[Co-written by GorgingGeorge]

[Ship: N/A]

[NSFW: maybe(Contains fetish material)]

Election month was coming up, always the most important part of any mayor's career. Especially for someone as devoted to the city as Solomon Fleck, despite being in a corn suit at all times he's serious about keeping the city safe for everyone. He was also the first autistic man to ever be elected, although it did make it tough for him to communicate with his staff aside from Carol Ye, his first deputy mayor.

Part of being mayor also meant being the one to officiate opening new businesses, whether it be restaurants or street food stands. As such he would be munching at whatever specialties they had. He was starting to fatten up from it all, despite trying to pace himself he would always find himself finishing entire dishes. His corn suit was beginning to strain as well, despite that he continued to wear it.

Carol noticed the strain of his suit, but, being a kind-spirited woman, she didn't have the heart to tell him straight up that he was getting a bit fat. "Uh, Mayor Fleck, your suit looks a bit tight on you."

"Oh? I didn't notice... Must have shrunk in the wash. If that's all you have to say then I'm going to get back to my work." He stated before turning back to the paperwork in front of him. "Maybe you should take a break from doing opening ceremonies, it seems to be affecting you."

"Affecting me how? Carol, I can't just stop. If I do what the citizens think? They'd think I'm a mayor who, besides having a great work ethic, doesn't care about the small businesses that are in the city I'm mayor in." Fleck stated, not even looking up from the papers in front of him. Carol blinked as she thought about it. "Well I guess a little weight isn't that bad, it's not like he's immobile or anything." She thought.

"Let's see now, the next order of business is to attend the opening of the new ice cream parlor. Small Carol would be happy to hear about this, she did want a free ice cream day after all." The mayor remarked.

"Free ice cream-oh that. She was playing pretend, remember? Did you ever have imaginary games back when you were a kid?"

Fleck cocked his head. "Well, there was one time my teacher told me to fly a kite, odd since he was scolding me for not paying attention in class." He recalled. "Ah, I should get to that opening now. Will you check if my schedule is open for a fitting for a new suit?"

As he exited, his belly was jiggling away as he waddled to the bus stop. "Oh hello mayor, looks like you had a feast today." A passerby remarked.

"A feast? I had a couple of tapas, some cheese-stuffed rice cakes, a souffle, some yakisoba with mayo, and a mango Lassi. Not really a full feast."

"Er... It's an expression."

The mayor looked at them confused as they walked off. "An expression? What did they mean by that?" He thought before getting on the bus.

Once the bus stopped at the new ice cream parlor, the mayor accidentally bumped into someone with his belly. "Hey- oh, sup Mayor Fleck." It was Percival Wheeler, the police chief. "Chief Wheeler, what are you doing on this bus? I find that odd since you usually ride a skateboard."

"Captain Bennett took my board during a conference and forgot to give it back. So I decided to take the bus to guard the new ice cream place during the opening ceremony. Guess you're going there too huh? "

"I am." Fleck said, helping the unstable cop off the bus. "Y'know something's off about you, not sure what but you seem like you ate a beach ball or something."

"A beach ball? How could I have eaten that? It's not even food."

"Chill bruh, it's an expression. Well, catch ya on the flip side." The chief stated before stumbling his way to where he needed to be. "... That's odd. Why do all these people use expressions when they could just say what they need to say?" The mayor thought.

Inside was a newcomer to the city, Joshua Darren. He worked at a creamery out in the countryside before moving to the city to open his own ice cream parlor, all he needed now was an opening from the mayor himself. "I do hope he likes all the flavors, I take pride in using only the freshest ingredients." He thought. "Ah, here he comes right now."

Fleck squeaked as his hips got caught in the doorway, Josh blushed as he watched the bloated man struggle. "Oh my, you're like a teddy bear."

"... You think I'm full of fluff and made of wool? Oh, was it another expression? You must forgive me, I'm new to this whole figure-of-speech thing."

Carol was just passing by, giving the mayor a push to get him through the door. "Ah, thank you, Carol. I'm not sure what I'd do without you."

