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[duskon]

How the notion entered his mind was beyond Riku. Just one day he noticed that Kairi was too thin looking and it gnawed at him since. The gradual crossing of lines between her needing a good meal and forcing it upon her being exciting was different to say little of it. tiny schemes that went no where would often play about in his mind, tying her to a chair and forcing food down her throat until she couldn't take anymore; to hear her plead to stop and moan at being so stuffed.

The desire boiled so long it became a need and any qualms over how questionable it was fell wayside. So one of those schemes turned real getting Kairi to come along on her free will to a place secluded. Looking at him, it would been hard to take away all ill intent despite his muddled thoughts thinking otherwise. His silver hair was tied back and attire down to something unobtrusively simple.

Getting her to the room was a piece of cake. Using his greater strength and mass less so, but the results come getting her tied to a seat across from a table of hidden goods. Whereas she might think it some sort of twisted joke, Riku sees as it a necessary action.

She's all too thin after all.

"I'm doing this because I'm worried about you. You're too thin, not enough meat." He uttered nonchalant checking the ropes for good measure one last time.

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[keyflower]

She would have trusted Riku for anything, proving it by following him unquestioningly to the room he led her to. That was why it was so shocking when he grabbed hold of her and forced her into a chair, tying rope around her arms and legs so that she was immobilized. “Riku?” The shock was evident in her voice, in her eyes looking at him with confusion and a welling sense of apprehension. “What are you doing?” It had been a long time since she had seen darkness in him, yet today his eyes were like a stranger’s to her. She couldn’t understand what made him behave like this was something normal as he bent close to her to check the ropes. Her wrists twisted under them, chafing the skin a little. She couldn’t help but try to test the way she was restrained to the arms of the chair, wondering briefly if this was some kind of game, if he was playing a trick on her and expected her to be able to break free.

But the words he uttered didn’t seem like any kind of game. “Too thin?” Her bewilderment sounded in her voice, in the way she followed every motion with a beseeching gaze, as if she could see into his heart by looking close enough. “I don’t understand, Riku. I’m—I’m the same way I’ve always been.”

[duskon]

Whatever mantra was being poured over in his head, it was making the whole ordeal on the side of right for Riku. He was looking out for Kairi's best interest and perhaps some of his own as some semblance of knowing what was happening wasn't quite right. With her tied firm and his work checked, he stood up setting his hands to his waist displaying a look of concern and surprise.

"No, you're too thin. Practically bones." He mused doing no part in actually looking at her. It was as though his focus was dead set on the deed rather than why it needed to be done. Toward the table to moved breaking open a container to fill the room with a sweet scent of cookies. Deserts packed on weight faster was his thinking, the additional magic a side thought to make sure she enjoyed it and wanted more regardless of what her aching middle might tell her eventually.

"That's why I'm going to feed you plenty." There's a playful edge of his tone and for the first time since tying her up, an interest in his gaze above platonic. A cookie was snagged from the box with the rest setting close by, his hand shoving the offering with some force to her lips.

"Now eat. And eat."

[keyflower]

She tried to catch his gaze, but Riku didn’t seem as though he quite saw her. His focus was entirely on what he’d brought her here for, and Kairi couldn’t understand why he was suddenly concerned about her weight, why he seemed to think she was starving her way to skin and bones. She was eating like she always did—maybe a little less, maybe she wasn’t always paying quite as much attention to her well being as she should have—was that what he was concerned about? Though, she thought, he didn’t seem all that concerned, watching him go to the table and open up a container of something that smelled warm and sweet. He seemed as though he was toying with her, teasing her, like this was all some strange game.

“Hey!” Unhappily, Kairi pulled at the rope around her wrists again. “This isn’t funny, Riku!” The cookie he brought out of the container smelled heavenly though, a warm sweet vanilla scent like the most perfect dessert fresh out of the oven. It almost distracted her from the look in his eyes as he shoved the cookie against her lips. “Wait—“ Her mouth was open as she protested and it was easy to push the cookie in, her mouth filling with the sugary taste and chewy texture. Her eyes closed a little as she tasted it and a faint moan came from her throat. It was delicious, and she was soon chewing and swallowing without meaning to, wishing just a little bit for another one.

[duskon]

The typical passive attitude Riku carried about him was a in full swing, albeit crooked to the ends his mind was pushing upon him. Still it didn't dawn on him as wrong. Kairi was too thin looking, pitiful really, although there was still some form to her he noted in a quick looks he had taken. Her curves were faint things that certainly needed some backing and her stomach was nothing beyond washboard.

"I'm not being funny." Quite opposite, his gaze finally setting to hers cold beyond some sliver of fire behind them that went without name. The scent of cookies were hardly smelt, yet the gentle moan from the first bite was heard. So the magic was intact or she was really that hungry.

"How about more?" Another cookie replacing the last and another in some rapid secession. For the force used, he was oddly careful to leave her clean other than the odd crumb. "A lot more, until we plump you out of that pink dress." He added, almost unaware and smirking. Feeding her was exciting in no small part, the crossed lines of food and sex further mixing in his desire to stuff her.