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A commission I recently finished. Features muscle growth and weight gain themes. Using Stiles and Derek from Teen Wolf.

College had been going well for Stiles. Sure his first year at school was hectic between getting settled in his dorm room, navigating between classes, studying for tests, and exams. As well as balancing a job on top of all this school work. But he managed to do alright. Though Stiles did gain some extra weight during his freshman year. But it wasn't like he couldn't work it off and get back in shape right?

He was glad it was summer break now so he can try to work off the added weight he gained. Stiles was also looking forward to relaxing and not having to worry about any course work or tests like he was having to do when at school.

Getting home he first saw his dad and Scott, his two favorite people waiting for him at home. He's thankful neither of them commented on his weight gain. Though he did facetime them a lot so it wasn't like it was a huge secret between them that Stiles was gaining weight. But he thought nothing of it really until later on when he came by Deaton's vet clinic to meet Scott to go to dinner.

That being when Stiles ran into Derek.

Derek still looked good, muscular, handsome, especially in the outfit he was currently wearing. Short muscle t-shirt that hugged his ridiculous muscular torso quite well. Stiles couldn't help but stare a moment before collecting himself to look at Derek's face. Only to notice that Derek had been looking at him too.

Stiles felt a flutter, wondering if Derek had been checking him out. Only for Derek to smirk and comment about Stiles' weight.

“Couldn't stop stuffing your face with curly fries while away at school?” He teases.

Just like that the fluttering feeling Stiles had was gone. Instead he felt himself get hurt as well as a little angry over Derek's comment.

“What?” He asked.

Because surely he must be mistaken and Derek wasn't making fun of him. Right?

“I'm talking about this.” Derek says, moving forward and poking Stiles’ belly.

“Guess you can't use your 148 pound soaking wet excuse anymore huh?” Derek laughs.

Stiles bristles at that. He's taken aback because he didn't think Derek to be such a prick like this.

“I gained a little weight. So fucking what?” Stiles snaps.

“A little?” Derek snorts.

“I know there's that whole freshman fifteen they say for freshmen, but you look like it was freshman thirty for you.” Derek adds and laughs.

Stiles bristles at the way Derek's taunting him. Clenching his fists at his sides. His mind in a whirlwind of thoughts on how he could belittle Derek. But he keeps silent instead, feeling exhausted in a sense so he doesn't even bother.

It looked like Derek wanted to say even more than that, but Scott is coming out into the lobby. He can immediately tell the tension in the room but before Scott can say anything Stiles speaks up.

“I'll catch you later Scott,” Stiles began while looking pointedly at Derek.

“I don't feel like going out tonight after all.” He says.

He gives Derek a dirty look, and the older man has the audacity to look confused as to why Stiles would give him a look before Stiles is turning around and storming out of the vet office. He catches the sound of Scott smacking Derek's arm and his best friend asking the other werewolf what he does to him.

Which Stiles is grateful for Scott for, and it did make him feel better knowing his best friend had his back. He gets in his jeep and heads back home to his dad's house. He decides to spend his night on making a plan on how to lose the weight he gained at college. He's reading a few sites on google about meal plans, workout routines, etc. When he notices a book on his shelf.

He gets up from his desk and walks over to the shelf. Grabbing the dark green book and remembering its an old spell book he got in his junior year. Stiles had studied it in an attempt to teach himself magic. Only to become sidetracked and when they stopped facing down supernatural creatures and werewolf hunters Stiles felt the need to not pick up the book to learn any further.

Though now that he remembers about this he thinks he could try to find a spell or something that could help him lose the extra weight he has gained. Flipping through the pages of the book he doesn't find a spell that would be of use to his endeavor, but he does find an ingredient list for a potion.

Stiles researched the potion through the book's pages. From what he could understand the potion will swap traits you want with someone of your choosing. You and the person would just need to drink the potion within a few minutes of each other for the effects to work.

Since Derek wanted to be an ass and make fun of Stiles' weight gain. The human thought Derek would be perfect to test this potion with. Besides Derek was a werewolf so the extra pounds would no doubt immediately melt away back into hard muscle. Since when Scott got bit years ago he had gained muscles not long after he turned.

Hell, Derek might even gain some extra muscle from this so Stiles is basically doing the werewolf a favor here by doing this. The components for the spell weren't too tedious to acquire. The only thing Stiles needed was a few plants that grew out of state. Luckily he found them online and purchased them relatively cheap. While he waited he spent time with Scott and his dad.

Scott had tried to bring up the Derek thing but Stiles didn't want to hear any of it. Telling his friend to please drop it. Thankfully Scott did and didn't mention Derek since. While Derek had tried calling and texting Stiles to which the human just immediately deleted and ignored the calls and voicemails.

Stiles didn't want to hear any bullshit apologies. He doesn't get why Derek's teasing hurt so much but it just did. He didn't want to see Derek not until the potion was ready. In the meantime Stiles treated himself to junk food. Since the potion would swap his weight over to Derek. Stiles didn't need to bother about the meal plans he had for himself to help lose weight.

When the plants he needed came Stiles sat to work preparing the potion. Crushing the flowers and petals together as well as mixing some other components in. He closed his eyes and focused on the brew. Pushing his intentions and wants into the bubbling concoction. He feels a breeze around him, the lights in the kitchen flicker a moment. He opens his eyes and the small pot he mixed the potion in has stopped bubbling. The murky liquid has turned into a somewhat shimmering green.

“Whoa.” He murmurs to himself.

Stiles had his doubts this would work, but he is happy to see that it did. He carefully collects the potion into vials and puts the others away. He only needed a little to do what he needed done. Just as he was finishing up he heard a knock on the door. Answering it Stiles forces a glare when he sees it's Derek. Even though he's happy that the older man has shown up.

“Yes?” He asks coldly. Keeping up a facade that he was still pissed at Derek.

“Look Stiles, I just wanted to apologize for how I treated you the other night.” Derek starts. He rubs the back of his neck looking a little uncomfortable.

Stiles rolls his eyes and turns away. Leaving the door open as a gesture for Derek to follow him.

‘That's it big guy, take the bait.’ Stiles thought as Derek did follow him inside.

He goes into the kitchen and grabs two glasses as he listens to Derek talk. Filling them with water, he turns and gives Derek a look to make sure Derek isn't looking so he can drop a few droplets of potion into the water. He watches as the droplets immediately blend into the water. He focuses back on Derek, still not saying a word.

