice reverberates in his ears, Felix mostly wishing that this would all end soon. A sticky feeling sprouting on his chest, Felix fails to hold back a moan as more juice gushes forth from his breasts. His wish for this to end as quickly as possible fades a bit as he closes his eyes, hoping the others can’t hear him enjoying himself.

#I'm honestly not sure what to tag this lol #just gonna go with the usual tags #fat emblem #feeder emblem #my writing #fat!sylvain #fat!felix #fat!three houses

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