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The fatui was up to no good again. It was never shocking news to anyone when something bad involved that company however could be a complete nuisance. The current doings of the fatui weren’t as extreme as the vision hunt decree or stealing the holy lyre.

The act was inconvenient enough for Kujou Sara to be on Heizou’s ass about it. All the other detectives happened to be on their own cases leaving Heizou to be scolded by his boss. His legs were up on his desk as he leaned back in the chair. His eyes glance to the papers completely untouched. He could work on it yet he doesn’t want to.

A knock on his door caused him to quickly change the way he was seated. His feet on the ground and his back straight as he pushed his chair closer to his desk. “Come in!”

A frustrated Kujou Sara stood there. Her eyes gazing to the stack of papers with no writing then to the detective with a nervous expression. She sighed, a hand resting against her face.

“Heizou. I knew I’d find you doing nothing. I arranged a meeting with one of the harbingers for you… or at least managed to find one of them. You’re sneaky and it wouldn’t be as suspicious for you to approach him, understood? My face is known all over.. you? You’re a well known slacker.”

Heizou placed a hand over his chest, pretending he was heartbroken. “Oh how you wound me, Kujou Sara. A well known slacker is a low blow even for you~” he laughed and stood up. “I’ll check out this harbinger and talk to them. See if I can get any information.”

Kujou Sara gave him a paper with the locations this harbinger tends to stop at. “Be safe.”

Heizou grabbed the map, folding it then placing it into his pocket. He gave her a simple nod while he walked out the office. This was the kind of rush he was desperately looking for. It’s been some time he’s gotten a case where he actually goes out to speak to people. Speaking to a big Hu shot like a harbinger is a flex.
Spotting a man with purple hair and assumably inazuman attire he rushed over to him. He realized he needed to play it cool. He wondered what he could possibly be ordering from this vendor yet didn’t bother.

“Oh, this place sells the best food. I always eat way too much here.” Heizou thought small talk was the way to go. The glare he achieved spoke otherwise. “Oh.. yeesh. I didn’t mean it in a bad way. Just wanted to give you some suggestions.”

Scaramouche didn’t want these dumb suggestions however he needed to remember he’s meant to be acting friendly to civilians who don’t know who he is. Forcing a smile, he looked over at Heizou.
“Oh wow! Suggestions sound wonderful! I don’t know what I could possibly eat.” He tried his best to not scowl after saying that.

Heizou could read through his act. Why not play along? He smirked and pointed at foods on the menu.

The balladeer ordered every single one of them and got seated at a table. He offered Heizou to sit with him. His face was familiar yet he couldn’t put his finger on what. He knows Inazuma holds a decent police force and this man had to be on it. What a fool for thinking he can get away with this.

Heizou pulled a seat and sat with the harbinger. “You shouldn’t have ordered all of this because damn.. you just have a huge appetite.”

“Who said it was for me? I just wanted to treat my new friend to such a delicious meal. I didn’t know that would be so wrong.” Scaramouche frowned as he looked at the excessive amounts of food on the table.

Heizou’s eyes twitched but he forced a bright smile. “Oh, aren’t you the sweetest?” he began to eat some of the food. He was working on some fried shrimp however that’s all he planned on eating. He looked away for a moment as he saw someone sneaking around. “Oh, hold on.” He got up quickly.

Scaramouche took this as an opportunity. As much as he despises the doctor, the potions he makes do wonders. He added an appetite increase liquid to one of the shrimp; staring at the other food he added something that would cause Heizou to grow tired after.

The detective came back after a few minutes, apologizing for his sudden disappearance. He began to eat the fried shrimp again. Once he finished, his stomach growled ravenously. His cheeks flushed as he began to put the other foods into his mouth. His self control was low as he began to stuff every food on that table into his mouth. He barely chewed and seemed to be swallowing every food down. He groaned quietly, feeling his stomach fill to a limit he was unfamiliar with. It pushed against his shirt causing a burp to come up. He grabbed the last piece of food, finishing it off. A wave of drowsiness hit him causing his entire vision to blur. The last thing he saw was that damned harbingers smiling face. He wanted to curse at him or yell something. Instead his head hit against the table and his vision went completely black.

The detective was aware how much time has passed nor did he know his whereabouts. He awoke to the harbinger standing in front of him, that smug expression painted on his face. His arms were tied behind a chair and his ankles were tied to the legs of the chair. He didn’t have any way to possibly escape it. It wasn’t usual rope used to keep him tied. He felt the cold metal on his ankles and wrist.

