Callen x Nao - Stuck

CxN Movie

'Callen, get off.'

'The only reason I'm sitting through this dumb movie is because I get to cuddle you...' Callen mumbled into Nao's shoulder. He had wrapped his arms around his wide boyfriend from behind, curling around his soft, full belly.

'I can't get my wallet out, get off.'

'Why do you need your wallet?' Callen reached into his pocket and pulled out his own, unfurling a couple of notes. 'I have enough for both of us...'

'You always pay...' Nao sighed, feeling both spoiled but grateful. It wasn't as if he had a whole lot of money.

Callen waved the notes in front of Nao, then resumed cuddling him from behind. He squeezed his belly, pushing the flab in as far as he could.

'That hurts! Get off...' Nao tried to push him away, but Callen grabbed his fat arms and shook them.

'Look how much you jiggle... Your arms are so fat; how do you lift these?'

'Get OFF, Callen, it's our turn to pay.' Nao aimed a punch at him, but he ducked and slid forward to order their tickets.

Nao sighed, waddling over to the concession stand to wait for him.

'I cannot believe I'm about to sit through this crap...' Callen joined him a few minutes later, handing over a ticket. 'I thought I'd need a gun to my head before I voluntarily went to see a sci-fi movie...'

'Who's holding a gun to your head?' Nao whacked his arm.

'A cute fatty pressed his belly into me earlier and batted those long eyelashes - that actually tops the gun.'

'I did NOT. The train jerked, and I stumbled while I was asking. It just caught me off-guard.' Nao quickly defended himself.

'That's not how I remember it...'

'Are we buying snacks or what? Movie's starting soon...'

Callen kissed his forehead, then walked over to the counter to order.

'Hey,' he threw his head back. 'What size popcorn?'

'Medium.'

'Extra large please.' Callen ordered.

'Then why do you ask...?' Nao growled. He nudged his boyfriend's shoulder. 'Get malteasers.'

'You want gummies too?' Callen tossed him the chocolates. Nao shook his head.

'I'm sick of that kind of thing.'

Callen made up for it by buying two more bags of malteasers, as well as a tray of nachos.

'I hate you...' Nao mumbled, as they carried the feast into the theatre. 'You know I've gained ten pounds in the last month because of you?'

'I'm so happy...' Callen balanced his drink and snacks in one hand so he could snake the other one around Nao's waist. 'Hm? Why'd you stop?'

Nao was studying the seats, frowning. 'Shit. I forgot how small they were...'

'Small? You mean, human-sized?' Callen looked amused. 'Maybe I should have checked beforehand if they accommodated 70-inch asses...'

'My ass is not 70-inches!'

'Like I'm 97% sure it is.'

'Fuck... Off...' Nao brushed forward, squeezing into a seat near the edge, a few rows from the front.

'Do you fit?' Callen noticed his sides were pressed right up against the arm rest, leaving zero space. Below the armrests, his rear spilled slightly into the seats on either side.

'This is uncomfortable...' Nao sighed. 'But I really want to see this movie...'

'Can we move the armrests?' Callen sat down, attempting to jerk it up. 'Guess not... Are you sure you can sit like this for two hours?'

'Yes.'

Callen sat back, his arm resting on the back of Nao's seat. He grinned as Nao's butt pushed rather aggressively into him from the side.

'Wake me when it's over...'

Nao glanced at him. 'Idiot, you paid to see it.'

'I paid to watch you eat so many snacks you get stuck in that chair.'

Nao pushed a piece of popcorn into his boyfriend's mouth to shut him up and sat back, waiting for the movie to begin.

---

'Callen...!' Nao hissed, sounding panicky. 'Callen, I think I - I'm stuck...!'

'What?' Callen stifled a laugh, standing up to lean against the seat in front of them.

'I - I don't think I can get out!' Nao tried to push himself forward, but the armrests of the chair dug into his sides tightly, holding him in place. 'Oh, fuck...'

Callen's eyes glinted with amusement. 'Oh my... I knew you were fat, but this fat?' He leaned down to whisper.

'Shut up, you tool, and help me up!'

'Yeah, only if you admit you're a fat little piggy. Come on, say it, tubby.'

'Can you please die?'

'How much food did you get through?   When you finished the first round, I went out to buy more... You eat so much, Nao. You've stuffed yourself so much that you've become so fat you're a little bit helpless. How cute~'

Nao struggled furiously, but could not seem to unwedge his enormous behind from the seat. He shut his eyes tightly, mortified.

'You want help, all you have to do is say it~' Callen teased.

'Callen, I really can't get out! Please, help me...!' Nao pleaded, sounding scared.

'What's the problem? Hips? Butt?' Callen asked, peering down.

'Everything, I think it's everything! But I think I made it worse by moving so much...!'

'Want me to go get a member of staff?'

'NO!' Nao hissed. 'You have to help me, this is your fault!'

Callen laughed out loud. 'My fault? Excuse me, YOU are the one who can't seem to go ten seconds without eating.'