"Does he already have a girlfriend? What a shame." Josh thought but brightened up when he brought out his ice cream. "I've got plenty of flavors to choose from, there's the usual chocolate, vanilla, and strawberry as well as some more experimental fare such as red wine, peanut butter and jelly, sweet corn, and red currant."

"Red wine?"

"If you're concerned about the alcohol, it was cooked out when the ice cream was cooking." Joshua stated as he put the flavors out into sample cups, keeping some in the freezer for the mayor to taste and rank once the ceremony was over.

Once the ceremony started, the mayor gave a speech about the opening before cutting a ribbon, Josh handed out free samples to the crowd, and everything was going well. Once it was over, Josh pulled him aside.

"Okay, Mayor Fleck, I decided to hold your taste test after the ceremony since I didn't want you to be biased on what the other people think." He said taking out the flavors from the freezer and placing them in front of him.

"Oh, okay, though I'm pretty sure I'm going to favor vanilla since it's a classic flavor and I enjoy it." Fleck stated before starting to taste the ice cream.

Each spoonful meant another couple of pounds on his waistline, and slowly but surely tears started to form in his corn suit. Joshua couldn't stop staring as soft fat began to ooze out from the seams, threatening to burst the outfit with just enough ice cream. "They're all so creamy, this is definitely the best ice cream I've ever had."

"Oh, I'm so glad you're enjoying yourself Mr. Mayor. And I think you're not the only one loving all the frozen desserts."

"I'm not? Did you have someone else taste test before me?"

Josh couldn't help but chuckle at how clueless the mayor looked. "What I mean is someone is beginning to say hello. Look down." He purred.

"Someone's going between my legs for a greeting? That's o-" But before Fleck could finish his sentence, he saw that his belly was blocking the view to his feet. "Um, all I can see is a bloated torso."

"Yeah. It's an expression. Basically, anthropomorphizing your belly as a person." Josh explained. "Ah, I see. Thank you. You're the only person who explained your expression to me." The mayor stated. "Have you never learned what an expression is?"

Fleck just looked at Josh, "No... I mean I did, but I can't tell sometimes... I'm not sure if you're aware, but I'm autistic, if that even matters." The mayor stated. "Oh, I see. Well, that doesn't change who you are."

"I mean, it doesn't, but... I mean it's just so confusing being around people..." Fleck stated. "Yeah I get it, people can be confusing."

He just looked at the ice cream man. After a long pause the two just stood in silence, Josh stated something. "Well I'm going to shoot my shot and ask, Are you and the woman who shoved you through the door dating?"

"What? Oh, I and Carol are just associates-"

"Ah nice, do you perhaps want to be my partner? If you're into men that is." Josh stated. "No, I'm not really into anyone." Fleck stated. "Oh..." The ice cream man stated, kinda disappointed that he couldn't get that electoral cock.

"But it was nice meeting you anyway, Mr. Darren. We could remain good friends and see each other from time to time." Fleck assured him. He reached over to give the younger man a hug, only to hear a loud rip coming from behind. "Ah! There goes my suit." He squeaked.

His ass was now on display for all to see, wobbling like a bowl of jelly now that it was freed from being constrained in the old corn costume. It continued to tear and strain with his thighs following soon after. "Ah! Well, I suppose more have come out to say hello if that's how the saying goes."

He was wheeled into a separate room away from all the hustle where he could be fitted for a new costume without it being the only thing on his mind. "Thank you, erm. I think I should cut back a little on snacks and treats like this." Fleck mumbled, he was still completely embarrassed to have shared a room with either."

"Heh, you did get quite plump today."

"I suppose I did." Fleck stated as he was measured for his new suit. "Though, think about how it felt. Ripping and feeling the fabric around you break?" Josh asked. "Uh... why do you need to know?"

"I can sense some buried emotions from you. How did you feel?" Joshua asked again.

"I'm not sure... it wasn't negative, but it also wasn't positive either." The mayor responded. "Maybe because you were in public, that's where the negative feeling is coming from."

