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His Butler, Feeder
By FC Punk

In the English countryside there was a manor that belonged to an earl. Ciel Phantomhive was the current head of House Phantomhive and had inherited the duty of being Queen Victoria’s Watchdog, he was tasked with covering up any number of criminal acts carried out by the Royal Family and eliminate all who may seek to harm the Royal Family as well as every thread linking to the Royal Family's involvement, no matter how dirty the method.

This responsibility had been forced on him. His family was betrayed and he was kidnapped by a cult that wanted to sacrifice him. So low, so defeated, so desperate was Ciel that he called on a Demon. The two made a contract: Upon achieving his revenge against those that betrayed his family the Demon would devour his soul. Until the contract was fulfilled the Demon would serve him without question.

To that end Ciel made him his butler
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Sebastian entered the posh bedroom and looked at his master still sleeping.

“Young Master, you have slept well past nine o’clock. You have a busy schedule, I must insist on rising to meet your day.”

Sebastian pulled the curtains back and several rays of light gently touch Ciel’s face, but he rolled over, diving his face into the pillow.

Sebastian sighed, “Such a petulant master I have.” He grasped the covers and pulled it off with one fell swoop to reveal his master naked underneath.

“Sebastian!” Ciel yelled out, hugging himself at the sudden change in room temperature from being exposed. Sebastian looked him over and then saw his nightshirt on the floor. Ciel frowned at him, “It was warm and stuffy.” Sebastian chuckled and said, “If you were feeling too hot you could have summoned me to open a window. Although, it is the middle of winter…”

“Oh shut up,” Ciel snorted and sat up on the edge of the bed while Sebastian went to get his clothes. Sebastian got down to one knee and put his socks on, “There might be another reason why you were so hot.”

Sebastian’s gloved hand grasped Ciel’s big stomach and wobbled it.

“H-hey! Stop that!” Ciel protested but Sebastian continued to jiggle his belly. “It is admirable, that after Funtom released those bad Funtom bars you dedicated yourself to eating the rest of the batch. For your family’s honor, or so you say.”

Ciel slapped Sebastian's hand away, “It is on my family’s honor. How my company could bugger something like that I will never know. If getting fat is a consequence then so be it.”

After attaching Ciel’s sock garters he worked on Ciel’s shorts. Slipping them on Sebastian looked up at his master and said, “I’m more than satisfied seeing you like this. You may not know it but each sin you commit adds flavor to your soul and gluttony is indeed a sin. Sin might be considered the spice of life."

Ciel looked down at his butler with a disgusted look, “I’m very much aware of how delicious my soul is to a hungry demon like you.”

Sebastian closed his eyes and chuckled, “Of course, there’s no need to remind you.” Sebastian pulled the flaps of the shorts together, his gloved hands trying to button them, “I’ve always been of the opinion you’re too big for your britches, I appreciate being able to have a visual.” Sebastian managed to button his master’s pants together and gave an inner smirk at how tight that button was and started on his shirt, slowly covering Ciel’s jiggly pot belly and his flabby chest.

When Ciel was all dressed and standing his obesity was given a proper display. His gut pushed out his suit and wobbled noticeably with every step his leather shoes took. His shorts were tight around his bottom as well, the stitching was stressed. As Sebastian followed the chunky Earl he asked, “And what do you fancy for your breakfast?”

“Something sweet, I don’t care what,” was the answer that came from the boy, waving his hand dismissively. Sebastian smiled at that, he had been given carte blanche to do what he wanted, “Yes my young lord.”

As Ciel sat down at the dinner table he grumbled in annoyance at how much tighter the arms of his chair were and how his hips were having difficulty getting in. “Bugger,” Ciel muttered shifting uncomfortably until he was finally in, from behind the chair one could see his butt spreading out under the arms of the chair.

Sebastian pushed a cart to the table and placed a plate down in front of him, lifting up the tray lid revealed a massive stack of pancakes, six in total.