'You're the one who buys all that food! Callen... I - I'm scared, please help me...'

Nao looked uncharacteristically shy, and Callen felt pity. After all, Nao had a cute face and when he made that kind of expression it was hard to resist.

'Okay, okay. Give me your hands.' Callen grasped his boyfriend's plump palms, fists feeling like little balls of dough, and began to pull gently. 'Working?'

'I - I think so, keep pulling!'

Within seconds, Callen had released Nao from his prison, and the shorter, fatter boy stumbled forward, rubbing his rear.

'Okay?' Callen asked gently. Nao nodded, burying his face in Callen's chest. 'Ssh, are you crying? Don't cry, it's okay...'

'I'm not crying...' Nao mumbled, brushing a stray tear away. 'You're such a tool - if you were decent you would have just helped me right away!' He sighed into Callen's jacket.

Callen laughed softly, stroking his hair while Nao calmed himself down.
He brought his arms up to hug him tightly, pressing into his soft shoulders.

'Let's go, little piggy. You're okay now...'

---

'Can you fit into the booth?'

'YES, CALLEN, I CAN FIT INTO THE BOOTH!' Nao's sudden yell provoked a couple of curious glances from several onlookers. Blushing, he hissed, 'Just shut up about it, all right?'

'I will never let it go. Ever,' Callen grinned, sliding into the seat across from him. He looked over at the doorframe. 'It's only so wide, y'know. Careful you're still able to squeeze out again after eating.'

'Callen, if you ask me one more time if I can fit into something-'

'Yeah, yeah - you'll jiggle angrily at me. Hey, this looks good...' He picked up a menu.

Nao studied his own menu, still flushed.

'I think I should warn the management that they're about to be eaten out of business. And that there's a chance a cute little piggy might be taking up permanent residence in this booth soon.'

'Why are you not dead yet?' Nao sighed loudly, flicking to the next page. He stabbed at one of the images. 'This one?'

'Sure.'

'It's not too expensive?'

'Do I look poor to you?' Callen tugged at the collar of his leather jacket.

'Not everyone's got filthy rich parents, pretty boy...' Nao growled.

'Hey, I earn my own money!'

'And you wouldn't have that job if it weren't for your parents...' Nao tapped his arm, pushing a couple of notes forward. 'I can pay for myself...'

Callen rubbed his boyfriend's plush arm, pushing the notes back. 'I pay for you. That's how this works.' He smiled. Nao hesitated and drew back. Whether he likes to admit it or not, Callen was pretty good-looking.

'Which one was it, fatty?'

'You're ordering for me?' Nao looked hopeful.

'You're such a little pussy. I think the waiter can see you're already a little fatass. There's no hiding that.'

'Shut up and order for me...' Nao mumbled, pulling his hood up and zipping his hoodie up to his mouth.

Callen called a waiter over and greeted him with a smile, ordering for both of them.

'You know, normal humans would be full after that feast you devoured during the movie.'

'Shut up...' Nao reached into his pocket, pulling out his movie brochure. 'What did you think? The special effects were way better than the last one, but the writers have no idea what they're doing...'

'Oh?'

'Yeah, instead of answering plot holes, they just keep digging themselves deeper. They shouldn't have strayed from the books so much; they won't be able to recover from this,' Nao waved the leaflet in front of his face. 'You think this actor is hot?'

'Not really...' Callen rested his head in the palm of his hand.

'When they cast him, the franchise started attracting loads more fans who wouldn't ordinarily have cared.'

'You think he's hot?'

Nao shrugged. 'He's okay, I guess. But I feel like that's when they started messing up. By trying to appeal to a wider audience, they're losing their true fans.'

'You not going to keep following it then?'

'I have to follow it!' Nao said indignantly. 'I've been reading this series since I was a kid! I have to stick around until the end!'

Callen smiled, reaching over to stroke his hand. 'You're so cute when you get all passionate.'

'I'm not cute.'

'You really don't think so?' When Nao shook his head, Callen rolled his eyes. 'I wonder if being fat interferes with vision... Hey, Nao. You know there are different categories of obesity? Which one are you?'

'Can you literally not go ten seconds without talking about my weight?'

'Can you literally not go ten seconds without eating?'

Nao glared at him. 'I - I don't know. The second one.'

'Morbidly obese?'

'Whatever...' Nao looked down, embarrassed.

'If you tell me how much you weigh, I'll tell you what category.'

'Hell will freeze over before I tell you how much I weigh.'

'I know you're somewhere around 450 pounds. Since you're so tiny, but so wide. Five foot nothing, right?'

'Five foot two!'

'Like that makes a difference, tubby. Extremely short and extremely fat. Oh, and extremely cute. Is that why you're always angry?'

'I'm only angry when I'm around you, asshole.'

'Well, I know that's a lie. You get angry at your teachers all the time.'

