Capture, Cookies, And Caring

It was a usual day in Vector's fortress. That meant laziness, and a lot of it. Nothing much was going on, so Corinne was in her room, and Vector was watching TV in the living room. There was really nothing good on, either, which made it extra boring. But suddenly, things got very exciting.
The lights suddenly went out in the living room, along with the TV. Everything descended into silence, save for the sound of footsteps somewhere in the room.
"Who's there?" Vector called into the darkness.
No answer.
"I said who's there?" Vector repeated. "Show yourself!"
This time, nothing was said in reply, but the sound of a gas being dispersed from a small gun could be heard, and shortly thereafter a strange smell. Vector felt the room spinning, and soon collapsed onto the couch.

The next thing he knew, he was in a metal chair in a gray room, looking straight at a very familiar black jacket.
"Gru!" he said, looking up into the face of his nemesis. "I knew it!"
Gru only responded with a sinister grin, immediately making Vector uneasy.
"What's going on?" he said, hoping to get an actual answer from Gru this time. No dice.
Gru leaned forward and stared at Vector with the same menacing grin, then grabbed his wrists forcefully.
"Gru... Wh-what are you doing?" Vector whimpered, his eyes growing wide as the bald villain fastened metal cuffs over his hands, ensuring he stayed in his chair.
"Oh, me?" Gru said, grinning. "I just wanted to... reward you for being such a wonderful adversary..." He chuckled evilly.
No sooner had he said that than two minions appeared, each carrying a plate of cookies. Gru took one and held it up, grinning.
"Ooh..." Vector said. "Can I have one?"
"Of course..." Gru said. "They're all for you... Every last one..." He smirked and shoved the cookie in Vector's mouth.
"Mmph!" Vector responded, surprised. He swallowed. "Mmm, hit me again!"
"Oh, there will be plenty more where that came from..." Gru said. He motioned to the group of minions that had gathered around him, all holding plates piled high with cookies.
"Mmm, this is like the royal treatment!" Vector said. "But... I'm still confused as to why exactly I'm bolted down to this chair... Explain yourself, Gru!"
"You must not be too sharp, there..." Gru said. "You may be enjoying yourself now, but you won't be once I stuff you so full of your own favorite dessert that you won't ever be able to fight me again!"
"Pff, nonsense," Vector said. "I've had plenty of big batches of cookies in my lifetime, and look at me."
"Yeah, look at you..." Gru said. He bent down and poked Vector's already evident belly. "You're giving me an unfair head start!" He laughed.
"Hey!" Vector exclaimed, blushing from embarrassment.
"Aww, is someone a little ashamed of themselves?" Gru said, smirking. "Well, suck it up. You're gonna be a lot bigger than this when I'm done with you."
Vector gulped and glanced down at his midsection before Gru's hand took hold of his chin, lifted it, and shoved another cookie in his mouth. Vector could do nothing but sit there, bolted to the chair, as Gru followed that cookie with another, and another, and another.

It took some time before Vector began to feel full, since, admittedly, he did have a somewhat larger appetite for sweets due to many a time of overindulgence. But his obvious fullness only prompted Gru to shove more and more cookies down his throat. Not long afterwards, he felt his clothes begin to tighten a bit, especially around his middle, and his stomach gurgled, conjuring up a somewhat unpleasant feeling. He let out a low, muffled moan through his mouthful of cookies.
"Stop whining," Gru said. "There's a lot more to go."
He continued stuffing Vector with cookies, grinning as he did so. Pretty soon, Vector's jacket began to ride up, exposing a small section of his growing stomach. He blushed, realizing he was powerless to pull it back down.
"Clothes not fitting already?" Gru said. "Hm, you must have been starting to outgrow them before I captured you!" He smirked.
"Stop with the jokes already!" Vector protested.
"Umm... No," Gru said, and shoved another cookie in his mouth.
Vector gulped it down and was immediately met with two more at once. He hiccupped through the mouthful and forced himself to swallow. All that came of his efforts, though, was more cookies being stuffed in his mouth. He was beginning to feel his hips spread further outward on the chair, and his arms, legs, and face began to look rounder and thicker.
"Come on, Gru!" he said once he found a moment when he didn't have at least one cookie in his mouth. "Lemme go!" He tried to pull one of his wrists free from its metal cuff, but to no avail.
"Oh, but you're not nearly big enough yet..." Gru said. "I'm not stopping until you're huge!"
"B-but... Vector stammered. "But I'm full already..."
"Don't care," Gru said. "You can still fight me at the size you are now. Plus, I'm enjoying your protesting..."

