May I request large musclechub Chrom x mRobin? A lot of feeding, working out, and snuggling as well as tummy and muscle rubs please. (Both are large musclechub BTW)
It felt a bit hard getting all to fit, but I hope it all came out ton your liking! Was about to call it done, before I thought of the little stuffing scene, and then that made me think of the little workout scene lol.
I hope you enjoy it!
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“Robin, come spot me,” Already seated on the bench, Chrom wiggles out his arms in preparation. Lying down, he easily positions himself under the metal bar, positions his hands properly as he waits for Robin. His gut rises into the air as he waits, most of his broad yet fat body falling off the bench.
“One second…” Taking a deep breath, Robin slowly squats down. Supporting the bar with his arms and shoulders, it descends as he does. His fat thighs squishing, Robin’s wide stance takes into account so much poundage. His stomach folding on itself as it rests and sits on his wide thighs. His knees perfectly bent, Robin lets out his deep breath. Mentally counting to ten, his calves begin to burn up once more as he rises back up. His body decompresses as he reaches his full height, an admittedly unimpressive stature when considering the other members of the Shepherds. Removing himself from underneath the bar, he slowly brings it down. Finished with his routine, squats Robin’s preferred final workout, he wipes himself off with his towel. Taking a swig of his water, his left hand rests on top of his gut.
Robin and Chrom having married a few years ago, it was after Grima’s defeat that the two found out of the other’s appreciation for the larger things in life. Robin’s hearty appetite for everything edible had been a good jumping start on the two’s quest. Trim defined bodies became bloated as they piled more and more calories on their frames, both enjoying the experience. Chrom’s enjoyment of working out had rubbed off on Robin and what had at first been small exercises to not burn off too many calories was soon found to be unfounded. As instead of losing the fat they had worked so hard to gain, they found themselves packing on muscle as well, both their bodies larger on both spectrums.
Robin definitely enjoying the more gluttonous aspect of their lives, his body is a bit more corpulent than Chrom’s. His purple t-shirt clinging to him, Robin’s powerful biceps bulge. . Covered under a layer of flab, it does nothing to hide the powerful appendages, his arms capable of scaring most would be thieves. His breasts once soft and plump, they still retain their size but no longer sag as they once did, a bit more definition and perkiness to them. His stomach as round as ever, the massive monster shakes from every action Robin takes. His shirt unable to be tucked in, the bottom layer of pudge seeps out from underneath. His black gym shorts cling just as tight as his shirt, the stretchy fabric showing their worth as they fully cover his huge ass. Simultaneously perky yet squared, the confusing mounds of ass perfectly show off Robin’s musclechub self. His thighs covered in a heavy dose of fat, the added strength makes it easy for him to walk, Robin surprisingly deft.
Where Robin enjoys the aspects of gluttony, Chrom prefers the physical exertion to maintain their physiques. Broad shoulders, his low V-neck shows his puffed yet defined collar bone, his strong large moobs having less give to them than Robin’s. Preferring to show off just how big he is, his v-neck is a size or two too small, the hem of the shirt resting above his navel. Ovular and some bounciness, the mass of his stomach is still surprisingly firm, a fact he knows from rubbing it so much. His bulging arms free as ever, Chrom proud to show off his non-branded arm just as much as the other now, the musculature from his workouts showing brighter than light magic. A light layer of flab, his bulging muscle show even at rest, Chrom’s powerful arms even more exaggerated upon flexing. His tree trunk thighs no stranger to power, Chrom’s speed and force is a dangerous combination, most counting him out only to be knocked to the floor before they realize it. His once flat ass still pales in comparison to Robin’s, the two cheeks having obtained some perkiness.
Chugging the last bits of water, Robin sighs. Waddling to Chrom, he keeps his comment of Robin not needing a spotter anymore to himself. Enjoying the view, he doesn’t mind. And Chrom definitely doesn’t mind showing off to his husband. Standing a bit away from the bar, his stomach making it a bit difficult, he still stands at the ready as Chrom grabs it.
Taking in a deep breath as he brings it down to his chest, Chrom breathes out as he lifts it back up. Offering a grin to Robin, the weight is nothing to him, Chrom lifting last week’s max. Blushing as Robin stares at him in awe, Chrom pushes further, continuing his set. The clinking of the weight as Chrom lifts and drops them is the only real sound in their gym. On his last one, Chrom offers a wink to Robin, grinning as he blushes. Placing the bar back, Chrom stands up with aplomb.
“Is it finally time for dinner?” Exaggerating his question, Robin makes a point of sighing, sagging his shoulders as he cradles his belly. Chrom laughs in return. He slaps Robin’s gut, then smacks his ass, Robin letting out a yelp. Chrom then moves to Robin’s biceps, lifting them and making Robin flex, examining them before nodding. Leading the way to the dining room, Chrom immediately stops.
