Martin washing a barely mobile John
Characters: Martin Blackwood, Jonathon Sims (The Magnus Archives)
Content: hyper fats, extreme weight gain, kink but make it fluffy
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“Martin, as flattered as I am I’d appreciate it if you stopped leering at me and helped me undress,” John scolded, but when Martin looked up he said it with a fond smile on his adorable fat face. His chubby cheeks almost covered his eyes and his thick, plump lips contorted into a beautiful grin.
“Oops, sorry,” Martin said in response, a mischievous smile saying he wasn’t in the slightest. He helped John pull his black and white striped t-shirt over his head, pulling against his fat as it kept getting caught and swallowing and letting out a sharp breath as he was hit with the smell of John’s sweat from his wet rolls and his damp clothing. The scent made Martin gasp and his cock tightened a little on instinct. John’s chest heaved as he became exhausted from lifting his arms so much.
“Need a minute, babe?” Martin asked. John nodded, his lips parted as he managed to get his breathing under control. Martin waited patiently, the next part required the most exertion from both of them so he didn’t want to go forward until John was completely ready. Luckily, they had safety bars installed for John to put most of his weight on to, but it still required more heavy lifting than Martin was entirely used to. He was getting better, his biceps getting more defined these days than they ever had in his life… but helping to steady his six hundred and fifty eight at last count pound boyfriend was a different matter entirely.
“Okay, I’m ready,” John said taking a deep strained breath. He rested his bloated huge hands on the two reinforced bars and slowly lifted himself up. Martin aided him by resting each hand underneath John’s overgrown biceps. After that Martin got on his knees. He let out as a gasp as he lifted John’s gut and got a mouthful of the heavy sweat, the musk always made Martin’s mind become something akin to a warm, pleasant static. Like a mixture of an old television and a warm fire. He swallowed and tried not to focus on how much he desperately wanted to fuck himself on John’s folds. He went to unbutton John’s trousers and discovered the burton had burst from them anyway, meaning he just had the task of pulling down John’s trousers and underwear. His fingers brushing against his behind, and thighs. When they got to John’s knees, Martin shuffled backwards so he could see John over his stomach.
“Okay you can sit down now.”
“Thank God.” John almost fell backwards onto the bench, there was a loud crash but nothing broke or creaked. The workmen weren’t wrong when they said it would withstand up to three times John’s weight with ease. Martin removed John’s trousers, underwear, and socks. He gathered the circus tent size clothes and bundled them into the washing basket. He couldn’t suppress his grin and his hazel eyes darkening in lust as he took off John’s glasses and saw his naked body. He adored seeing how the fat sagged downwards, a huge pile of adipose all being weighed down by gravity.
“Comfy?” Martin asked, John nodded and closed his eyes as Martin turned on the shower, the water against John’s skin aroused him even further, making Martin’s breath shake and his lips dry. He got closer, washing John’s hair, his fingers brushing against fat bloated cheeks and neck rolls. He gently pushed John’s head backwards as he rinsed his hair, before massaging face scrub and face wash into John’s cheeks. With every roll Martin lifted and scrubbed underneath of, every chunk of adipose he scrubbed into cleanliness, his cock twitched and almost screamed for attention the entire time.
“Mm. Nearly done,” Martin said as he was rinsing off the soap from John’s body. As he did, an adipose ridden hand rested on the small of his back and pulled Martin as close into his wet body as he could.
“You’re getting your clothes wet,” John pointed out. Martin giggled and grinned.
“Tell me about it.”
“I- that’s not- I wasn’t talking about your penis!”
“Penis is not a sexy word,” Martin teased.
“I was- I was just thinking you could… undress maybe,” John replied, his cheeks burning in embarrassment.
“I thought you’d never ask.” Martin pulled his Chainsaw Man t-shirt off over his head and discarded it. He had never felt attractive and small before, but next to his handsome, almost immobile boyfriend he felt like they were the most beautiful couple in the world.
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Sherlock:*opens the body bag*
John: *shocked because he saw Y/n in a body bag with airpods in her ears*
also John: uhm.. Sherlock, shouldn't the clothes or items related to the corpse be separated?
Sherlock: *groan in frust* Y/n! How many times have I told you not to sleep in a body bag!
Y/n: *gets up and yawns while stretching her hands and cracking her spine* nice bed ever
John:...
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