"I guess." Fleck said. Once the new suit was created he hugged the younger man. "Oh? What's this for?"

"Well, I was going to give it to you earlier before the events that happened. You just are the first person, besides Carol, to try to understand me." He stated before letting go.

"Aw, it's nothing really. I just want to make sure all my clients have a good stay at my little business, after all, they deserve to be treated equally as well." Josh smiled. "How's the new corn suit? Does it fit?"

"Fits perfectly and is a lot stretchier than my old one, thank you very much. Oh! I'm going to be late for the big board meeting about the city's defense budget. Do you have any rides or something I can hitch on? Of course, I'd gladly pay any fee you ask for."

Josh simply shook his head as he led the mayor out back to an ice cream truck. "We've got plenty of these, a trio with colorful hair and outfits let me have them for free. I wonder what that was about." He wondered, but it had to wait for now. Taking the front seat, he quickly drove Fleck back to city hall. "Stop by my place anytime, especially if you want something cool and refreshing on a hot summer day."

"Oh thank you, and I'll be sure to keep that in mind. You have a good opening day now." Fleck smiled, waddling back into his office. "Figures of speech, I could try using one."

Then it was time for the board meeting. Since it was a big board meeting, there was press coverage, mainly because this was important because the citizen's taxes are in question. "Mayor Fleck, do you believe that taxes should be raised to pay for the resources the police use."

"Yes, not for the middle class." Fleck stated before pulling out a chart. "Mainly, my idea for getting the money would be raising the taxes of the billionaires of this city, specifically R.E Fendrich."

On the chart was a line chart of the amount of taxes Fendrich owed to the government compared to the amount of taxes he had paid. "As shown in this chart, Fendrich hasn't paid his taxes in over 10 years."

"Wait, how did you get the data for this chart?"

"Well, with the help of the census bureau, as well as the IRS's database, finding the information was as easy as pie."

The room falls into a slight silence, with a few murmurs from the back from the mayor of the city casually using figures of speech in a board meeting. This kind of worried him but he did his best not to show weakness.

"Ahem, anyways. We all know Fendrich isn't the most popular man in the city, in fact the elementary school students once made a piñata of his likeness. But I'm getting ahead of myself, with his funds he could feed an entire city block and still have enough left over to afford those new mini jets police chief Wheeler wants for his Sky Police subsection. We'll be working like cats, um. Or was it working like a dog?"

The rest of the court was curious as to how he learned those sayings.  Before he would often take their sarcasm literally until they explained that they were only kidding. "You... Umm, changed since that ice cream shop's grand opening." A member piped up. "As in you're able to differentiate sayings from being literal."

"Oh, that? The owner taught me about figures of speech. I would still much prefer if people were direct with me about topics, however, but I figured I could try figuring out my speech for a while and see how it goes. Did I do a good job?" Fleck responded. Although what happened next was not the response he was expecting.

"You mean you weren't doing it to be funny? You actually didn't understand sayings?"

"I did not, back when I was a child, Autism wasn't as looked into as it is today, so I just assumed I was odd, even after knowing that I had those symptoms." Fleck admitted. "However that has changed-"

"But why didn't you say anything about it?"

The mayor looked at the person who said that. "Pardon?" He asked. "Why didn't you say that instead making it seem like a bit that you weren't smart."

"Hmm... that is a good question. Perhaps because I have a fear that you'd baby me and see me unfit for the role of mayor... But, that's enough off-topic questions."

"Unfit for mayor? Your work here has shown us you're more than fit to run the city!" Another council member shot up. "During your time in office, you've not only helped create new jobs for the city but also expanded the education budget for schools."

"And you've gotten so many small businesses off the ground, just like today with the new parlor. Everyone's loving the owner's ice cream."

Fleck found himself blushing harder than ever before, he never experienced this much praise before. Never in his entire life had he seen so many people stick up for him. "You really think I'm doing a good job?"