“You didn’t do your bench presses,”
“It’ll be fine,” Robin handwaves the mention. Taking a confident step, he finds his hand linked to Chrom’s, a pleased grin on his face, he easily overpowers Robin. Chrom drags him back to the bench.
“You just need to do five,” Setting the bar, he changes it. The bar thirty pounds under the weight he just lifted, he gives Robin the okay.
“Fine,” Lying down, only a small quarter of his back ends up hanging off the bench. HIs ass does the same. Gripping the bar, he grunts as it falls down. Gritting his teeth, he huffs as he lifts the bar all the way up. “What the hell, Chrom?” Beads of sweat form on his forehead.
“Keep going,” Hands at the ready, Chrom watches Robin struggle but slowly succeeds at his set. Reaching five, he goes to put the bar back before Chrom stops him. “One more, and hold it this time, you’re cutting corners,” Grining, He keeps his hand under the bar.
Huffing and puffing Robin’s stomach rises and quivers in the air. His biceps bulging, he gulps for air as he brings the bar to his broad moobs. Leaving it there for a few seconds, he slowly raises it up, exhaling heavily. His arms shake as he keeps it up but Chrom grabs the bar to put it back.
“Good,” Helping Robin up, Chrom wipes his sweat with his towel. “Now we can eat,” Robin lags behind Chrom as they head to the dining room.
A large room taken up mostly by an almost equally large table, the sprawling amount of plates meant as breakfast is already served. The two taking their seats, Robin’s ass creeps off the edge of it, his stomach digging into the table. Chrom’s fits him perfectly, his stomach only slightly uncomfortable from the pressure.
An omelette placed in front of him, Robin begins digging in, drenching his omelette with ketchup before devouring it. As soon as his fork hits porcelain, he moves onto his next victim, the ham looking appetizing as it always does. Chrom giving an adoring look at him, Robin stops, his mouth half open as the hashbrowns rest on his fork an inch away from his hungry mouth.
“W-what?” Suddenly self-conscious, Robin tugs down his shirt only to see the fabric doesn’t reach past his belly button. Looking at the table, he blanches at the staggering amount of empty plates, time flying so fast upon breakfast time.
“Nothing,” Chrom promptly finishing his third plate, Chrom not a stranger to food either, he places a hand on Robin’s thigh squeezing it before resuming his own breakfast.
Scoffing, Robin still blushes, Chrom’s little touches much adored. Glancing back, most of his breakfast is gone. Quickly swiping at the remaining portions, Robin’s vacuum of a stomach finishes in record time. Standing up, he sees Chrom struggling to handle his last plate. Chrom offering them to him, Robins shakes his head.
“You always encourage me to keep going during my workout,” Robin grabs the plate of pancakes from Chrom. “So I’ll be doing the same,” Grabbing the syrup, Robin squeezes the bottle as if choking it. Folding the pancake with his fork, he grabs four pieces. “Eating is all about efficiency,” Holding Chrom’s jaw, he brings the stack of pancakes into his mouth.
Stubbornly chewing, the hefty helping of syrup doesn’t help Chrom, one eye more closed than the other as he struggles. Robin pressing a hand to Chrom’s stomach, he grins.
“Then you wash it down,” Simply grabbing the gallon of milk, Robin brings that to Chrom’s lips. He tilts it back without warning. Dribbles of milks spill past Chrom’s mouth, Chrom’s muffled groaning sounding.
Letting out a deep groan, he huffs. “Got it,” Resting his head back with his eyes closed.
“You still have some more,”
“Robin…”
“Now now, no excuses. It’s just one bite left,” Robin’s soothing voice and soothing hand on his gut, Chrom obligingly opens his mouth. An unseemly ridiculous amount of pancakes shoved into his mouth, Chrom nearly chokes on it, his tired mouth working overtime to get through it all. Unable to even swallow once, Chrom finds more milk poured down his throats, the remaining bits of pancakes washed down.
“Robin!” His belly cumbersomely full, Chrom remains seated in his chair.
“You just need to work harder for next time,” Robin grins. Chrom finally done, Robin places the plates back down. Placing both hands on Chrom’s filled gut, he lovingly smiles at him, blushing before giving him a kiss on the lips. Pulling back, he sees Chrom mimicking his own blush.
“Ready to workout again?” Chrom punctuates with a flex of his bicep, his other hand on his stomach.
“I’m ready for a quick nap,” Robin teases. Though his grin dies and his eyes widen as Chrom puts his hands on Robin’s arms, squeezing and rubbing them.
“That isn’t a bad idea,” Chrom grabs Robin’s hand, leading him back to their bedroom.
The two taking a quick break, the rest of their day off awaits them with several more workout sessions and stuffing sessions left.