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Head in the Clouds (Commission for Thecaptainfoxx)
🕑 Added 2020-10-26 15:42:36 +0000 UTCTurning heads was easy when one looked like that. Everyone in the restaurant was stunned and speechless by the sudden appearance of someone whose immense rear was so wide that it literally broke through the double-wide doors that most everyone could clear with no difficulty, the glass shards seemingly bouncing harmlessly off of them as they offhandedly dismissed the damages as actually being the establishment’s fault. How dare they not serve people of their size? They could’ve gotten hurt, were their body not the glorious piece of work that it was! Certainly they wouldn’t want them to kick up a fuss about it, and would therefore be more than happy to seat them and their trainer somewhere where they’d have plenty of room to engage in whatever wholesome activities they could think up. The poor staff member standing by the ex- front door could only shrink away with each word the Lucario threw at them, meekly pointing towards one of the corner tables before running off to find their manager, giving the chocolate-coloured Luca and the smaller fox trailing them plenty of time to get comfortable before anyone complained.
Even then, the extra spacious couches just… weren’t enough for someone like them. The upholstery gave it the old college try, but in the end turned out to be just as effective at holding up under the assault of their colossal rump as a pile of crumpled-up paper; thankfully though, the Chococario was used to seats not being able to hold them up, and didn’t complain too much or too loudly once their ass slammed onto the floor, instead choosing to use the rubble that used to be a couch as a pillow of sorts, all while quietly disparaging the frankly sub-par hyper accessibility of that restaurant. Meanwhile, their trainer, still moony-eyed and out of it, nodded mindlessly to every word they said, agreeing without really thinking about what words he was listening to, all while conveniently ignoring the mounting tension immediately outside that bubble. It was clear to everyone else that the staff didn’t appreciate the sudden intrusion, but Foxx had better things to do: like egg his precious chocolate Lucario on even further.
“You’re right, they didn’t even have the courtesy of giving you a couch that could hold you!” he repeated out loud, “I mean really, it’s just like that time at Carl’s, remember that?”
“Oh, don’t remind me, that was absolutely dreadful! Remember that swill they called a soup? I have to say, I never felt more insulted in my entire life; did they expect me to actually pay for that? After I nearly puked it back up on the first sip?”
“Not good enough for you, that’s for sure,” the vulpine sighed happily, “I just wish I could find a place that could serve you what you deserve, nothing like these ones, but I can never find anywhere that’ll fit…”
“Please, as if anywhere is good enough to host me,” the Chococario scoffed, waving away the waiter and getting back up, “I’m getting tired of poor service. You’re taking me right back home and cooking for me, right this instant.”
“Y-yes, of course!” Foxx replied enthusiastically, “Anything for you, my dear!”
The Lucario raised their chin up and let out a short “humpf”, a sign that, while they weren’t about to reveal how much they appreciated the compliment, they liked it nonetheless; outward displays of affection and gratitude just weren’t in that Luca’s arsenal, though it was easy enough to tell when their ego was stroked by way of how their head looked like. Usually, it was incredibly tiny when compared to the rest of their body (not that it was a hard task to accomplish; pretty much everything looked positively miniscule next to it), but the more praise was lavished unto them, the more it seemed to make up the difference. It was a temporary state of affairs though… unless Foxx, or anyone else with that intent, decided to shower the Lucario with constant love and attention.
At the time they left the establishment, mere minutes after literally crashing in, the Chococario’s head was already inflated enough that it actually looked proportional to the rest of them, but they both knew that it could go even further. What with the constant looks they were receiving, courtesy of the barely-there clothing they chose to wear and the way they deliberately exaggerated their movements in order to bring out the best and most pronounced jiggle in all of their curves, it was only natural that passers-by would eventually stop doing whatever it was they were doing just to stare at them… but it was only the select few who went a step forward that had any effect on the Luca’s head, whenever those brave soldiers decided to put their shame on full display and go so far as to cat-call or make rather unwholesome comments about how great they looked. Though the chocolate-coloured Digi-beauty pretended not to pay attention to any of these, it was impossible to deny that they were having an effect on them, what with their head continuing to swell up with each praising word they received. It didn’t help that Foxx only made it “worse” as well.
“You know, you should put on a show one of these days, I’ve heard you sing before!” - he had to practically run after them, the Lucario’s larger footsteps making it hard to keep up a steady pace - “I know you said that no place could hope to meet your standards, and I get that, I do, b-but maybe we should give it a chance! Everyone could see you then!”