“What do you want with me…?” Heizou managed to say, still processing this.

Scaramouche began to laugh. “Oh, you’re so foolish. I knew I should’ve put a gag on you but how else would I feed you your meals?~” he snorted.

Heizou’s raised an eyebrow. Before he could speak, a funnel was placed into his mouth. He wanted to spit it out and claim he isn’t hungry. He felt food get poured into it. He couldn’t tell what it was. He was lucky that it was easy to swallow down. He didn’t want to die due to choking on food. His stomach filling out on his lap, the male quickly gulping down whatever food that could be. He needed to stop to breathe. His eyes glanced to the harbinger who only met him with an eye roll. His clothing strained against his stomach, a tear being heard. He finished every last bit that he was fed. Panting, he burped loudly.

“You’re.. so.. sick..” Heizou managed to say between pants. His stomach groaned and gurgled on his lap. He could feel the discomfort easily. The inability to take his hands to attempt soothing his gut had to be the actual torture. He knows his mindset is in the wrong place however he needed something to soothe his stomach.

Seeing the harbinger turn away and start to walk off made his heart race. He wiggled in the chair, his legs and arms restrained. “Wait! Don’t go yet!” He hiccuped, “you did this to my stomach! You can’t get away with it! You.. you can’t..” a feeling of drowsiness overtook his body again.

The next time he woke, he saw one of the lower fatui men getting the funnel ready. He felt ashamed that the balladeer didn’t bother to even feed him anymore. His expression was disappointed yet he opened his mouth for the funnel. He gulped down the strange tasting food. He already knows his thighs filled up some since their last session. He couldn’t explain how shameful this was.

The poor detectives mind wandered to how his boss would react. He could see Kujou Sara scolding him for hours. He was thrown out of his thoughts by the balladeer being there to refill his food funnel. The detective had light in his eyes again after seeing the harbinger. He opened his mouth further to say something however he was only met with more food.

The harbinger sneered as he looked down at the chained up detective. “Can’t speak? Oh, how sad~ I wonder why..” he snorted, lifting Heizou’s chin to make direct eye contact with him. “Hoping for someone to save you? Be a hero?” He laughed again. He let go of his chin and made sure every last bit of food went into Heizou’s stomach.

Scaramouche watched as there wasn’t any fighting back from Heizou. Typically he’d find that sort of thing to be boring since he craves decent entertainment. Instead, he felt something else. The way most would describe it is butterflies in your stomach. The balladeer hates to admit it however Heizou looks attractive tied up and stuffed to the brim. Maybe if he keeps complying he’ll get bathed later.. not yet. He’s too in shape currently. It’s clear he could easily make a run for it.

A loud burp cut him from his thoughts causing his face to flush. “You disgusting insect. Who told you to do that?” Scaramouche grabbed his face, glaring down at him.

Heizou groaned, looking away. “Not like I’d do that on purpose. I’m stuffed.” He glared at the harbinger as if he was testing him. His eyes narrowing to focus intently on him.

With that, the room was empty again which left Heizou alone. It was rather humiliating to be chained up in a room with a full belly and no one to soothe it. Of course those damned henchmen gagged Heizou’s mouth. It wasn’t long until the red haired man fell asleep again. His body not knowing what else he can do in this kind of situation.

The next moment of consciousness he had, there was a vial in his mouth. A mysterious liquid filled it that was strangely blue. He couldn’t tell what it was however the effects after made him incredibly ravenous.

The funnels being given to him didn’t bother him in that moment. He wanted more of the food, he craved it. His stomach growled hungrily despite the amounts of food he swallowed down. No matter how much his stomach began to fill and his thighs softened he seemed to greedily want more. His own gluttony made him fail to realize his lovely harbinger was watching the whole ordeal with a dick in his hands.

By the time Heizou finished with his eating and was out of his dazed mindset, Scaramouche was already gone. He tried to wiggle in the chains not having the energy to do so. His thighs pressed together as he sat there. A hiccup bubbled up from his stomach. His eyes grew heavy again and he was fast asleep.

“Wake up, worm.” Snapped Heizou out of his sleep.

His eyes looked up to see the Harbinger again. The same man he was meant to give a report to Kujou Sara about. The irony was terrible. He felt less restricted in his seat then realized the chains were off. Before he could speak he was interrupted.

