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Wincest (Sam/Dean)
Soap is for the weak - (fat Dean, slob Dean, feeder Sam, feedee Dean, scent kink) - The link - (3/3)
Retirement has given Sam a lot of time to spend on his newest hobbies: cooking and baking. The only issue is that he now has a lot of food, and he can't eat it all. Thankfully Dean is up for the task. As Dean eats, he easily and very quickly gains weight. It may not make a lot of sense, but both brothers are into it. They're also very much into the other changes it brings to Dean's body...
Destiel (Cas/Dean)
The Recipe for Ruin - (Outsider POV, Fat Castiel, Feedee Castiel, Human Castiel, No hunting) - The link - (1/1)
Castiel, Deanās boyfriend, used to be skinny before he started working at Midnight Munch. Apparently Castiel wasn't watching what he was eating. Surely Dean could not like that his boyfriend was gaining weight, not with him commenting on it so often. This all was perfect for Amara, who wanted nothing more than to break the two up so she could be with Dean. All she would have to do was help Castiel gain more weight without anyone else knowing, and then Dean would be single soon enough. How could she ever expect Castiel and Dean to actually enjoy his weight gain and be very appreciative of her help?
I'm looking for a literate roleplay partner. I usually play Dean, but I'm open to being Sam or Cas. Other than asking for a reply consisting of more than three sentences, I'm okay with most things. Please message me here or on Discord (linde.pinde) to rp!
question, did Dean (&Cas ) know they were into Cas getting fat BEFORE Amara started actively āhelpingā or was Dean kinda bullying Cas about his weight and then figured out they were both into it as Cas got BIG?
Thanks for the story!
Thanks for reading the story! I'm glad you enjoyed it!
In my brain they were already into Cas gaining weight, but he wasn't really gaining super fast. But with the help of Amara, well, that sure changed
@wotvagyok came up with a fun, little prompt and I got a bit carried away with writing about it. In orange are the parts he contributed.
Baker!Sam makes a pie for Dean every day for a year. Just for practice ā perfecting his pastry recipe, thatās all. Honestly, thatās the only reason ā itās not because he likes the way Deanās shirts and jeans tighten or anything.
Imagine Dean leaning back in his chair half-way through breakfast, eyes closed and just kneading over his belly.
His shirt ridden up to his belly button already, it's been getting tighter for weeks now.
Sam can barely keep from reaching out, doesn't know what he'd do if he did, either help Dean rub his belly or shove the next bite in his mouth.
Sam reaches his hand out toward Deanās belly while his eyes are closed ā he wants, needs to touch it. His fingers are millimetres from making contact with the softening skin, but he pulls back.
No, no, he canāt, he tells himself
He picks up the spoon from the platter, with a huge chunk of pie, and holds it to Deanās mouth.
He opens his mouth.
This is normal, right?
For a moment Sam froze, sure Dean was going to laugh at him or question what he was doing, but then he leaned forward slightly and closed his lips around the spoon.
Once he'd pulled the bite clean off the spoon Dean fell back against the chair again, "Gotta come a bit closer if you wanna keep that up, Sammy."
āIām getting a bit too big to move that far,ā his hand smooths over the crest of his swollen belly, patting it softly. He looks Sam directly in his eyes, āI think all this pieās makinā me fat, Sammyā
Sam tried to pull his chair forward but missed the seat the first time with his shaky hands. "Just one slice left," Sam pointed out and pushed the spoon through the flaky crust. Dean humed, "I shouldn't but... it would be a shame to waste it."
āItās not much,ā Sam croaks, swallowing hard. The slice left is two inches tall, and about an eighth of the pie, ārelatively speakingā¦ā
With Dean's mouth full again, Sam said, "That attitude is why you're getting fat." Dean nearly choked on his pie, he tried to defend himself, but Sam went on, "Can barely fit into any of your clothes anymore and you're still eating. You never leave me any leftovers to pack away. So, I have to bake more every day, isn't that right?"
Sam already prepared the next spoonful for Dean, determined to keep him from answering. If this was the only opportunity, he ever got to do this, Sam would use it to the fullest.
āYouāre so greedy, Dean,ā another spoonful of pie is forced into his mouth, catching him by surprise, āYouāve grown so fat from all my baking, you keep needing more to fill you up ā youāll be in two pies a day soon.ā
Sam managed to funnel half of the huge slice into Dean's mouth without too many protests, but when he wanted to push the next bite in, Dean kept his lips pressed together and shook his head weakly.
"Gotta slow down, Sammy." He gasped, but Sam wasn't about to let Dean get away that easily. Once he'd slept off the food Dean would probably never let Sam do this again, would realise how weird this was.
"Half a slice left. Make some room, why don't you." Dean groaned but did try to push his waistband down. However, as soon as his hands left his aching belly, he snatched them back to work over the stretched-out skin again.