"I've never seen anyone this dedicated to their work. Being autistic means you're focused on what you love most, which is keeping the city safe and everyone in it happy."

"O-oh my. This is terrific news, but there's still the topic at hand. As Mr. Fendrich has not paid any cent in taxes, it's imperative that he's the one who will fund the police and fire divisions." The mayor explained. "Now, who's with me?"

He was met with an army of cheers. "Alright, before anything destructive happens, I'm going to see if he'll be willing to do things civilly. I need to have a meeting with him. If things go south then I'll get the police involved."

And so a meeting was set up, the multibillionaire looked at the Mayor, annoyed that he had to be there. "What's the point of this meeting? I'll have you know I'm a very busy man."

"Well, Mr. Fendrich, you haven't paid your taxes, which is a serious federal offense-"

"Oh please, where's the evidence that I didn't pay my taxes, Huh?" The billionaire scoffed. "It was recorded by the IRS, and, seeing how you haven't paid your taxes in ten years, that would accumulate to roughly 500 million dollars, plus the actual money you owe from the taxes." The Mayor stated looking at the paper in front of him.

"What?! That's outrageous! I'm not paying that!"

"It's either that or go to jail, which is a sentence for doing it once is five years, you'd be in jail for 50 years, which basically is a life sentence for you."

The multibillionaire was furious, he obviously didn't want to spend the rest of his life behind bars but he also didn't want to give away a single penny, he hoards his earnings more than a dragon in a fairytale. "There has to be a mistake, there's no way I owe the city five hundred million!" He insisted. "Can't you do a recount and find any errors in the calculations?"

"I double-checked and looked over everything you've done. That's what you need to pay it off, if you had paid taxes like everyone you look down on you wouldn't be in this situation." Fleck explained. "I pay my taxes too, being mayor doesn't make me above the law. Just as your social status doesn't make you better than anyone or exempt from having to pay."

"Grrr, fine. I'll pay those stupid taxes, but it's your fault for making them so high!"

"I'm glad we could work this out, I expect to have your taxes filled in tomorrow. If you don't keep your word, it's off to jail for you. Your sentence would be longer if you're lying."

Fendrich just grumbled as he got out a check. "Yeah yeah, I ain't going to jail yet!"

Once the cheque was secured, the mayor went to the IRS office in the city. "So, is it official?" He asked. He got his response in the form of a nod. After the taxes were filed and paid for, the IRS made sure that the Police had more funding.

"Right, if everything is settled, I should get going."

As he got to city hall, Fleck noticed that the light was on in Carol's office. "Huh... That's odd. Carol isn't usually here this late." He stated to himself before he entered city hall.

Carol was sitting at her desk, on her laptop doing work. "Carol, is everything alright? Don't you usually leave around this time?"

Carol looked up and saw the mayor. "Oh, good evening Mayor Fleck, yes, everything is fine. I just had to respond to a few emails, I lost track of the time. How was the board meeting?"

"Guess time passed you by. Anyway, the meeting went relatively good since I came up with the solution to the defense budget without raising the taxes for the middle class-"

"Wait, what was that?" Carol asked, not sure if she heard him correctly. "Did you just use a figure of speech?" She added. "I did-" The mayor was then interrupted by a hug from the deputy mayor. "Wow, I'm proud of you!" She stated before realizing she was hugging the man. "Oh shoot, sorry Mayor I forgot to ask if it's okay to do that."

"No, it's fine. I kind of liked it, but in a completely platonic way, obviously." He said, smiling faintly, though it was noticeable.

"Heh, I think the weight makes you more huggable. Oh! I should probably pick up Maddie now that her class ended. If she was here right now she'd squeeze you as tight as her plushies." Carol exclaimed. "I'll tell her all about how you used sayings for the first time."

"There's always a first time for everything after all. I say it's time to celebrate, apple juice and ice cream sound good?"

"That sounds perfect to me."

Packing up his things, Fleck took another look at himself in the mirror, patting his soft belly. "I guess I do look like a plushie." He chuckled before heading out.