“I know you aren’t getting far but I thought why not bathe you. Would be fun for the both of us, wouldn’t it?” He sneered, his hand resting on Heizou’s thigh. “I’ll take such good care of you. I’ll make sure you’re clean as a baby during the bath.” He whispered. Messing around with Heizou was the best entertainment he had.

The detective couldn’t even run if he wanted to. His stomach was still stuffed to the brim and he felt lazy. He was ashamed that his lazy attitude led to him not caring to escape. Being fed all day and bathed wasn’t all that terrible at all. His clothes were washed for him whilst he slept and the room smells pretty nice. Looking balladeer dead in the eyes, “fine. Bathe me then. You’ll have to help me to the bath.”

His boldness was no surprise to the harbinger however the fact he actually needed help to the bath was least expected. Scaramouche let Heizou lean against him as they went to the bathing area together. The water was warm and the soaps were clearly the expensive kind.

“For someone who’s being held prisoner or whatever.. these are really nice bath items.” Heizou said, a smirk on his face. He felt the harbingers fingers massaging his scalp as shampoo bubbles covered his hair. “Am I that special to you?~”

“As if.” Balladeer rolled his eyes, “If you smell bad, everyone would have to smell that not just you. Maybe I need one of my prized possessions looking his best.” His left hand groped Heizou’s fat stomach. “Can’t let my special pig be deemed unworthy.” The whisper went against Heizou’s ear.

His cock twitched to those words. Imagining Scaramouche over feeding him and degrading him, caressing his fat and reminding him how worthless he is. A boner would’ve been visible if his stomach fat didn’t cover it completely. A lowly gurgle leaving his stomach as he rested his back against the wall of the tub.

“Whatever you say, Balladeer.”

“You know you love me..”

Heizou would’ve flipped him off if this was far earlier in him being captured. Now he’s just grateful he gets to be spoiled like this. He doesn’t want to admit that he somewhat enjoys the treatment. Curious if whether or not he’ll get his own bed soon instead of eating, sleeping in a chair and bathing. He would be lying if he didn’t say he was supplied with nice clothing by the fatui. Some of the fabric was clearly expensive which would make his heart skip a beat.

“You’re so confident in that answer.. which I will not answer though I’m curious when I will upgrade from a chair to a bed?” Heizou asked, tilting his head. “Sleeping in a chair is one of the worst things ever.”

Water was poured over his hair, his forehead being covered with Scaramocuhe’s hand. “Depends. Probably.. hmm.. never!”

“Come on… I might end up breaking the chair one of these days.. can’t you just let me sleep on a cozy bed? Think about my poor tummy..” Heizou looked over at him, a smug expression on his face.

Unfortunately, he couldn’t think of Heizou’s stomach. Everytime he did he would need to excuse himself to masturbate. He should’ve picked someone ugly from to kidnap instead. This was just bullshit.

Scoffing, he ran his fingers through his hair. “Maybe, I don’t know. It’s not my fault you’re getting so fat. Get a faster metabolism..” Scaramouche rolled his eyes.

“Don’t order your weird guys to stuff my face how about that?” Heizou argued back.

Scaramouche glared at Heizou. He got him there. Once he finished cleaning him off, he grabbed a towel and the comfortable clean clothes he had for him.

“I’ll let you rest in my bed just this one time, lowly creature.”

Those words made the detective overjoyed. His mind wasn’t stuck in how he’d escape or how desperately he needed to get back to his job. This was one of the strangest yet best vacations he’d been on. He was guided to the harbingers room and shown a very comfortable bed. He got onto it and laid down onto his side, it’s been ages since he could enjoy sleeping so comfortably. His thighs squishing together as he grabbed for the blanket. He envied the fact the balladeer could even enjoy something like this.

“God, of course your room is the most comfortable one I’ve ever seen. Though.. I haven’t been to other rooms around here.” Heizou said as if this was some kind of resort. He snuggled up with the blankets.

Scaramouche sat next to him on the bed and his hands made his way to Heizou’s belly. He placed them onto his soft stomach and moved them slowly to under the fat. He gave it a few squishes just to get a feel for it. He was in complete bliss like this. He knew he needed to find some kind of way to keep Heizou here for good.

Heizou wanted some kind of way to keep himself here for good. The real world was depressing and too much work. Here he lived like some kind of house cat aside from the disgusting licking fur part. He’d rather live this life forever. Even if it means completely submitting himself to Scaramouche and doing as he pleased. It’s just a small price to pay for this prince treatment.

Both of them pondered on how they’d keep the other around. Deciding now wasn’t the time for that, Scaramouche continued to grope at Heizou’s stomach.