He walks over to Derek and hands him a glass, at first Derek looks like he doesn't want it but after Stiles gives him a pointed look he takes it.

“Can you say something?” Derek asks.

“Say what? I forgive you?” Stiles snarks.

“No, just something.” Derek sighs.

“Look, I thought that was our thing Stiles. Teasing and taunting each other. Before you left.” Derek pauses, his face slipping into an expression Stiles couldn't quite decipher.

Stiles drinks from his glass, feeling a slight bitter taste from the potion as he swallows it down. Derek still seems to look for the right words to say.

“I was, I am, happy to see you.” He finally says.

The human is taken aback a little, he didn't think Derek would say that to him, ever. Sure before Stiles left they hung out more, but Stiles always assumed Derek and he were just acquaintances if anything. Despite Stiles having a crush on Derek that took him a while to admit to himself.

Hearing as Derek goes on to explain he just thought Stiles would make teasing jabs back at him like before. But he didn't mean those words he said to Stiles and even admits he likes guys with some extra weight on him.

Stiles would think he's joking if Derek's cheeks weren't a little flushed from him admitting that.

‘He's for real about this?’ Stiles thinks. He tries to think what to do now.

While he ponders this and is distracted Derek goes to take a sip of water. Stiles realized a little too late as Derek had the glass up to his mouth.

‘Shit, abort mission,’ Stiles thought but Derek was already taking a sip of the water.

He winces as Derek makes a disgruntled face over the taste of the water. It's Stiles' turn now to look sheepish as he grabs the glass from Derek and sets it and his on the table.

“So I have something to admit.” Stiles starts with. Only for him to feel a strangeness wash over him. Derek must feel it too because he reacts in a similar manner as Stiles looking at the human with a baffled look.

“Stiles what did you do?” Derek asks.

Derek then grunts, a confused look on his face when he moves and pulls his shirt up. His impressive well defined aba, that no doubt would take a normal person years to get at the gym, immediately rippled. It was freakishly weird to see but also fascinating at the same time as it moved before the two men's eyes. Derek and Stiles watching as Derek's stomach starts to bulge outwards a little. With his abs softening outwards as it begins to form into a flabby belly.

While Derek is dealing with the weight gain, Stiles moves to pull his shirt up to expose his belly. With his belly showing they can see how his pudgy gut that was hanging over the waistline of his pants has started to deflate. Stiles’ belly pulls backwards inside him as it begins to shrink while Derek's has grown in size.

“Stiles what did you do?!” Derek repeats himself, voice frantic.

“Look I'm sorry!” Stiles says, panicked.

“But I may have spiked your water with a potion that would give you the fat off my body.” Stiles says quickly.

It looked like Derek was going to demand to know more by what Stiles admitted only the werewolf's hands jerk up to his face. Derek's eyes are wide as he touches his face. Stiles watches in awe seeing how Derek's face starts to jiggle before sagging lower. His cheeks get rounder and his neck becomes somewhat obscured under the double chin he seems to be gaining.

Derek looks astonished, opening and closing his mouth as if he isn't sure what to say. Although Stiles can't help but feel strangely aroused by what he is seeing. Since it didn't seem like Derek was going to be gaining the extra weight Stiles thought he would. It was like Derek was gaining that much and more.

Opposite of Derek's gain in weight, Stiles flab continues to melt from his body. Stiles already looked like he did before college. Only with a faint outline of abs and his muscles seemingly a little more toned up. He couldn't help but feel his biceps. Noticing that they looked bigger, with them growing as he started to flex them. Stiles looked with an awestruck expression when seeing both biceps growing to the point they filled out his shirtsleeves. Making the sleeves fit snug around the bulging biceps the young man has now.

Stiles shifts his attention from his biceps to see Derek staring at him with an unreadable expression. The look makes Stiles squirm a little and he shifts on his feet. Holding his hands up in the surround and begins to talk.

“Look, please don't be mad. I know I was petty and how fucked up it was of me to do this potion thing on you to do this.” He pauses to take a deep breath.

“I don't know why your teasing got to me like that, and you're right that used to be our thing before I left.” He rambles on.

“But I swear Derek the potion was only supposed to give you the little fat I gained but it wasn't supposed to do this.” He says, gesturing between them.

“I figured it would be okay since you know you're a werewolf and that little weight would just melt into nothing or even turn into muscle so I thought it would be a win-win for us both, but obviously.” Stiles is interrupted by Derek grabbing him and pulling him into a kiss.

Stiles is obviously startled because he didn't think this would be where this went, but he immediately relaxes and returns the kiss. He hands coming up and grabbing Derek's chubby cheeks to deepen the kiss. Stiles can feel Derek's belly pushing against him as it gets larger. That being what breaks their kiss for Stiles to glance down and look how much bigger Derek's growing belly has become.

Stiles, on the other hand, feels too snug in his clothing. With his shirt really constricting around his broader and overall body frame.

“You definitely did something wrong with that potion.” Derek comments.

“You're looking almost as buff as I was, and I'm a lot fatter than you were,” he adds.

As he says this Derek's hands grab a hold of his larger gut and he gives it a shake. He and Stiles both seem to be transfixed on how Derek’s pale belly jiggles when he shakes it.

“Fuck that's hot.” Stiles blurts out without thinking.

Derek looks at him, a smirk tugging on his lips.

“You think so, Stiles?” He asks.

“You like having made me into this growing lard ass?” Derek follows with.

As he says that an audible tearing sound can be heard as Derek’ pants shred. Unable to contain his thickening ass as it packs on the pounds.

Stiles swallows, feeling very turned on by this. He assumes Derek is just as much into this as he is given what Derek is saying and the way he is eyeing Stiles. The two men slowly take their clothes off without a word. Eyes fixating on raking over each other as they strip naked.

“Jeez, never dreamed I'd be this buff.” Stiles comments.

His pecs looked massive, his abs were crazily detailed. Stiles couldn't help running his hands over wish washboard abs. Looking similar to guys who spend a lot of effort bulking up. He couldn't help but feel strangely motivated to want to maintain his growing physique. Stiles noticing he is still gaining some extra bulk. His legs were thick, making Stiles wonder if he could crush a melon with his thighs like he has seen guys online do.