******

To Vector, it seemed like the stuffing was lasting forever, though Gru looked to be enjoying himself very much and didn't notice how much time had passed since Vector's capture. By now, Vector had grown quite large. His hips nearly took up the entire chair, which was in fact quite wide, and his stomach was barely covered at all now by the white t-shirt he had on under his jacket. The jacket itself had been forced open long ago by his huge stomach. As if that wasn't enough, his t-shirt was further stressed by his... larger than average chest.
"Mmf, Gru... Let me go already..." he complained. "Please..."
"I still think you could use a little bit more..." Gru said.
He placed a finger under Vector's pudgy double chin and lifted his head up once more to stuff several cookies in his mouth.
"Unngh..." Vector groaned through the mouthful. His stomach was really aching now.

He didn't have to deal with the forcefeeding much longer, though. Soon his pants reached their limit of stretchiness and the seams popped down the sides, along with the seams on the most stressed parts of his poor, overworked shirt. He was startled at first, but then he realized that this was his chance to get away.
"Uhh, hey Gru..." he said, with somewhat of a smirk.
"Hm?" Gru turned to look at him and was immediately confused as to why he was smiling.
"Look," he continued. "You an me both know that you don't want to see any more of me than you already have... if you know what I mean. So... I suggest you let me go now before you have to see anything you'll regret." He hiccupped, making his stomach jump and the seams on his shirt split just a smidge more.
"Oh!" Gru said, shutting his eyes and grabbing a remote from his pocket. He pressed a button and the metal cuffs that were now uncomfortably tight on Vector's pudgy wrists finally released.
Thankful to be free at last, Vector attempted to get up out of his chair. He quickly realized that it was a lot more difficult to lift himself than he had anticipated. With quite a bit of effort, he managed to drag himself to a standing position, feeling his added girth weigh down heavily on him as he did so.
"Ugh, you're lucky I don't have my squid launcher with me..." he said to Gru. "You would SO be getting a faceful of squid for this... And I'm gonna make sure you do next time I see you..." He waddled towards the nearest exit, jiggling and wobbling as he did so.
"Somehow, I doubt that," Gru said, grinning. "Bye!" He waved mock-sweetly and watched Vector squeeze himself through the doorway.

"Ugh... I'm surprised I even made it through that door..." Vector said to himself once he was outside and standing on the side of the street. He placed a hand on his rear, which may just as well have had "WIDE LOAD" printed across it. "Now how do I get home..?"
He contemplated the question for a while, finally pulling out his cell phone and calling a taxi. He could have walked given most other circumstances, but since he was already tired just from standing there, that wasn't an option.
The cab arrived shortly, and Vector climbed in, barely squeezing through the doorway and making the taxi's back end lower slightly. He gave directions to his fortress while trying to get his weight comfortable despite being stuck between the back of the front seat and the back of his own seat. They arrived at their destination, and Vector paid the driver and squeezed back out the car door. He waddled up to his door and entered the passcode to open it, then slowly made his way to his living room, hoping to lay down on the couch and watch TV. But he suddenly realized he had forgotten about one thing.
"Veccy, what... what happened to you?" Corinne was all over him in an instant, poking, prodding, and otherwise examining him and his new, larger size.
"Umm..." Vector said, blushing. "G-gru captured me and force-fed me cookies as a revenge scheme..." He tried to pull his shirt down over his stomach, but failed miserably. "I... I know you'll want me to fix this fast... So... I'll get right to work losing all this flab..."
"Why?" Corinne questioned. "I didn't say anything like that, dear..." She placed a hand on his stomach and rubbed it gently.
"H-huh?" Vector said, confused. "Wh-what do you mean? You actually like me like this?"
"It's an odd preference of mine..." she said, blushing. "I can't help it... I just think it's adorable..." She took his hand and gave him a peck on the cheek.
"B-but I can barely walk anywhere... And... How will I fight Gru?"
"Oh, let Gru be..." she said. "He's not worth it... And as for everything else... Well, I can always wait on you... I mean, I know we're engaged, baby, but I can still be your maid..." She kissed him again, this time on the lips.
"Well, maybe..." Vector said, blushing redder.
"Maybe isn't an answer... Yes or no, dearest?" she said. She wrapped her arms around him as far as she could and squeezed as much of his stomach as she could grasp. "Mnn, please say yes..."
"Okay..." Vector said. "Ahn... Mmn... B-but only because that feels really good..." He closed his eyes tightly and blushed bright red.
"Don't worry, my baby boy... I'll make sure you have everything you need and more..." she whispered in his ear. "Come on, let's sit down. You look exhausted..." She led him over to the couch, where they both sat down.
"Uhh..." Vector groaned, putting a hand on his stomach. "The aching is back..."
"Let me help you with that... Corinne said. She snuggled up to him and began rubbing his stomach gently. Before long he was smiling and leaning back with his eyes closed. She kissed him on the forehead, patted his stomach, and whispered, "Love you babe..."
And for the first time since his stuffing, Vector thought that maybe... this wouldn't be so bad.