'That's 'cause they're full of bullshit!' Nao said, riling up. 'They take marks off for the dumbest reasons-'

'Tell me again how your gym teacher advised you to lose weight. Tell me again how you shouted at him enough to get detention.'

'He needs to mind his own fucking business! And he was provoking me on purpose! I've seen him laughing at me with the other students - he's young, so he's trying to fit in. He comes up with some bullshit about how I'm not running as fast as I should be, and makes me run extra laps while they all watch!'

'Oh how I wish I was in your gym class...'

'That kind of thing shouldn't be allowed to happen!' Nao bristled.

Their food arrived, and Nao managed to force a smile, before immediately digging into his burger.

'And you're suddenly at peace now that food is in front of you.'

'Shut up, Callen.'

'Do you ever feel full? Just out of curiosity?'

'Nope.' Nao scoffed a handful of French fries.

'Amazing... You're really okay with just getting fatter and fatter?'

'Of course I'm not okay with it,' Nao swallowed. 'But I don't have a choice, do I? I hate sport and my favorite thing to do is eat. So yeah, I'm probably just going to bloat up into some immobile mountain...'

Callen gazed at him fondly. 'I'll take care of you. When you're a mountain.' He said softly.

Nao looked touched.

---

'Can you PLEASE die? PLEASE?'

'We're practicing for when you're a mountain.'

'Drop dead? I'm waiting for you to drop dead?'

'You need to get used to not being able to move. And you should be nicer to me if I'm going to wait on you. Now say, I'm a fat piggy.'

Nao groaned loudly, struggling to free his hands from the cuff Callen had used to tie them around his back.

'Take it off, asshole!' He growled.

Callen shook his head. 'I'll take it off if you can lift your fat ass off the floor without using your hands.'

'You know I can't! Take it off, Callen!'

'No, this is the consequences of being so fat. Now, let's see...' He grabbed a thick, soft pillow and proceeded to shove it up Nao's shirt. 'Let's get you used to the bulk.'

'Callen, if you rip this shirt, I swear...!'

'Yeah, I guess it's already stretched to its limits over that gut...' He pulled an enormous, tent like t-shirt from under his bed, and attempted to force it over Nao's head.

'... Do I even want to know why you have this.'

'Get used to the size, you'll be wearing it in the future.'

Nao looked down at the oversized shirt flapping loosely on him. He felt a little nervous, knowing there was quite a big chance Callen was right. 'I'm really gonna be this big?' He asked quietly.

Callen nodded. 'Makes you feel a little helpless, huh...?'

'... I don't want to be this big...'

'Oh? Not even if it means you can eat as much as you want?'

'It's not worth that. I don't want to be immobile...' Nao said softly. 'Even if I love food so much...'

Callen kissed his forehead.

'I won't let you get immobile for real, baby. I'll let you get massive for sure. Massive enough to get stuck in doorways, with a belly so huge that hangs so low it forces your huge thighs apart, forcing you to walk with an exaggerated waddle... Massive enough to be powerless when I want to have my way with you!' He grinned. 'But you won't be completely immobile. I won't let that happen.'

'I guess I'm gonna get bigger, whether I like it or not,' Nao sighed. 'Can you take this dumb thing off and help me up?'

'Absolutely not, the fun's just begun.'

'Callen, what are you-' He stared as Callen began stuffing pillows up his shirt, suddenly feeling very wide and bulky. 'Callen!'

'My, you are big. What do you think?'

'I think you have a problem,' Nao smirked. 'Why are you doing this?'

'Well, if I leave I don't think you can stand up by yourself, am I right?' Callen said, standing up.

'Don't you dare leave! Callen!' Nao cried, panicked. Callen laughed, closing the door behind him.

'I am so done with you! Callen! CALLEN!' Nao huffed angrily, leaning against the pillow that had been stuffed down his back. A few minutes later he heard footsteps, and Callen came back with a box of donuts.

'Miss me, piggy?'

'Go. Fuck. Yourself.' Nao said dangerously.

Callen kneeled down, opening the box and shoving a donut into Nao's mouth. 'Eat, piggy, eat.'

Angry as he was, Nao was utterly powerless to resist the fluffy sweetness of the donut, and chewed eagerly.

'You glutton, you glutton! You can't say no! I love you so much, piggy Nao!' Callen kissed his cheek, excitedly holding up the next donut.

'I hate you,' Nao hissed between bites. 'I wish you were a donut, so I could just eat you and be done with it.'

Callen leaned in against the cushion padding Nao's already soft belly.

'Imagine being this big one day. You're going to be so soft and massive...' He breathed softly.

'You will take care of me, right? When I'm this big? You have to promise.' Nao sounded desperate.

'I promise, I promise on my life.' Callen kissed him gently. Nao pressed his forehead against Callen's.

'Take this stupid thing off so I can kiss you properly.'

'Nope.' Callen held up another doughnut.

'No?!'

'You're stuck until I say otherwise, piggy Nao. It's your own fault for being so fat,' He grinned. 'I've just ordered take-out. You're stuck here for the next few hours.'