“I present to you pancakes made in the Canadian style drenched in syrup imported from Montreal, Quebec. It is topped with whipped cream and butter made fresh from the milk of a Jersey cow. Inside the pancakes are a collection of Funtom chocolate chips.”

Ciel’s eyes were wide at the decadent stack and licked his lips in delight. The third bite was just as good as the first, as was the 25th. The butter was melted down and it mixed with the syrup, giving it even more flavor. However, even for Ciel this was still too much and he began to slow down around halfway. Sebastian pulled up a chair and started to cut into it. “Nnn, Sebastian?” Ciel moaned before Sebastian said, “It’s improper to waste your food, a growing boy must eat all he can.” Sebastian pinched a protruding roll and made Ciel open his mouth, allowing Sebastian easy access. “Yes, quite improper to waste food like a Chinese emperor.”

Sebastian cut and cut Ciel the pancakes, Ciel accepted bite after bite until the pancakes were finished. With his stomach stuffed and bloated Ciel rubbed it moaning. He wanted to berate his butler but instead all that came out was a long belch.

Sebastian tutted him, “Such a crude display. You sound less like a young lord and more like an English sow.”

Ciel scowled at Sebastian and struggled to get out of his chair. Sebastian noted his master’s issue and leaned in, digging his hands into Ciel’s bottom he pushed Ciel out of the chair. “If you get any bigger my help will certainly be needed. Sigh, so much extra work for me.”

Ciel ignored him and went to his study where Sebastian brought him his mail. The letters were boring, typical Funtom business until Sebastian announced “A letter from Her Majesty.”

This caught Ciel’s attention and Sebastian opened the letter and read it out loud.

“To my Watchdog,

There has been a mass rush of kidnappings of children of nobility. A shadow of dread has been cast upon the city and Scotland Yard is not enough to ease the discontent. Take this kidnapper out and rescue the children so polite society may sleep easy at night. Victoria.”

Ciel looked up at Sebastian. “Well, it looks like we have a new mission. Prepare the carriage, we shall head into the city.”

“Yes my young Lord.”

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“Another chocolate my Lord?”

Sebastian and Ciel rode through the city, the sky was covered by grey smug emitting from the smokestacks.

“Of course. I must say even I am impressed by my company’s chocolate.”

Sebastian watched his master eat, the boy shoved chocolates from the box into his mouth, his chubby face bulged as he packed his cheeks like a squeal. He smiled at his master’s gluttony, “Yes, your dedication to your honor is admirable. This is entirely your duty to your family.”

Ciel had long since eaten the batch the bad chocolate had come from, but he never stopped. Sebastian never made him stop. Instead Sebastian had allowed his Lord to over indulge into corpulence for his sheer amusement.

Entering the London townhouse they encountered the keepers, Prince Soma and his servant Agni.

“Ciel!” Soma the Indian prince grasped the boy into a big hug and then grinned at him, “My my! Someone is becoming a right English Lord.” Soma teasingly patted Ciel’s paunch and Ciel frowned, slapping his hand away. “Knock it off. I have an assignment and I don’t have time for your nonsense. As for my weight, you might say it’s a consequence of my sense of duty.”

Agni chuckled while stirring a bowl of cake mix, “You might say that Prince Soma is undergoing his own sense of duty.” Sebastian raised an eyebrow, “A sense of duty?”

Soma unbuttoned his top and revealed a tan pot belly that surged out, having seemingly been contained in his clothes. Agni fed him the cake mix with a wooden spoon, saying, “It’s per the course of tradition for a crown prince to become ripe. Prince Soma is preparing for the throne.” Soma said nothing, only closing his eyes and passively accepting Agni’s feeding.

Ciel groaned in annoyance, “I don’t have time for this. Sebastian, put my luggage away, I’m going to my study.”

Oh Lord Ciel!” Soma called out while buttoning his top, “Lau and Ran-Mao are currently waiting for you!”

“Lau? What the hell?”

Ciel stomped his way to his study where Lau sat in an armchair with Ran-Mo sitting on his lap. To Ciel’s surprise she had chunked up, she was practically hiding Lau under her.