Sam didn't know what possessed him to push this situation even further, but he reached out to pop the jeans button trapped under Dean's belly. It wasn't an easy task. One-handed and with Dean's lower belly keeping his fingers from reaching the denim right away.
Dean arched his back, whined low in his throat and from the way his breathing stilled Sam could tell he was trying to suck his belly in. His fat belly lifted up slightly for a moment, Sam took the opportunity to grab the button and yank on it until it finally popped open.
The zipper stood no chance against the avalanche of fat coming back down once Dean let out his breath. He grunted and shifted in the chair. Sam couldn't help but stare at the picture of gluttony Dean made right now.
"C'mon, Sammy," Dean whined when Sam didn't move to get the next spoonful of pie into his mouth.
"Right, right," Sam laughed, "didn't you just tell me to slow down?" He didn't let Dean answer though and just pushed the spoon into Dean's mouth, which was hanging open to suck in a few deep breaths after trying to suck his belly in for just a second. Dean chewed open mouthed; cheeks flushed red.
"Maybe I'll make cherry pie tomorrow," Sam said as he finally broke the last piece of crust into two with the spoon. Dean hummed a question, but didn't actually speak, opening his mouth for more pie.
"The colour would match the way you're all flushed right now." Just as Sam said that Dean's blush crept further down his neck. Sam's eyes followed the delicious red heat, but it disappeared beneath the collar of his shirt.
There was just one bite of pie left now. Dean's chewing had slowed to a snail's pace, stalling until he had to swallow another bite. The movement of his hands however got more and more desperate even digging his fingers into particularly sore spots. Every time he did, it forced a burp or a grunt out of Dean's mouth. Breathy and high, caught in his throat and muffled by the pie.
Sam couldn't help but wonder if Dean would sound the same if his mouth was stuffed with Sam's cock instead of the second to last bite of an entire pie. Sam scooted his chair even closer, slotting his knee between Dean's legs.
He pushed the already tight shirt over the roundest part of Dean's belly and finally pressed his hand to the bloated belly. Dean gasped, finally swallowing that bite of pie he'd been trying to work down into his overstuffed belly. Sam didn't give him much time to recover, finally pushing that last bite into Dean's mouth.
Sam threw the spoon down into the pie tin and really started working his hands over Dean's belly. Dean was a mess of crumbs around his mouth and desperate movements to alleviate some of the pain in his gut.
"Can't believe you finished all that, big guy." His hands smoothed over the curve of Dean's belly, scratching over the little red lines on Dean's side. He wanted to dig his fingers into the rolls there, but Dean was already writhing around under his gentle hands.
"Fuck, Sammy, you gotta stop." Dean's panting got faster, "Stop. Get your hands-" Dean wasn't squirming under Sam's hands in pain. He was searching for another pleasure.
"Dean, God, you're so greedy. Gluttony isn't enough for you, is it?" Dean slid down further in his chair, planted his feet against the legs of Sam's and started reaching around his belly.
Sam grabbed the skin-tight denim and pulled Dean's jeans down to his thighs. His erection was curved against his belly, briefs already soaked with a patch of precum. Sam palmed it through the fabric.
"This is lust."
Just at those words Dean threw his head back and tried to buck his hips up to encourage Sam to really touch him. Skin on skin.
"And me doing all this for you?" Sam pushed his hand into Dean's briefs, just letting his fingers skim over the head.
"That's sloth."
Then he wrapped his hand fully around Dean's dick and startled a yelp out of his brother when he jerked roughly up and down the entire length.
"That's four of the deadly sins, the vices within Christian teachings," Dean's moans got louder and more erratic with every second, he must've been hard since he started eating. Just as Dean came up to that edge ready to spill himself all over Sam's hand, still trapped inside his briefs. Sam leaned impossibly closer and breathed into his ear.
"What would Cas think?"
That pushed Dean over the edge. His eyes squeezed shut as he spurted two, three thick ropes of cum over Sam's hand. His mouth wrenched open in a silent scream. Sam leant back, painfully aware of his own erection, but he used this moment of Dean's vulnerability to drink in the sight of his brother. Overstuffed, slack-jawed and a perfect image of sin.
So glad you got a new blog! Loved that newer fic you posted about Cas, very hot and well written!
Out of curiosity, since I am following from your old blog, do you still want to write any of the prompts/asks you got from there that you responded to? I'm š anon if you remember me lmao and I still loooove your stuff and look forward to anything you post! I'm just curious tho! Obvs no big deal if you decided you don't wanna write anything for those asks, just thought I would ask!
I'll probably come forward with some new ideas in the coming days/weeks if you don't mind :P
- š
Thanks for reading! And glad to have you back sending me asks again!