He looks to Derek and Stiles didn't think he could get more turned on by Derek than now. Derek was massive, looking like he was well over 400 pounds now. Derek seemed distracted. His thick hands cupping his fatty man tits. Kneading them under his palms.

“Fuck. Derek you're incredibly hot like this.” Stiles once more blurts out what he was thinking.

He didn't feel bashful about it either, because seeing Derek like this was hot. He also felt that fluttering feeling again when Derek smiles at him. The werewolf parroting what Stiles said about him.

“Muscles look really good on you.” Derek says.

“Yeah?” Stiles asks, giving Dereka bicep flex.

“Bet you could even get bigger if you wanted.” Derek tells him.

“Big enough to win a bodybuilder competition?” Stiles asks him, jokingly.

“Stiles Stilinski, Mr. Universe does have a nice ring to it.” Derek laughs.

“I can say the same for you Derek. I'm sure being a werewolf you can get as big as you want.’ Stiles starts.

“So we could, if you wanted, work feeding you till you're nice and full and see how much fatter you get.” Stiles suggests.

He's getting turned on all over again, imaging Derek as this Blob of a werewolf. Feeding Derek lovingly while rubbing that massive gut. Stiles takes notice that it has gotten bigger, really drooping lower than it was a few moments ago.

Stiles gets closer again, his hands resting on Derek's belly, gently massaging it under his hands. They stare into each other's eyes, leaning in closer. They're lips barely touch as they share another kiss.

“What the fuck happened to you two?!” Scott's familiar voice yelling startles both men and they turn to look at a startled Scott.

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“That's twenty push ups down so that's quite a bit of doughnuts you need to eat Big Guy.” Stiles says to Derek.

It had been months since their potion incident and it took them several conversations with Scott, Stiles’ dad, and others about it. Assuring that they were both pleased with the potion having done this to them.

Stiles joins Derek on the couch, rubbing his boyfriend's huge belly as he rests a box of doughnuts on Derek's gut.

Stiles had gained some extra muscle since then, working out and training. Derek helping him by setting goals for Stiles. Depending on how many push-ups or other exercises Stiles completes, Derek would eat a certain amount of food. This way Derek can make his own kind of gains with Stiles.

Derek opens his mouth for Stiles to feed him his first of many doughnuts. Stiles is proud of how much Derek has gained. The werewolf was pushing 600 pounds now and had to special order clothing that fit him. Which they celebrated with a feast. Well Derek did, Stiles was happy to feed his werewolf and give his growing gut all the belly rubs Derek wanted.

“Okay, now if you do let's start with 15 pull ups then we can move on to the cupcakes.” Derek says, wiping some of the frosting from the last doughnut off his mouth.

“You got it, Big Man.” Stiles smiles. Leaning in and giving Derek a kiss before he gets off the couch arm and continues with his workout. Eager to get it down so he can feed his Big Wolf boyfriend.

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Some other beer belly Derek ideas: Derek as a bar owner, belly resting on the bar as he drinks more beers than he serves. Derek as a strip club patron and Stiles' favorite client...because with no lap left, he gets to just grind against Derek's lap-size gut. Soda!addict Derek who guzzles entire 2 liters like it's water, only eats takeout and junk food, belches out his sentences and isn't bothered that his belly is rapidly becoming the size of a hot air balloon. On the full moons, Derek goes hunting in wolf form. Stiles always finds him asleep in the middle of his backyard, belly brushing the ground when he's a wolf and as a human...Derek look swollen and stuffed for days after. Stiles jokes he's been breaking into the zoo to eat the elephants with the size of his stomach. Police!officer Derek who can barely fit in his squad car with the donut and afterwork beer belly he's gotten after only a year on the force. The Sheriff blames it all on introducing Derek to his son at the annual police "DUI" practice. Instead of Stiles drinking beers and doing the sobriety tests as an example for the other officers...somehow his deputy ended up a few dozen beers in... Bouncer! Derek who gets the job because he's wider than the door and no one can push past him...and Stiles can't stop grinding against him and offering to buy him drinks...

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Derek gets into craft beer brewing to make werewolf friendly beers. Along the way he develops a beer belly…which only blossoms further the more into it he gets. Eventually he has a werewolf brewing company where his employees all refer to him as “the tank” based on his size.

Derek with a beer belly is...my EVERYTHING. He has to eventually open his own company because Stiles makes a few too many jokes about Derek and how he's becoming a personal beer keg and forgot a beer warehouse- Derek's gut is getting big enough to be a storage tank! Derek in tight jeans and a company T-shirt, love handles poking out the top, belly peeking out of the bottom of his shirt, and jeans so tightly stretched across his ass they're starting to look transparent. He's usually too busy at work to eat so he does a lot of "liquid lunches" but when he does go to company BBQs or has a taco truck come to the brewery (or when he finally goes on a date with Stiles)- it's obvious all that beer drinking has stretched out his stomach capacity and given him a BIG appetite. Most of the time- Derek is casually sipping the wolfsbane free beers to do quality and flavor control to avoid getting drunk. But on more than one occasion Stiles has run into a slightly tipsy Derek, hiccupping and burping and a little less aware of personal space. There's been a few times Stiles has been wedged against a doorway by Derek's bulk, or watched as Derek leans too heavily against a table and lets out a surprised belch as his belly spreads out against the surface. Derek who is a little grumpy and socially awkward so he empties at least a keg or two at the company Christmas party before he can get the courage to ask out Stiles... Ends up so filled with beer, Stiles swears he can hear it sloshing in Derek's stretched gut, his belly wobbling and slightly swaying back and forth with each unsteady step. AND on the subject of Derek "The tank" - the specific stages of Derek swelling with beer. 1. The "I'm not going to drink too much." He tells Stiles not to be ridiculous, he is having a beer or two because it's his job. Nothing more, they don't need a repeat of last week. 2. "Bloated and tipsy" is next. Derek hasn't been skinny enough to actually look bloated, but he reaches a point of "full" and his stomach is gurgling and stretching more with bubbles and the sloshing, carb- heavy weight building and building. It's really the stage MOST coworkers find him in, the middle of his day, happily chugging beer while he's sitting at his computer, one hand occasionally stifling burps as he barks out orders. 3. "Overloaded" comes next, when Derek is relaxed enough to not feel on edge around his coworkers, when he's laughing and joking like he's friends and not just the boss. He gets physical and affectionate with Stiles, will jokingly use his bulk to pin him against the wall (or occasionally go through with his threats to sit on him, which resulted in at least 2 broken chairs). Starts getting the lumbering waddle to his walk, like he's got a water-filled balloon attached to his middle, ready to burst. 4. The final stage is the "Team effort to fill the tank" when Derek is so full - he can't even find the energy to speak in full sentences. Mostly belches out "hic one buaaaaaarp more!" or "I got uaaaarp room for another bwarrrrp one!" It's become a workplace competition to bet how many more beers they can pour down Derek's throat. How wide Derek's gut will have swollen by the end of it.