“What, and have to deal with amateurs who wouldn’t be able to meet half my list of demands?” the Luca dismissed yet again, nonetheless gaining a couple of inches in head diameter, “It’s bad enough that I have to share karaoke night with a bunch of no-namers who can’t hit a G to save their own lives, I don’t think I have it in me to go through something more… official.”
The word was dripping with contempt. A perfect opportunity.
“Yeah, just imagine them trying to set limits on you, hun,” Foxx quickly added, hoping to give the Luca something to think about, “just think about it, they’d probably have you wear ‘proper’ clothes or something!”
“Imagine that! As if I’d ever cover these babies up!” they exclaimed, heaving both of their heavy breasts up, their immense nipple rings clanking heavily against one another.
“It’d be an absolute crime!” - the fox nodded with his eyes closed, almost walking into the Chococario when he misjudged a few steps - “I mean, look at you! How could we ever deny the world something as beautiful as you?”
The defenses were starting to break down, seeing as the Luca actually smiled for a few brief seconds before wiping that expression off their face, replacing it with the same, well-practiced look of detached apathy they almost always wore. It was easy to tell it was a fake though, given that so much of their upper body was dominated by a head that just kept getting larger, showing off their bright, shiny teeth whenever the slightest grin crossed them. It was getting easier with time to say something that got a reaction out of them; probably because they’d gotten so big that there was just more of them to love and dote on, a bit of a cheat if one were to ask Foxx. The vulpine took his chances and moved forward, closer to the Luca’s colossal form, hoping to get a couple of good gropes in before the inevitable smack came down… but it never did. For once, the Chococario seemed perfectly happy in letting their trainer run his hands all over them, even in front of everyone else on the street.
“Serves them right,” they mumbled to themselves, “now they get to see what they’re missing out on. My darling one, do make sure to knead my ass properly, I need people to see just how jiggly it is, thank you very much.”
“Y-yes, right away, of course!” the fox answered back, practically throwing his whole body onto one of their enormous, pillowy asscheeks; each one was probably big enough that he could sink into it and still have room left, giving him plenty to work with as long as he was only using his two paws, “You deserve to show everyone just how amazing your body is, you’ve worked so hard for it!”
“I have, haven’t it?” the Luca chuckled, both of them conveniently ignoring the fact that they were the way they were thanks to eating several times the daily recommended dose of calories, and were just lucky enough that most of the fat ended up on their tits, ass and thighs, “It almost feels criminal not to share it with the world, not directly at least. But then I remember I have you to handle all my needs, don’t I my dearest darling one~?”
“You bet! Wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world!”
The Luca had already heard this a million times before, and yet every time they did it somehow tasted sweeter than ever; perhaps it was knowing that, even after so long, their trainer was still infatuated with them to such a strong degree, stronger perhaps than he had been at first, or maybe it was the certainty that their very presence had warped Foxx’s mind so much that he could think of nothing more than to serve his precious Chococario to the best of his ability. Whatever it may be, it went straight to their head… literally, as it continued to gain in size and weight, yet still perfectly perched atop that strong neck of theirs.
As the continued on their walk home, Foxx refused to pass up on a single opportunity to either come up with new and inventive (and oftentimes quite lewd) compliments to pay them, or just to sink his hands into any part of the Luca that offered the slightest bit of plush. Their ass in particular was a favourite of theirs, especially given how the vulpine could sink his hands all the way down to the wrist and still keep going, with the Digi-beauty often claiming that he could probably stick his whole self in there and they wouldn’t even notice. Foxx didn’t even wait for a single second before mindlessly agreeing to the musing, even going so far as to point out that if he was absorbed into and never came back out, that would still be the most glorious fate he could aspire to, succeeding in drawing the faintest of blushes out of the Luca, who was nonetheless quick to will the sign of “weakness” away. Not quick enough to avoid their head bloating outwards even more, to the point where it was starting to look about as proportional to their body as a Moai statue would be, but still. It was important that no one see them express anything for praise other than tacit acceptance; it wasn’t something they thoroughly enjoyed receiving and would practically kill to get, but rather the natural order of things. Why shouldn’t people shower compliments on them as a regular state of affairs? Who else had a body like theirs to be ogled and admired? No one, that’s who!