“Welcome to London Lord Phantomhive” The Chinese drug lord greeted him with a smile.

“I was in the neighborhood and thought I would come by for tea. Although Prince Soma said you weren’t here he invited us in for tea. Such a wonderful turn of events for you to show up.”

Agni came into the room and poured them all some tea as Ciel sat down and said, “I’m here on business. It’s actually convenient to find you here. You know of these kidnappings don’t you?”

Lau sipped his tea and remarked, “The spoiled children of nobility, yes? Like a thief in the night, he comes and steals the precious treasure of youth.”

Sebastian raised his eyebrow, “So it’s a he?”

Lau chuckled, “Of course it would be. These kidnappings have all happened at the grand balls. Do you really think a woman could pull off such kidnappings in that environment?”

“It would have to be a member of the same class as well, it makes sense.” Sebastian mused.

Ciel stirred his tea, “A ball then? Sebastian, do we have any invitations to any upcoming balls?”

Sebastian pulled out an invitation out of thin air, “Indeed we do, a ball invitation was in the mail last night, sent by a Sir Wales. How shall I respond?”

Ciel looked up at his butler, “With an affirmative of course. This works out perfectly.”

“Planning to use yourself as bait master?”

Ciel smirked, “Of course. As a Phantomhive I would be a prime target.” Lau smirked as well, “Plus the fact this noble kidnapper does not discriminate between boys and girls means you won’t need to disguise yourself in a tight corset and wear pink frills.”

“Shut up,” Ciel sneered at the teasing, “Come Sebastian, I must pick out a suit for the ball.” “Yes, my young lord.”

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In Ciel’s wardrobe his fancy suits were having difficulties fitting. His jelly belly had considerable sag to it and his waist size had ballooned from all his chocolate indulgences.

Sebastian tried his best to close Ciel’s pants but with his big belly tucked inside it was proving to be quite difficult. “Master, would you please humor me and suck your tummy in?”

Ciel scowled at his master and took a deep breath. His tummy sunk in, but Sebastian still could not close the flaps.

“It seems the wardrobe at the London estate is much smaller than what we use at the manor. Master...I am curious, please strip.”

Ciel thought nothing of it and wiggled out of his pants, his thighs and belly shaking. He pulled off his tight shirt until he was standing in his underwear, his lower belly roll hanging over the waistband and sagging to a considerable degree.

Sebastian led him to a scale where Ciel stepped on and the scale read 21 stone.

Ciel’s round face was shocked, “Bloody hell I’m gigantic.” Sebastian chuckled, pinching his bulging love handles and side rolls, “Yes, 300 pounds on the dot, quite a heavy master. Tisk tisk tisk, eating sweets and sitting on your bottom all day long has led to an obese boy.” Sebastian shook his head, “Yes, much overfed. When this is all over I may very well have to put you on a diet, master.”

Ciel shot him a glare, “No. You will put me on a diet when I say so. I still must repent for my company’s mistakes and I will not let you interfere.”

Sebastian looked down at his master, taking him in. The thick double chin. The stretch marks along his belly. His chubby little toes. The fleshy rolls on his chest which resembled breasts. His full bottom that filled the back of his underwear with it’s plush decadence. His master’s words of demanding to eat more, using such flimsy excuses, all reeked of greed and gluttony. His soul was being peppered, marinated in sin. A dash here, a dash there. If Sebastian hadn’t been so disciplined his mouth might’ve started to drool.

“Of course my young lord, I beg your pardon. In the meantime I shall enlarge your suits.”

Sebastian pulled out a sewing kit and went to work on his master’s suits, “If I couldn’t fit my master into his clothes what kind of butler would I be?”

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Aristocrats loved throwing balls, it was just part and parcel of being part of the nobility.

Sebastian had tailored Ciel's black formal suit that he wore during the curry competition so that it fit him perfectly. At 300 pounds Ciel matched the big bellied older lords who complimented him and his growth.

"Turning into a fine young man," the old men smoked their cigars and sipped their brandy.