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Derek getting a cursed Easter basket, and eating his weight in chocolate…

Okay but what if there was some big open clearing near the Hale house, that gets used on Easter for those massive egg drops? Some chocolate factory sponsors those helicopter drops of thousands of eggs filled with chocolates. And while the army of kids get MOST of the eggs- the winds or curious animals send a several dozen rolling into the woods and into Derek's territory. He picks them up because he's secretly an environmental softie like that and totally plans to just trash them....but he ends up opening a few and cramming the little chocolate eggs into his mouth. And then empties out the rest of them. And then strangely sees a basket the size of his kitchen table behind him that's also now filled with chocolate eggs.... Stiles comes by the day after to see Derek on the floor, naked and covered in chocolate stains, his now chocolate-calorie filled blubbery belly resting on the floor between his thighs, ass providing him with a solid cushion while he obliviously chomps down on a 10 pound chocolate bunny. (although I also LOVE the idea that somehow on Easter an army of chocolate bunnies come to find Derek and punish the big bad wolf by throwing themselves at him and forcing their way into his mouth. He fights off a few but soon is overwhelmed by all of them....he's stuck on his back on the forest floor, groaning and wheezing and belching out "no...more...." as he holds his slowly inflating chocolate filled gut...)

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Derek getting a cursed Easter basket, and eating his weight in chocolate…

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I am... fully obsessed with the magic doll story you wrote. Is there any possibility one day getting an expansion (heh) that included other aspects of the ask, like getting Bucky drunk or making him horny and cum from a distance?? Sorry, I had no idea I would like it that much 👀

This magic doll

I'm not sure how much this expands on the original idea, but... I just blacked out and came back with this, so 🤷🏻‍♂️ have it 😂😂

(Also, tagging @bnb-atnite because she went feral for that story 👀)

Warning for unbeta'd stucky belly kink. Mostly rapid and magical weight gain, some vague dubious concent vibes but not really, etc.

I’d like to think that Steve likes to take his boy toy out on the town, showing him off, the media thinks they’re dating, but they don’t know that this pretty, young twink is Steve’s toy. Paid for and still pampered by Steve’s wealth.

As a result of Steve taking him out to the most lavish, expensive dinners, showing him off, alongside Steve’s need to keep his reputation (relatively) controversy-free… Steve has to unstuff the magic doll when they go out for the aforementioned high society vanity and practical reasons. For vanity, paparazzi would ruin them (as hot as it would get Steve) if Bucky waddled out of their building, thighs not only rubbing together but spilling out against each other, all that fat jiggling and forcing his legs further apart than they normally would be when he walks, turning his smooth walk into a wide-legged, ponderous staggering. The whole time he would need Steve to hold onto, his balance so fickle when he’s that fucking big. Steve’s arm fighting to make it all the way around his thick, soft waist and getting lost in between those heavy, overflowing rolls; Bucky’s chubby hand tight on his muscular forearm, clinging to him, complete contrast; Bucky huffing and puffing, his chubby cheeks red and misted with sweat, pure exertion from all that weight packed onto his frame and being forced to walk the short distance from the elevator to the lobby to their waiting, chauffeured car where he needs Steve to help stuff him into the backseat, fighting all his blubber, it’s a good thing that they don’t buckle up in the back because even with an extender… Bucky wouldn’t fit, meanwhile, Steve isn’t out of breath at all, not a hair out of place, nothing but a cocky smile on his lips, after all, with his workout regime he could skip the elevator down from their top floor penthouse, run the flights of stairs, down, up, then down again, and still be fine. But not Bucky. Bucky’s overburdened frame, overflowing with this soft, luxurious blubber, would cause quite the media frenzy, feeding off of him. And God knows there’s enough to feed off of. Steve would get off on it, but he doesn’t do it. For practicality, they can’t leave the penthouse with the magic doll, and subsequently with Bucky so round and heavy, because Bucky can’t move very well when his body is stuffed with fat. When the magic doll - always in Steve’s pocket, ready to be manipulated and played with whenever Steve feels like it - nearly bursting at the seams with so much fiberfill, Bucky can hardly maneuver around the penthouse, much less the outside world. In the penthouse, he knocks stuff over with his shelf-ass, he gets stuck in doorways (and even in Steve’s impressive, huge shower stall), he finds it difficult to waddle more than a few inches before becoming exhausted, he complains about having to use his arms because when he does his heavy, big tits get in the way, and, just, anything that isn’t sitting on his ass, mounding out underneath him like a thick cushion, is hard. So, when he’s so huge, he sits and lets himself be pampered. However Steve wants him, so long as it’s resting, he’s good.

However, as much as it makes Bucky pout when he’s unstuffed, returning to that little twink he was when Steve first bought him, it’s totally worth it once they’re done with their little date and he gets to experience being supersized all over again. There’s nothing like a public dinner date filled with foreplay, knowing that the real fun begins when they get home where Steve can have him to himself and mold his body into whatever form he wants, all for him to play with him. Touch him, fatten him, grope him, spank him, fuck him, even fuck his rolls. Whatever he wants. It’s about what he wants. Bucky is a toy, his needs don’t matter, he’s just here to be Steve’s. And Steve’s going to play with him. Roughly or softly, he’ll play however he wants.

So, their date is foreplay in the form of Steve buying courses and courses and courses of expensive, fancy food that come in tiny portions that Bucky always swears will never fill him up, only to sing (pant, really) a different tune in an hour when the plates are still coming and he’s not so sure he has any more room. If not for Steve demanding that he keep eating - he paid for it, didn’t he? Bucky isn’t sure if he’s talking about the food or Bucky himself. Jesus Christ, that’s hot. - claiming he wants to have to hold him close to his side when they leave so the cameras don’t catch that Bucky’s popped at least one button off of his shirt, the pressure of his swollen belly just too much for the expensive cloth and thread. And if he doesn’t pop a button, if he doesn’t finish all his food, well, maybe he’ll have to go to bed without an orgasm and without all the fat he so desperately wants to be packed back onto him, addicted to how soft he’s grown (ha) used to being under Steve’s pampering care.