I'm definitely still planning on doing something with those ideas, they're too good to ignore. I'm just a very slow writer, as you may have already noticed
Ok, so, Cas and Dean are together, and Cas is a server at a restaurant owned by maybe Amara and/or Crowley (whoever you like to make jealous, maybe even Jo as the manager, or Benny as the head chef. Or all of the above and are all in on it!). And Cas keeps snacking at work, gaining a bit of weight. Cas then mentions that his boyfriend keeps nagging him about said weight but he really doesnāt see the big deal. The Owner/Schemer of the restaurant wants Dean for themselves (after all heās there to pick up Cas after his shift often) so they figure the best way to nab Dean is to keep fattening Cas up and then Dean will break up with him
Cue the owner implementing MANDATORY āfamily mealā, putting more deep fried and fattening things on the menu that oops, got sent back, would you like to finish it Castiel? In fact, Castiel knows the menu so well at this point he should be the taste tester of these new (calorie dense) dishes! And as Cas's back starts getting sore from how big heās getting, they give him a chair and have him run the front or the cash, whatever it takes to stop him burning calories. And any uniforms Cas out grows? The restaurant is happy to replace them, the better his cloths fit the harder it is for Cas to notice how big heās gettingā¦
And maybe whenever Dean shows up to pick up Cas or for a meal himself thru all this, Cas is always eating and Dean keeps badgering him about his growing size and Cas keeps eating even MORE in defiance. Clearly this plan is working! They'll break up any day nowā¦
(The truth might be that Dean liked it the whole time. But him and Cas get off on a bit of humiliation so Dean being all, āyou sure you should be eating that Babe? Getting kind of big. And speaking of Babe, youāre getting closer to a full sized Wilbur than a little pig like Babeā¦ā. Or Dean at the bar, waiting on Cas to finish up, going all āwtf are you feeding this guy? Jeezusā to the Owner/schemer to encourage them to feed up his man, because heās caught onto them
Or Dean only realized he liked it partway thru the fic but kept up the act for above reasons.
Or Dean DIDN'T figure it out until like the end of the fic lol)
How big Cas gets is up to you, and how aware Cas is of the whole thingā¦ the happy ending is maybe Cas eats the place into bankruptcy and him and Dean live happily ever after once Cas gets a better job elsewhere as like a food critic
Castiel, Deanās boyfriend, used to be skinny before he started working at Midnight Munch.
Apparently Castiel wasn't watching what he was eating. Surely Dean could not like that his boyfriend was gaining weight, not with him commenting on it so often.
This all was perfect for Amara, who wanted nothing more than to break the two up so she could be with Dean. All she would have to do was help Castiel gain more weight without anyone else knowing, and then Dean would be single soon enough.
How could she ever expect Castiel and Dean to actually enjoy his weight gain and be very appreciative of her help?
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I very much enjoyed writing this. It's my first ever Outsider POV so I struggled a tiny bit with that, but it was fun exploring this type of writing!
I hope you'll enjoy reading it!
Credit to @frumious-bandersnatch-ao3 for the dialogue.
Full dialogue here!
āThirty-eight years, seven months, five days, and fourteen hours since youāve eaten anything at all- excepting, of course, the rats and the eelsā¦ but seeing as they all took their own turns at you Iām more than happy to strike them from the record. Youāre telling me youāre not hungry? You canāt lie to me, Dean, not when Iāve seen every wet, bleeding inch of you.ā
Then
ā-isnāt this so much nicer? Never mind the fact you used to be something great up there. I think this might just be what youā¦ hm, what you were really meant for. All that gluttony like so many rotted vines burrowing through your soulā¦ itās exquisite, Dean.ā
okay first of all: I LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE YOUR ART!!! Itās so AGGHH itās edible. Love me some yummy looking art. Your artstyle looks like it would be like marshmallows if it ate it.
Second, your dean with tum is the only correct dean. I can see him in one of those stupid āItās not a dad bod itās a father figureā t-shirts.
keep making art itās so yummy
( sorry if Iām late replying - Iāve been working my way through messages and asks so please bear with me š)
Thank you so much for the compliment :ā)
Iām glad my art is edible! Please feel free to consume.
And aaaaaaaa thank you - I like Dean with a tummy! A Normal amount.
The shirt thing made my brain brr so hereās a little something.
castiel would find chubby dean hot as fuck because itād mean dean was well fed, well taken care of, and well loved. deanās no longer scaveging for meals or eating like a starved dog.
Retirement has given Sam a lot of time to spend on his newest hobbies: cooking and baking. The only issue is that he now has a lot of food, and he can't eat it all.
Thankfully Dean is up for the task.
As Dean eats, he easily and very quickly gains weight. It may not make a lot of sense, but both brothers are into it. They're also very much into the other changes it brings to Dean's body...
