Small Fry

Oil watched from the edge of his tank as Pitch flaunted below him, his eyelids drooping gradually as she continued to ramble on and on.

"... All I’m saying is-" Pitch said, wobbling side to side on one foot as she tried to strike a sexy pose. "I'm not gonna be so 'little' forever, y'know?"

She punctuated this with a slap to her thigh, which Oil had to admit - was a fair bit bigger than normal. The plant girl had been eating well, it seemed, as her pants struggled to contain the full mass of her jiggling thighs. Her butt was pulling the seams in the seat of her pants as tight as they possibly could go. Her tummy hung over her waistband, itself wobbling slightly as she moved. Her chest... Was basically the same, honestly.

But, still, for all her boasting, she was pretty tiny. Not even a hundred pounds, realistically, and still would only just come up to the average person's chest. Oil rolled his eyes, glancing at anything slightly more interesting.

"Yeah, yeah, we're all really impressed, string bean... Can you stop talking about it?"

"... Alright, I get it" Pitch replied, a smirk crossing her wide, gobliny face. "You can't handle how much of me there is, now, I understand!"

Oil continued to look at her like she was some sort of small vermin. Just telling her to leave was, at this point, a lost cause. She needed to be put in her place, Oil decided, licking his lips.

"... Say, what's that on your hand?" He asked, gesturing over the tank to Pitch. Pitch raised her arm, turning it around in front of her face.

"... Uh, I don't see anything, what?-"

Before she could finish her thought, Oil's hand latched onto her wrist and yanked her up over the edge of the tank, up close and personal with the fish himself. Before she could even ask what was happening, she was face to face with Oil's maw, open as wide as it could with the slightest hint of a self-satisfied grin. In one fluid motion, Oil crammed the tiny plantoid into his gullet.

Pitch yelled an obscenity in tunnel-whisper, but only a muffled yell made it through Oil's gills. Oil grinned wider, taking a moment to struggle with fitting Pitch's more considerable than he thought backside, eventually stuffing her lower body down his throat and closing his mouth into a contented smile.

He glanced down at himself, paused for a moment, then burst out laughing.

"Pft, some 'big' you turned out to be-" he exclaimed, pressing a hand against his slightly protruding stomach. "You can barely even tell someone's in there!"

There was another muffled obscenity, which Oil responded to by squishing his slightly larger than usual gut against the glass of his tank.

"Oh, c'mon, don't put up a fight, I wouldn't wanna waste the 5 calories you give me shutting you up."

After a few more minutes of kicking and yelling, Pitch felt herself getting tired - half from the sudden physical exertion and half from being turned into fish flab. She let out one final, annoyed sigh, and accepted her defeat alongside one final punch to Oil's guts for good measure.

Outside, Oil felt the sudden lack of resistance in his stomach and laughed to himself. Barely even felt it. He turned from the tank's edge to return to whatever it was he had been up to before.

3 days later, Oil was awoken by a very loud, angry-

"ASSHOLE!" Pitch yelled at the tank. She gave it a kick for good measure.

After Oil figured out what the hell was going on and why someone was waking him up at the ungodly hour of- he checked his clock, 9 am, he groggily rose to the rim of his tank and peered down at Pitch.

"Well, look who finally respawned-" he said, unable to hide yet another grin from creeping onto his face. "3 days? What took you so long?"

Pitch - back to her usual size and now wearing a different outfit - scowled at him. "Some of us have jobs, you know, we don't just get to laze around and gorge ourselves."

"... As nice as that would be," she added, under her breath. "Oh? Well you've got the wrong guy, string bean-" Oil insisted, putting a hand to his chest and making a very exaggerated shocked expression. "I haven't been 'gorging' myself at all, i've been on a small greens diet-" "Oh go fuck yourself". Pitch grumbled. "So uh. You just here to complain at me?" Oil asked, reclining against the edge of the tank and tossing his tail over the edge, slightly. "'cause if so I've got plenty of room for seconds and thirds."

He patted his once again flat belly, making sure the diminutive plant saw him lick his lips again.

"I'm just here to tell you-" Pitch said with all the love of a grease fire. "You owe me a new set of clothes, after you swallowed my last set. That, and uh...." She did some counting on her fingers. "Like two weeks worth of food."

"... What, why would-" Oil slowly realized what Pitch meant, breaking into a giggle as he did. "Oh, you want me to reimburse you for the like... what was it even, 10 lbs you lost from respawning?"

"Yes!!" Pitch exclaimed, throwing her arms up. "Do you have any idea how much 10 lbs is on someone my size??"

Oil just continued laughing, towards a continually angrier looking Pitch.

"That's cute- the clothes, uh, maybe. But, y'know, don't hold your breath or anything."

"Phiva's roots... Fine, god forbid I try and share something i'm enthusiastic about, again.." Pitch grumbled, pinching the bridge of her nose.

"Big fish eat the small fish, buddy, that's just how it works," Oil said as he peered over the tank's edge, looking very pleased with himself.