Ciel stood back watching the dancing nobles, observing. A young adult of just 19 approached him dressed in a crimson suit, “Ah, Lord Phantomhive, I’m so glad you made it to my party. I am Sir Wales”

“It’s a nice ball,” Ciel said in a dismissive manner, “What is the occasion of this party? There’s a panic going on, this is hardly the time to host a party don’t you think?”

“On the contrary Lord Phantomhive, a panic is exactly why we should party. Even while unspeakable horrors are occurring we have to continue to live. Please, enjoy the party.”

“Of course, thank you,” Ciel said and watched him leave. Sebastian, who had been serving drinks, approached his master, “A glass of bubbly, young master?”

“Not at the moment. There’s something off about Wales. To have a party like this, I-”

Ciel’s thoughts were interrupted when he was suddenly glomped by his cousin Lizzie.

“CIEEEEEL!!”

“Oof! Lizzie where the hell did you come from!”

After the sudden shock of being glomped wore off and Lizzie got up Ciel’s eye went wide. His cousin Miss Elizabeth Midford had swollen up. Packed inside a frilly yellow dress she looked like a butter princess. Blonde curls framed a tremendously round chubby face. The dress was tight around her gut which pushed out a good foot and her bottom pushed out the back of her dress. Her dress had long sleeves which were filled to the brim with arm fat like a stuffed sausage.

Lizzie looked over Ciel as well and a wide smile grew on her fleshy cheeks, “Oh my goodness! Ciel, you’re gigantic!” She clasped him into a hug, which again knocked the breath out of the fat boy, his face being pushed into his fiance's newly enhanced bossom.

“Nnnf! I know that! But so are you, what happened!”

Lizzie put a single finger to her double chin and began to recall, “I went on vacation to Paris for a month. Oh Ciel the food was so wonderful! They had chocolate and cream and all sorts of puffy sweet treats to eat! I had cake for breakfast and ice cream for dinner! There was a most creamy macaroni and cheese dish that I’ve made Paula memorize. I ate so much on that trip I thought I would pop!”

Ciel was mesmerized by the unladylike gluttony of his cousin who started to feel up his belly. “Oh Ciel, I always thought you were too sickly and needed some meat on your bones.” She giggled and laughed patting Ciel’s portly tummy, turning Ciel to his side she squealed at how far his belly pushed out in his profile. She pushed out her own tummy in her tight dress and remarked, “We’re such a cute fat couple! I hope we get fatter and fatter!”

Sensing the need to get her away Sebastian remarked, “Lady Elizabeth, they should be bringing out the cake soon. Perhaps you could bring us a slice when it comes.”

Lizzie’s eyes lit up, “But of course Sebastian!” She hugged Ciel and kissed his chunky cheek, “I’ll see you later Ciel, byyye!”

As his master sought to catch his breath Sebastian remarked, “We did not foresee Lady Elizabeth being here master. Shall we adjust the plan?”

“No,” Ciel said, finally recovered and with his hat back on, “The plan is still the same, we just have a new pawn on the board.”

Sebastian gave a devilish smirk, “You will use your own fiancee as bait. Such a cunning master I have.”

Ciel smirked, “Everyone is a pawn in some way, they just don’t know it.”

Ciel stood close to Lizzie, watching her from a distance. Nothing had happened so far, just Lizzie gorging herself at the buffet. It was almost revolting to see her eat, stuffing herself like a pig. She had gone from a primp and proper lady to an engorged hog.

However something did happen: She got a stain on her dress and went outside the ballroom. Ciel followed her, this might be his chance. As he went through the many halls he had no idea of the figure that hit him in the back of the head, knocking him out.

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Ciel awoke tied to a chair, his arms behind him and his legs bound to the legs.

“So I’ve been kidnapped,” Ciel muttered before he gasped at what was around him.

Countless fatty blobs were all jiggling about, too fat to stand up their tummies surging out past their legs and their bottoms rising far above them.