So.

Bucky eats.

He eats and eats and eats, always moaning at the rich tastes of the decadent foods, easily letting Steve continue to fill his wine glass until he’s satisfied with Bucky making a pig of himself in public. Stuffing his face. The evidence is clear on his body - his belly distended into a tight, pregnant-looking globe.

In the bathroom before they leave, Steve slaps his tender gut a handful of times, weakening Bucky’s knees until he’s leaning against Steve’s chest, panting hard, his eyes rolling to the back of his head with a whimper as he feels all the food inside him shift and churn, he’s so full and Steve’s being so mean. The burn of his slaps is barely diffused by his tight, tight shirt. The smacks are just to make him focus, though, Steve knows how dumb his spoiled toy gets, and he needs a reminder to suck in as much as he can while they walk to the car. Keep up the reputation. Then, once they’re inside, he can let his greedy belly bloat back out. Nearly moaning into his collar, practically drooling on him, Bucky nods and struggles to right himself.

They stumble through camera flashes into the car to go home.

Bucky whines and moans through the car ride, Steve’s heavy, hot palm resting possessively on his starter belly for the night, the bulk of his body close, leaning into him. His lips are pressed close to Bucky’s ear, whispering about how he can’t wait to watch this chubby belly swell into a real fat gut and… hmm, y’know, maybe he can’t wait. Maybe he’ll pull out the magic doll in the interior pocket of his suit jacket and start puffing him up right here. Wouldn’t that be fun? He could give Bucky huge, big tits again and then force him to walk from the car to the doors of their building with them wobbling and spilling out of his shirt. Wouldn’t the gossip rags have fun with that? Talking about how this tiny little twink went and got himself big, mommy milkers… or maybe, maybe he should stuff his ass, make it huge and give everyone in the city, hell, with Steve’s business being a household name, everyone in the country something to jerk off to. That big, fat ass.

Bucky is panting. Forget foreplay, this is… it’s midplay? Just play? It’s so much more than simple foreplay to get him riled up. He's past riled.

His belly is stuffed to the point that he might burst and he’s so hard in his slacks, his belt biting into his waist, that he’s achy. He wants Steve to play with his dick right now. He doesn’t care that he’s pretty sure Steve wouldn’t do any of that, and he’s just talking. He doesn’t know 100%. And he could. Bucky is his to play with. He could do whatever he wanted to him. If he wanted he could take his clothes and make him do the walk of shame up to their building, streaking with his stuffed, glutted middle bulging out in front of him like Steve’s fucked him so good, so often, that he’s defied the laws of biology and impregnated him despite his lack of uterus.

Steve caresses his tender middle, dragging his fingertips just hard enough over him, that he shudders. A soft, “please,” comes out in a whine.

Steve just nips his ear, hushing him.

Bucky swears that he nearly dies, his heart pounding so hard in his chest, on the way back to the penthouse. He’s too turned on. He’s gonna explode. Anticipation and fullness are so overwhelming together.

Once they’re behind the heavy, solid wood door of the penthouse Steve stops dragging him along, possessive but also reasonable because Bucky’s not sure how he’s still walking, he’s not even that heavy, he’s just too turned on, there’s nothing going on in his head. So, Bucky stops in his tracks, Steve goes to the kitchen for… something, meanwhile, he sticks to the door, leaning against the cool surface, trying to catch his breath.

It doesn’t hit Bucky that it’s intentional on Steve’s part until, oh, God -

He’s squirming in pleasure with the tingling, stretching feeling of his body expanding. It’s magical. Literally. But it feels magical, too. It’s so much better, after a break of being back in his “normal” body, he’s fucking dying here, feeling himself balloon right back up. It will never get old. It’s tight and tingly, his skin fighting to keep up with the pure lard that’s exponentially filling him, almost like the sensation of pins and needles. So, so intense. It’s hot like fire spreading through him. It’s such a stretch that it takes his breath away, he feels like an inflatable parade balloon. Fuck, he’s about to be the size of one, too.

Bucky moans, tortured by the sensation and by the fact that he can hear Steve, his footsteps on the wooden floor, chuckling as he waltzes out of the kitchen and further away from Bucky - it sounds like he’s heading for the bedroom, which, fuck yeah, but Bucky can’t move! He’s still expanding!

Heavier and heavier, wider and wider.

It feels like he’s swelling to fill the whole door frame. Like he’s gonna get stuck again! He moans loudly at the thought, there’s really nothing as sexy as Steve coming up behind him to unstick him, teasing him for “letting” himself get so big (as if he has any choice with the power Steve has over him), and then getting his hands all over his body, sinking into his soft, plush fat, grunting with the effort of shoving and shoving, making the parts of his body that aren’t wedged in tight jiggle and wobble in waves until he stumbles forward, dazed from how turned on it all makes him.

Bucky’s still swelling.

What’s better or worse-? Getting fattened in the blink of an eye, suddenly woomph, hugely obese and incredibly off-balance and so aroused, or having it accumulate just fast enough for him to feel his body struggling to keep up, his heart pounding as he knows what’s coming.

“Buck?” Steve calls, beckoning him forward.

He struggles through a few steps, his new weight making his muscles tremble while his mind weakens. He’s shaking. He’s already so close to begging out loud. He just wants more already. He wants it fast. He wants it now! Fatten meeee! Swell me!

Bucky uses the walls and furniture along the way to the bedroom to steady himself, fighting to keep walking when he really just wants to fall to his knees to enjoy the sensation that’s overtaking his whole body.

Swelling.

Filling out.

Inflating.

Bloating.

Shit, it’s so good.

By the time he gets to the end of the hall that leads back to the master bedroom and bathroom, he’s sweating. Steve is standing there, leaning against the door frame, smirking at him, eyes dark as he watches his struggles. He’s holding that fucking doll and a mass wad of stuffing. Bucky’s heart leaps into his throat, his dick twitching like an excitable pet hearing the word “dinner.”

Then -

“OH!”

Steve forces all of the huge mass of stuffing into the little magic doll, making it bulge.

