Kurafatpika WIP Preview

A weight gain story featuring Kurapika from HunterxHunter. It's still a heavy WIP, if you couldn't tell by the fact that certain characters names aren't filled in yet lol.

Contains male weight gain.

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“I’m looking for any contracts you have,” Kurapika said. As of now the trail of the Phantom Troupe had gone cold, and the best thing he could do right now was make some extra jenī through his job as a Blacklist Hunter.

“Hmmmm, looks like we do have one unclaimed contract,” said the agent behind the desk, shuffling some papers around. “A fugitive by the name of Yeldwich Ssvevn. He’s all the info we’ve got on him. It’s not much.” She handed Kurapika a file.

“Thank you,” Kurapika said, nodding politely before leaving to study the documents he’d been provided.

Yeldwich was a thief, although he was a small-time petty criminal compared to the heinous heists of the Phantom Thieves. He seemed more interested in knocking members of high society down a peg than actual money. The exact details of his misdeeds were redacted, but apparently he had done something to permanently ruin the careers of several models, celebrities and other public figures, something that would “ensure they could never appear in public again.” He was also a fairly adept Nen user, suspected to be either a transmuter or a conjurer like Kurapika himself. Also included in the file was a picture, his last known location, and a list of targets it was suspected he would strike at next. Kurapika immediately began by contacting one of the names on the list, so an ambush could be set.

Kurapika made a deal with Yeldwich’s potential target, a male model by the name of _________. A quote from him about how awful Yeldwich was and how he hoped he’d be brought to justice was planted in the news, in hopes that Yeldwich would see it and move _________ to the top of his list of targets. Then, ________’s mansion would be left vulnerable, with only a few guards positioned around the mansion, with a few windows intentionally left unattended in hopes of funneling Yaldwich into Kurapika’s range.

Only, it wouldn’t be. _______ would be moved to a secure location, and by time Yeldwich effortlessly slipped his way inside through one of the unguarded windows, Kurapika would be there waiting for him.

That night, the plan was put into motion. The handful of guards absentmindedly walked their patrol routes, knowing they were only to appear as though they were doing their job. Meanwhile, Kurapika liked in wait. From what he could gather about Yeldwich, he suspected he wouldn’t be able to resist humiliating the man who was just all over the news talking about how he hoped he would be brought to justice.

His dowsing chain which he held out in front of him began to swing, slowly at first and then in wide arcs. Yeldwich was here.

Kurapika was positioned in the cellar of the house. All of the major unguarded means of entrance were within 15 meters of where Kurapika stood, within reach of his En. He extended his aura outwards, in hopes that he would be able to catch Yaldwich’s movement and determine his location.

And he did. He could feel Yaldwich moving within the bubble of his aura. He waited until his target was directly beneath him, and then broke through the cellar floorboards to drop down on him from above.

“Ah, I suspected that this might be a trap,” Yaldwich said as Kurapike descended from above in a shower of splintered wood. “I suppose you’re a hunter, here to claim the bounty on my head?”

“That’s right,” Kurapika said.

“Do you know why my bounty is so high, when I’ve never so much as stolen a single cent or taken one life? Because I hit rich and famous where it really hurts: their vanity.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Kurapika said. He wanted to keep Yaldwich talking as long as possible, to allow him to plan his strategy and potentially gather information about his target.

“Did my file mention anything about my Nen ability? Do you ever wonder why none of my victims ever specify what it is I did to them, why they never appear in public again? Well, you’re about to find out.”

All of a sudden, a pair of objects appeared: a large, industrial-sized vat positioned a few feet behind Yaldwich that appeared to be filled with aura, and an outflow pipe attached to it, the end of which hovered a few feet away from Kurapika’s mouth.

Kurapika cursed himself for not using Gyo, but in his defense, there was no way Yaldwich should’ve been able to conjure and conceal and object of that size with In in such a short amount of time. Not unless he had some kind of powerful restriction.

“This is my ability, ‘Butterball Express.’ Unfortunately, you’re going up against a much more powerful version of it than any of my previous victims.”

Kurapika immediately dashed back, to put some distance between himself and the hovering tube. His suspicions were confirmed a moment later as the tube immediately began lunging towards him like a snake. This thing had a mind of its own, and it was determined to force its way into his mouth.

“You see, my ability gets stronger every time I use it, as long as nobody besides myself and my victims discover its effect. It’s a good thing none of them want to show my face after I’m done with them!”

“Nnng...” Kurapike narrowly dodged out of the way of the tube, striking it with one of his chains to knock it off balance.

“Once that tube enters your mouth, there’s no way to remove it until every last drop of my aura that’s stored in that tank is pumped into your body. It’s only a matter of time!”

Kurapika wasn’t having it. He couldn’t dodge the prehensile tube forever, and so his focus changed to attacking its owner. He dashed past the tube and towards Yaldwich, which turned out to be a mistake. As they were fighting in a narrow hallway, Yaldwich coated the entire path in front of Kurapika with his aura. Kurapika’s next step saw him stepping on the puddle of transmuted Nen, which turned out to be incredibly slippery. He ended up sliding several feet forward before landing flat on his face. The prehensile pipe seized upon this opportunity, and stuck itself inside of Kurapika’s mouth while he was vulnerable.

“Mmmmmff-ppphmhth!” came Kurapika’s muffled cries, but it was too late. There was nothing he could do now. As the pipe fastened itself over Kurapika’s mouth, it became clear exactly what it was: a feeding tube. He could now also tell that the aura inside of the vat had been transmuted exactly in the same way as the one he had slipped on.

“As you can see, my ________ ability is useful in a variety of situations. I transmuted my aura into a combination of the properties of heavy cream, lard and butter! It’s great for forming a slippery trap for my enemies...or fattening them up. That’s right! All of my previous victims have been made into massive piles of flab, just like you’re about to be!”

Yaldwich clapped five times in a very particular rhythm, which was apparently the final activation condition for his Butterball Express. The machine lurched to life with a mechanical clunk, and began pumping it’s aura contents into Kurapika’s mouth.

Although the substance that flowed into Kurapika’s mouth was made of pure aura, it had the incredibly rich and heavy texture and taste of the cream, butter and lard mixture that Yaldwich described. Kurapika could feel it sliding down his throat and into his stomach, which felt like it was already fairly full in a matter of seconds. Unfortunately, Yaldwich’s conjured vat of fat was just getting started. Kurapika could feel his stomach beginning to swell and stretch as the ceaseless deluge of fattening aura continued to flow.