However, having a head like theirs made moving back into their house slightly troublesome. It wasn’t anything they weren’t used to, but it was still a bother, especially given neither of them had really eaten anything yet. To Foxx, this was merely another excuse to show his beloved Lucario how much he adored them, by preparing for them a meal outdoors of course! It was the perfect weather for it, just warm enough that no special heating was needed, and with the amount of people out in the streets just large enough that it would be a slight inconvenience to pedestrians, just how the Chococario liked it. It wouldn’t be nearly as good for them unless they were in the way of other people, because then other people would have to look; and once they did, it was just a single step or two more for them to utterly fall in love with those jiggling asscheeks, that bountiful bust, or the perfectly plump smoochers that were, by that point, quite a bit larger than anything else on their body… though proportionally to the head they were on, they remained much the same size. Foxx himself couldn’t wait until he had the opportunity to either kiss them or be fully enveloped by them, but in the meantime, he had things to do.
While the Lucario waited outside, making passes at anyone who got too close and surrounding themselves with whoever wanted to spend time telling them how beautiful they were, their vulpine trainer made the several necessary trips to and from their apartment in order to prepare for the feast; getting the table into the elevator was tricky, but as soon as he recruited a few eager volunteers, things began to flow a lot more easily, enough that he could focus on cooking once all of his new assistants got into the rhythm. Down below, in full view of everyone, the Chococario was having every one of their whims attended to: table was too high? Saw off part of the legs. Too low? Raid a bookstore and find enough volumes to place it at the right height. Temperature too high? Find a few generators and run several fans in order to cool them off!
After a certain point, the Luca was deliberately trying to be as nitpicky as possible, purely to test the dedication of those who chose to serve them that night, and despite their initial concerns, turned out to be pleasantly surprised; not only was the crowd eager to do whatever it took to leave them feeling like royalty, said crowd was only getting larger the more outrageous the Lucario made the demands, prompting them to increase their complexity until they were stuck in an odd vicious cycle that seemed never to want to end. Up above, in their luxurious residence, Foxx was managing a team of about a dozen impromptu line cooks, trying to do his best to provide for his beloved down below; hopefully, if he did things properly, it would be the most sumptuous feast they ever tasted, and with it came the certainty that the whole city would get to witness their beauty!
Not that either of them needed that much more to make that happen; by the time the dishes were being prepared, all it took was for the fox to take a look through their bedroom window to see a colossal, unblinking eye, the pupil narrowing as it focused on the interior, followed by the Luca’s booming voice demanding to know where their dinner was. Judging by the commotion coming from downstairs, the amount of people surrounding them must’ve grown so much that getting the food out to them would be hellish, and indeed the sidewalk was so chock full of admirers that they had begun to spill over onto the road, blocking traffic and only causing the drivers to join in, hoping to see what was so special.
Foxx’s fears were proven to be misplaced, however, when he quietly called out for him to be given some room, and instead received a grand passageway through the middle of the crowd, with it opening up and leading the way for him and the other cooks to present their idol with their dinner for the night. How exactly the Lucario was supposed to eat it when their head towered above even the buildings around them and was on the precipice of actually tipping a couple of them over was anyone’s guess; they were most likely unable to even get their hands up high enough! This was, of course, assuming that the real meal of that night wasn’t the adoration and adulation they had been receiving, what with their blush now patently evident and the Chococario no longer bothering to even try and hide it. The voices in the crowd mixed together to form one amorphous, discordant symphony of praise, many even going so far as to beg that the Luca give them special attention once they were done with dinner. Each word only added to the budding size of their head, only made their glowing eyes burn brighter as all the attention rubbed their ego so much it was practically resplendent. And Foxx, stuck on the ground and with nowhere else to go… decided to join in.
There were a great many things he could say that he knew would hit every button the Lucario had and then some, and now with their inhibitions laid bare for anyone to poke and prod at, it was finally time to give them what they wanted. Why hold back when most of the downtown area could see them for who they truly were? A perfect specimen, a thing of beauty and near-divine glory, there to bless the lives of the tiny ones underneath their watchful gaze with their very presence. He made this very clear when he ran his voice hoarse shouting at them, hoping to have his words reach their ears over all others. And while it was doubtful that this happened, Foxx liked to think that the smile they gave their congregation, a skyscraper-sized grin by that point, was brought on by his contributions. He allowed himself that fantasy; it was the only one he had left.
The night carried on, hours upon hours of the city’s population being drawn to see just whose head that was, with the whole urban jungle eventually being dominated by a face that blotted out the stars, a face that demanded a great many things and received even more. A face that, fed as it was by an unending stream of love, attention and praise, would continue to grow to greater heights, until it cast a shade upon the whole of the metropolis.
But that was for later, when the sunrise haloed their head from behind.
Their true nature.