Ciel looked around and to his horror saw Lizzie was one of them. She was not bound to anything, there was no need when she was bound by her own massive lardy body. Her plump hands sat on top of her belly, her breasts covered by the tatters of her yellow dress. A tube was inside her mouth and she was sucking on it, her cheeks were bright red from her work at sucking.

“Do you like what I’ve done?” Ciel heard a voice and Sir Wales emerged.

“Bastard,” Ciel declared, “What have you done?”

Wales rubbed the belly of Lizzie who gurgled on the tube, a brown liquid seeping out and rolling down her many chins. “Just giving greedy brats exactly what they want. The 20th century is going to be the English Century, there’s no need to be so Victorian. We should embrace our status as masters of the world.” He patted Lizzie’s gut which made her wobble like a water bed, “These ones are just the example of my ideals becoming reality. My ideology made flesh.”

“You’re mad,” Ciel spat, “A complete lunatic. I’m going to enjoy watching you die.”

Wales grasped a stray tube and pushed it into Ciel’s mouth. “That’s enough squealing from you piglet. Just enjoy yourself. This is your life now, being a pampered spoiled brat.”

Wales turned on the machine and the brown liquid started to go into Ciel’s mouth.

Chocolate! It was chocolate! And not just any chocolate, it was pure Funtom chocolate, just like the ones he had been eating constantly. As the chocolate entered him Ciel moaned despite himself, it tasted so good.

“That’s right, spoiled brats love chocolate. You should know though I’ve made a bit of improvements to your recipe Lord Phantomhive.”

Ciel’s suit that Sebastian had tailored to fit him grew tight and the buttons on his top all popped off, showing his big gut inflating like rising dough. His chest grew bigger and bigger, wobbling like jelly. Ciel swooned at the flavor of the chocolate, now willfully, purposefully sucking down the chocolate all on his own.

Ciel’s bottom started to widen and spread out on the chair. His pants started to tear seams and soon exploded off him all together, as did the rest of his suit from his huge arms that also undid his bounds. His increasing weight became too much for the chair and collapsed under the obese boy.

Laid on the ground his rolls began to multiply, his chins were met with jiggly new ones. His butt grew out behind him, spreading out wider and lifting him up as if it were his own chair, quickly growing beyond the size of bean bag chairs. He grew and grew, his belly surging out and covering his fat little legs like a blanket and spreading further out.

Wales leaned on his belly and pinched his chubby cheeks which were growing so round his eyepatch became undone, revealing his demonic seal. “You’ve passed a thousand pounds already, a perfect entity.”

A small rational part of Ciel’s mind that had been buried under pounds of pleasure suddenly spoke up. He concentrated real hard and called him, his eye glowing.

“Well, well,”

Wales jerked around and saw Sebastian standing behind him “What! The butler! How did you get here!”

“It was rather easy, following the squeals of my piggish master. I should actually thank you, you’ve seasoned him so well. His soul is absolutely mouth watering, it’s complete torment that I have to wait until our contract is up.”

“What the hell are you talking about!” Wales pulled a pearl handle revolver “You’re talking gibberish. I won’t let anyone get in my, let alone a mere butler.”

Wales fired all six shots into Sebastian, blood splattering on the wall and Sebastian collapsed on the ground. Wales looked down at the corpse with satisfaction and turned around.

“You made a mistake.”

Wales jerked back in horror and watched Sebastian slowly rise, his body twitching until he threw up the bullets into his hand.

“I’m not a mere butler. I’m simply one hell of a butler.”

Sebastian threw back the bullets which shot Wales dead.

Sebastian stopped the machine and pulled the tube out from his master.

“Well then young master, the case has been solved. Sir Wales is now in hell. I suppose I shall prepare your diet plan.”

“Wait!”

Sebastian looked at his bloated mass of a master, curious.

Ciel looked down at his master, towering overing him thanks to his massive butt.

“Put the tube back in and turn the machine back on,” Ciel’s fat husky voice told him, “That’s an order Sebastian.”

Upon saying those words Ciel’s eye lit up and Sebastian’s eyes glowed pink. He kneels at his master’s tummy.

“Yes, my young Lord.”