At first, it all settles right into the doll’s belly, the biggest open space available. It’s so much that Bucky stumbles and falls onto his suddenly massively, massively round gut. The thump sound of his impact would be laughable if it weren’t so fucking obscene. He is so excessive. SO fat. The air is knocked out of him. His head is spinning. He’s so fucking turned on. He could come like this. He could. He’s on top of his gut, his legs forced to spread so wide around the massive shape of his gut, and -

A whole long moan that’s almost more like a wail leaves Bucky, emptying his lungs of all oxygen as Steve takes the ungodly huge chunk of stuffing straining the doll’s limits in its tummy and massages it. He smooths the big ball of fiberfill out, distributing it more evenly throughout Bucky’s frame. Bucky can’t breathe. It feels like there are hands all over him, touching him, touching him, touching him, squishing, squeezing, and groping his fat. He feels like a pillow being fluffed. But a heavy pillow. It's so heavy that he doesn’t think he’s ever going to walk again. Guh. How does he ever get used to this feeling between their public outings? It’s mind-melting. With Steve touching him without touching him, his belly shrinks, but the whole rest of his body thickens, evening out, leaving Bucky much chunkier, but on all-fours rather than resting on top of his gut.

Of course, once he’s done massaging him, Steve stuffs him more. Filling the freed-up space.

More.

He makes his body so thick, his arms and legs blubbery and his belly nearly sagging to the floor while he trembles on his hands and knees. To deal with the weight, Bucky arches his back, but it doesn’t help him deal with how turned on he is - if anything, it makes him hornier because he can feel how his thick ass jiggles and pops out more. He could get fucked like this; if he’s not too fat for Steve’s dick to reach his hole yet, he could get fucked like this; he wants to be fucked like this. So bad. He wants Steve to fuck him, grope him, jiggle him, and fatten him.

More.

He’s so fucking spoiled. Weakly, plaintively whining, begging without words as his arms and legs slide farther apart under the still-increasing weight of his body. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck meee. If Steve keeps pushing him he’s gonna be laying on top of his fat rather than crawling on all fours soon. He’s too soft and weak! Absolutely spoiled.

“Buck, honey-”

Steve’s voice makes Bucky stretch his head up, blearily looking at him through the haze of arousal.

His voice has softened “-quit playing around and come to bed, baby. I know your tummy hurts after dinner, c’mere and I’ll rub your belly in bed, don’t you want me to make it better?” he’s too good at playing the doting, innocent husband of an overdue wife considering that he’s the one doing this to Bucky, fattening him, driving him insane with too much and not enough pleasure.

With a whimper Bucky tries to crawl forward again, wobbling, his body fighting so hard to do something so simple that’s so hard when he’s so fucking heavy. He can’t make it and he opens his mouth to beg for help, he can’t do it! He’s too big! When -

A truly shameless, obscene sound comes out of Bucky. Before he knows what’s happened and why he’s suddenly so hot and so sweaty and so close to coming, Bucky is going down. He’s suddenly crumbling onto the floor face first, putting his weight on his tender gut and belching through another desperate moan. He can’t take it. He can’t -

Steve.

Fucking! Steve! So mean!

Just barely, Bucky can make out that Steve is holding the doll, not passively stuffing whisps of fiberfill into its body but now rubbing it. He’s rubbing the, the…

Oh, Jesus, just looking at what he’s doing to the doll, and thus doing to Bucky, makes embarrassment riot inside him. It’s so dirty!

He’s rubbing the crotch of the magic doll. He’s pleasuring it! Pleasuring Bucky!

His eyes roll to the back of his head, going limp in stunned arousal.

It fucking feels like he’s pouring pleasure straight into his body through his dick. It’s like being jerked off and sucked off and humping his own fat all at the same time. It’s like nothing else, he’s never felt something so good. It’s melting his mind. It’s ruining him for any other pleasure that doesn’t come from being so gluttonous and out of control.

Bucky can feel himself quivering on top of the cushion of his squished, fat belly. He can feel his dick, trapped where he can’t reach it under all his heavy, thick blubber twitching and leaking. He’s sweating so much, running the hottest fever. He’s wailing, voice breaking, when without fucking touching him Steve jerks him off to orgasm. It’s hot and wet against his own skin but Bucky can’t see it, the dirty evidence is hidden by his swollen body. The whole time, Bucky can feel Steve’s eyes on him, focused and burning, as captivated with him as a cat that’s just spotted an impressively fat mouse, deepened with the sadism of a predator whose only pleasure is unraveling its prey like a spool of thread. And just to make it worse, dragging him through the last twitches of his orgasm, Steve pinches the doll’s belly, undeniably delighted to hear how Bucky’s moans change tune.

It hurts to be groped so hard - his belly is under so much pressure already with him on top of it, and adding to it is… it’s, it’s unbearable. It feels so good. All he wants is to be touched and he is being touched but he wants Steve to actually touch him, he doesn’t want magic, he wants it to be real, and he’s already aching for more. Spoiled. He wants to be hefted into bed and turned over, rolled onto his back where he’s pinned and made into a bloated, swollen playground for Steve to touch, grope, hump, and climb all over. He wants Steve on top of him, grabbing handfuls of his thick blubber, jiggling it, and grinding into it, getting red in the face as he reaches his own high, getting off on what he’s done to Bucky. How he’s ruined and perverted him. How he owns him. He can do anything he wants to him, and Bucky will lick it up and beg for more like the greedy boy toy he is.

Me rn:

Did I realize AFTER I wrote this whole thing that I neglected to talk about Bucky's clothes tearing off of him as he got fatter? Yes. Is that evidence of my brain being horny scrambled? You bet your ass it is 😂

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two best friends who help each other gain weight <3

having little study dates where they pick up each others favorite snacks and spend the night studying and stuffing, until they're full and too sleepy to continue reading

going shopping together and teasing each other when they try on an outfit that just isn't going to fit, but still trying to make it work anyways. having to help each other button up tight jeans or tuck in shirts, pull up stubborn skirts or unforgiving button-ups.

sending each other pictures of their meals just to make one another jealous over how many calories they're about to eat, and how much bigger they're gonna get than the other one.

having little competitions on who is going to gain more weight that month, whoever loses has to buy them a big dinner to commemorate the occasion. helping each other finish off the giant meal, and laughing at each other as they struggle to pull their stuffed selves out of the seats and back to their car

#Stiles and lydia

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What if, alfas get moobs? That's it, that's my idea.