Pitch just rolled her eyes - when, mid eye-roll, her gaze landed on Oil's tail, hanging over the tanks edge. It swayed back and forth ever so slightly, and suddenly Pitch thought.... No, no way she could pull it off. She had a big appetite, sure, but Oil was easily four times her size. It would never work-

Then, she felt her stomach grumble, and decided, what the hell. This stupid fish deserved to be taught a lesson.... And she was pretty hungry.

She lowered her head and sulked away in the most pathetic manner she could muster, hearing Oil snicker behind her. That was her cue - she turned around and bolted to where Oil's tail was hanging, grabbed it, and pulled - hard.

Oil had already been caught off guard by Pitch turning around, and barely had time to process being ripped from his comfortable tank before Pitch crammed the end of his tail in her mouth. With strength she hadn't known herself to possess, she grabbed the thicker section of tail and began shoving the rest of Oil down her gullet.

Almost instantly, she felt full, as Oil's meaty tail filled all the available space in her gut. Then, an all too familiar sense of somewhat embarrassing pleasure, as the walls of her stomach and the skin of her abdomen began stretching to make way for the absurd amount of 'food' she was asking them to contain.

Oil had made the process seem much more... Elegant. Then again, he had to eat someone a quarter his size. Pitch struggled as she continued grabbing at Oil's torso, forcefully pushing him deeper and deeper down her maw. By the time he even realized what was going on, he felt his arms pinned against Pitch's throat as his chest quickly followed suit.

"H-hey, what the hell!-" was all he could exclaim before Pitch's big toothy mouth closed shut, her throat bulging as the last of Oil slid down it. The whole affair had taken all of 7 seconds, and looked as though the tiny plant had slurped an enormous noodle.

No sooner had she finished did Pitch let out a frantic gasp for air, falling onto her back. The whole ordeal had exercised muscles she didn't even know she had, and she felt like she'd just finished an all-body workout. She could feel Oil throwing a fit, squirming around and hitting at the inside of her stomach. She didn't really notice, though - Oil was barely even background noise next to the euphoric, all-encompassing sensation of fullness she was experiencing. After another few seconds of exhausted panting, she craned her neck up to see what had become of the fish boy.

To say she saw her belly would be misleading. She only saw her belly. Her entire field of vision was filled by taut, green plant tummy, occasionally jutting out wherever Oil hit. Still panting, she looked to her side, and could see her belly was easily four times the size of herself, a gigantic mass of plant gut eclipsing its owner. She grinned.

"Oh? Bet you weren't expecting that, huh?" She teased, sitting more upright. She pressed a hand to her belly, her grin widening as she tried to stifle a giggle. "Oh man... Oh this feels amazing..." She whispered to herself, ignoring Oil's muffled protests. "I... I..." She was cut off by a growing sensation of tension deep in her guts. Her eyes widened as the tension traveled all the way back up her chest, and finally out her mouth in the form of a ground-shakingly loud belch. The sheer force of it knocked her back, causing her massively full stomach to slosh back and forth.

"... Excuse me," she laughed. The one hand on her belly remained there, tracing idle circles against her taut skin like a weird, fetishistic ice skater.

"Lets call it even on the food," she said, giving her gut a hearty pat. Oil thrashed inside her, promoting another enormous burp. Pitch just giggled in response.

"But uh... When you respawn, i'm gonna need those clothes a few sizes up, got it?"

"... Fine"

"Impressed?"

"Yeah, yeah, sure. You win."

Pitch grinned a toothy grin at the recently respawned Oil, who was staring down at her from her tank once again. Except, this time, Pitch was bigger. Much bigger.

"I gotta try Sushi more, honestly-" she laughed, one hand idly squeezing her enormous thigh. "Does wonders for your figure, did you know that?"

And it really had - after a couple days Pitch had gone from a massive, stuffed gut, to an absurdly plush, chubby figure. Her thighs comfortably fit in the pants Oil had gotten her, but still seemed liable to clip even slightly narrow doors. She giddily squeezed at them, absentmindedly. Her rear was similarly impressive, wobbling with her slightest movement and just as liable to jam up small hallways. Her tummy stuck out and hung several inches over her waistband, still ever so slightly taut from its enormous meal. A pair of plump love handles constantly threatened to spill out of her new outfit entirely, if only just. Her chest... Was about the same.

"Listen, string bean,-" Oil began, his nickname even less fitting now that Pitch was almost as wide as she was tall. "This is just between you and me, you got it? No one else needs to hear about this."

"Sure, sure, I like the idea of a private buffet, anyways" she said, making sure Oil saw her lick her lips. He just rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, as if I’m letting you pull that dirty trick on me anymore," He said. “Not letting that happen. Ever again.”

"I'd like to see you try!" Pitch laughed. "I’m craving seconds, already..."

"Haha, okay, yeah, stay away from me you lil weirdo." Oil said as he backed away slightly from the tank wall.

"Aw, what's the matter, scared of a little string bean? Scared I'll swallow you whole in one bite?" Pitch taunted. She pressed her squishy belly up against the glass of Oil's tank, casting her toothy grin up at him.

Oil let out a long, heavy sigh. "I can't believe I'm saying this but... Yes. Alright? Happy?"

Pitch nodded, backing off from the tank with another laugh. The big fish might eat the small one, until the small one gets hungry enough.