I'm here for it! Scott getting bitten and starting to panic that sure- he looks a lot more fit and has those supernaturally-toned abs, but suddenly he's got a solid C-cup jiggling up and down as he runs. Derek with his black shirts stretched TIGHT across a flabby chest. Doesn't hurt that with Alpha powers comes a huge boost in appetite.... And naturally when Scott asks for the solution- the only thing he's told is either get used to it...or get eating. Nothing like a solid chunky gut to even out those moobs....

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sterekchub · 1 month

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Hello gorgeous

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sterekchub · 2 months

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Business casual. 😮‍💨 Sketch sequence for @/TwistTheMelon on Twitter.

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sterekchub · 2 months

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I'm such a sucker for limited mobility like the thought of having to waddle as your belly sways in font of you, the fact that u are now sooo slow because of your fat thighs, all movements limited by your fat, eating untill u can't stand for 2 long so u have to take little rests as you make your way around and if u leave the house to go shopping well no doubt about it u will be using a mobility scooter fuck it's all just so HOT~

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The Struggles of Being Too Fat for Fat Camp

This was inspired by an incredible video by @lardfill. Sadly, I can't find a current link to the video and I only have it as an mp4. But basically the entire second part in the kitchen is inspired by that.

Rating: Explicit Words: 2387 Relationship: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers Additional Tags: Weight Gain, Teasing, Name-Calling, pig, Bucky calls himself a pig, Belly Kink, No Lube, ...dish soap, it's inspired by a real video!, Fat Bucky Barnes, literally getting off from his own fat, Extreme Weight Gain, Mobility Struggles, out of breath, modern AU, Established Relationship

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Read the series on AO3

The inevitable conversation about moving in together came up earlier than Bucky had expected. Just after he’d entered cabin 13 Steve had already stood in the doorway, knocked on the door frame and wrung his hands.

“I’ve got a flat in town. Just until the end of summer, but, you know, you could move in. If you wanted to.”

Of course, Bucky had agreed to spend the rest of the summer there. No useless dieting rules that he wasn’t going to follow anyway, no annoying team sports and activities, and no one that expects him to lose any weight.

When they finally lived together, it didn’t take long for them to settle into a comfortable routine living together.

Steve would get up early to go for a run and to make breakfast. While Bucky spent another hour just lounging in bed with the sun shining on his face, slowly waking up to the quiet sounds of Steve moving around the kitchen.

However, today Bucky woke up to the soft press of Steve’s lips to his temple and his hand gently squeezing his plush side.

“Morning, sleepy head.” Steve could barely hide his amusement at Bucky’s wide-eyed look around. When he noticed Steve wearing his counsellor uniform already, Bucky tried to sit up. His efforts were hindered by the heavy weight of his belly.

“What time is it?” Bucky had to build up a bit of momentum first and Steve ultimately helped him scoot back to rest against the headboard.

“Almost half nine.”

Bucky sighed, “Wanted to eat breakfast with you.”

Steve’s expression softened and he tucked a stray strand of hair behind Bucky’s ear.

"I didn't want to wake you up if I didn't have to."

Bucky couldn’t stop the warmth that bubbled up inside him. It built into a fond smile that pulled at his lips.

“Tomorrow?” he asked.

“Tomorrow.” Steve pulled a serious expression before he broke out into a smile again. “Do you want to stay in bed a bit longer or some help getting up before I leave?”

The sleep-warm duvet tempted Bucky to stay a bit longer, but he could feel the beginnings of hunger coil in his stomach. So, he stretched his arms out towards Steve, who gripped his hands tightly. Together they got Bucky on his feet and out of the bedroom in no time. Alone Bucky would’ve probably taken twice as long just to get up, but he needed fewer breaks when he could lean some of his weight on Steve.

Still, just the few weeks he had spent living with Steve had resulted in even more weight piling onto his already morbidly obese body. While Bucky didn’t feel much heavier, his doughy belly had gotten wider and softer and increasingly unwieldy. Where he used to be able to grab a good roll, now the fat was so pliable it almost slid out of his grip of its own volition.

This new development also led to his belly working more and more against him when Bucky tried to walk. It weighed on his thighs and swayed between his thighs with every step. The heavy swing always in opposition to the leg he needed to bring forward. His breathing was laboured from the moment he heaved himself out of bed and the sofa creaked dangerously beneath him he plopped down on it.

Steve placed the small folding table in front of Bucky and started loading it with a veritable breakfast buffet until it bowed under the weight of all the plates. Sweet and savoury, a stack of pancakes soaked in maple syrup, thick cut slices of bread with margarine melting into it and sprinkled with garden cress, two cinnamon rolls the size of Bucky’s palm and a bowl of thick, oatmeal topped with spoonfuls of peanut butter and halved plums.

“Here.” Steve handed Bucky a piece of grapefruit. “It’s really good. I had some for breakfast.” Steve smiled at the ground and shuffled his feet. ”Wanted to share.”

Bucky waited until Steve looked back up to say, “Thank you.”

“I’ll make dinner tonight, ok?”

“I don’t know when I’ll be back. Fury planned some competition for the campers that could take until the evening,” Steve paused and grinned when he remembered the last year Bucky spent at camp,“or just a few minutes.”

With a kiss and a promise to call before the end of his shift Steve left the flat. Bucky could finally dig into the food Steve had prepared for him.

It didn’t take long for him to feel full, but Bucky didn’t get to his current size by stopping when he was full. With the bread and oatmeal gone, he started on the pancakes. The carbs were laying heavily in his stomach, he felt the familiar bloat settle in.

So, he set about eating the thick slices of freshly baked bread. His initial plan was to force them down quickly so he would be finished before the bloating really caught up to him, but when he bit into the first slice, he couldn’t help himself slowing down to savour it.

The crust crackled between his teeth and the soft middle was soaked through from the thick spread of margarine. On his first bite he noticed the faint taste of other herbs as well. The tang of the sourdough bread spread on his tongue and Bucky couldn’t hold back the content hum at the combination of the taste and texture of the still hand-warm bread.

Bucky warmed up the cinnamon rolls in the microwave and ate them as a late morning snack. Yesterday’s leftovers served as lunch to keep him comfortably full into the afternoon.The hours of stuffing slowly transitioned into himwatching TV, burping his way through the bloat and rubbing away the tightness in his stomach

After nursing away most of the pain, Bucky finally pulled out his laptop to work on some of his course assignments for after the semester break, but the contentment of a lazy morning and a still-full belly had him falling asleep on the couch without meaning to.

The late afternoon sun warmed Bucky’s face as he blearily opened his eyes. He groaned when he saw the low battery warning on his laptop. Bucky checked the clock — almost five — and then his phone for any messages from Steve. Even though a lazy sort of hunger curled at the back of Bucky’s mind when he looked down at himself he could still see the bloat from his extended breakfast. He could still feel the heavy weight of the food in his stomach.

Not for the first time Bucky was surprised just by how fat he was — how much fatter he was getting every day. He pulled his shirt up and splayed his hands over his upper belly, he couldn’t even cover half of it. Then he trailed lower, grabbed onto his sides and hefted his belly up to let it drop down again. It rippled through the fat all over his body and his dick gave an interested twitch.

I’m getting so fat, was all Bucky could think when he saw his belly continuing to move on its own like this. The smallest movement making it shake and jiggle, his fat moving in waves across his body. He grabbed the sides of his belly again and let it drop into his lap. Then he tried to reach over it, he reached his belly button and about a handbreadth beneath it, but he couldn’t actually reach the lowest part of his belly.Thick arousal started to cloud his mind.

“Fuck,” Bucky groaned and scooted lower on the sofa. His hands dug almost painfully into the fat on his sides. He noticed how it spilled over the edge of the sofa even though he was pressed into the cushions of the backrest. Just exploring all this new softness had him half hard under the heavy overhang on his thighs. But he wanted to feel out the changes to his body some more.

His hands came up to his moobs and he lifted them each up and let them drop through his hands again. Bucky skimmed his finger over his nipples, they felt even more sensitive with just the weight he’d put on living with Steve, stretched out from gaining weight even there. He’d never really had pecs, always soft even at his lowest weight.

Bucky tried to get more comfortable. He splayed his legs as wide as he could, but the couch was barely wide enough to fit his entire body. He bent his knee and tried to get his heavy belly to pool to one side, to give him access to his dick.

Every one of his movements was followed by a grunt, just trying to move himself into position, a difficult task for someone Bucky’s size. He tried to heft his belly up and to the side, out of the way so he could finally get his fingers on his dick that was growing harder underneath his fat pad.

With his belly hanging over the side of the couch, however, it only felt like he was about to be pulled off by its weight. Bucky rolled more onto his side, angled his knee more, but no matter what all he could reach were his thigh rolls and his fat pad, he couldn’t actually get to his buried dick.

He tried one more time, adjusting his position and trying to work his way along his fat pad, but the furthest he ever managed to reach was just barely skimming the tips of his fingers over the tip of his dick.

“Fuck,” Bucky breathed. Oh, God, I’m too fat to jerk off.

His emotions were all over the place. Partly in awe at how big he’d eaten himself, slightly shocked he’d ever let himself get this fat, but most importantly so incredibly turned on and he couldn’t do anything about it. Unless he got up and tried again in bed — more room to spread his legs and get his belly out of the way.

He pushed the folding table to the side and prepared himself to get up. His lower belly was trapped against his thighs, so he grabbed at that lowest roll to move the heavy overhang to droop between his legs. Then he scooted forward.

He couldn’t help the noises he made, moving this much mass forced grunts and sighs from his straining lungs. Once he got his body right to the edge of the sofa, he rocked back and forth to build up the momentum to get to his feet. The couch had been sagging lower every day, so he had to cover an even greater distance just to stand up.

Might as well get something to eat for after. So, instead of heading to the bedroom Bucky turned to the kitchenette. They kept snacks in the cupboards above the kitchen. Bucky was craving something salty and headed for the right side.

Opening the cupboard wasn't too difficult since Bucky could just grab the bottom of the door. However, reaching the chips he wanted was a different story. Of course, his favourites were high on the second level.

Bucky stretched upwards, going up on his toes just for his finger tips to barely graze the package.

The cold countertop pressing against Bucky’s belly startled him, but the enticing snack kept him going.

As he moved closer to try and reach the cupboard his fat pad pressed against the counter too and when he stretched up his fat pad almost spilled onto it. His belly and fat pad rubbing together against the cold hard counter.

That's when he got the idea.

He should have gone to the bedroom.

He should have lied down, gotten comfortable and used some actual lube, but he was here and horny and some watery dish soap seemed good enough for lubrication.

His inhales were stumbling over each other, a strangled sound and he had to slow down to actually take a breath. He lifted his belly, blindly searching for his fat pad before finally grabbing it and maneouvering his dick to rest on the counter too. When he let go of his belly, it added the most incredible pressure.

He could barely lift his entire belly up and then it slapped right back onto the counter, he moved on to just jiggling it, letting the counter take most of the weight of the fat apron on his front and just moving it by shaking and grabbing rolls all over it, letting the fat rub over his dick. Relishing in the feeling of having gained so much weight that he could fuck his own fat.

“Fat fucking pig,” Bucky said to himself in between wheezing breaths. Steve always defaulted to praise, but sometimes Bucky needed that humiliation. Someone telling him how much fatter he was gonna get if he kept eating more.

“Gonna get bigger, fatter.” Bucky’s thrusts were becoming erratic, his muscles were shaking with the effort to keep his hips driving forward against the counter.

“Please,” Bucky could barely get the word out with how ragged his breathing had gotten. Begging someone, anyone to let him come before his legs gave out.

A dull, tight pain had started settling in his joints, lactic acid built up in his thigh muscles. Still he kept up the shallow thrusts, even as it became increasingly difficult to command his body to keep going.

"Fuck," Bucky grunted, "I'm such a pig."

He tried to wrap his arms around his belly to adjust it one last time. So close to coming, racing against exhaustion. The very body he was getting off to, threatening to cut his orgasm short.

One last grunt and he was finally rewarded. Thick spurts of cum painting his belly, mixing with the soap suds.

His legs were shaking, knees threatening to buckle. He was holding himself up on the counter though his arms also quickly tired. With a last effort he made it to the chair in the kitchen and let himself fall down on it.

"What a work out," Bucky chuckled to himself, reverently running his hands over his belly.

And then his gaze fell on the chips packet that was tilting out of the cupboard, perfectly in reach if Bucky just stretched up a little.

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