Can I ask for a drabble of M!Robin becoming extremely fat from a tome he found and his husband, Frederick, decides to make sure he's well fed and Robin shows his appreciation through a muscle + height growth spell he's been wanting to try. Thanks.
Fr/edro/bin is to die for akndjbjnsdhbsjdka So I hope this came out well! I really need to read muscle growth stories to figure out what more to describe. Same with wg lol
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Giving one more desperate shake, the bed dangerously creaks as its inhabitant struggles. Wheezing and whining sounding out, the bed shakes as if an earthquake were happening. Leaning back against the wall, Robin wheezes for air. Resting his hands on his saggy breasts, his head dips back as he closes his eyes. Body undulating, he slowly catches his breath.
Taking up nearly the entire width of the massive bed by himself, Robin is massive. Door busting hips, his thunder thighs alone could crush a man, the doughy cascading rolls overlapping each other like hills in the sand. His brown pants fitting perfectly, Robin still has them unbuttoned, his purple boxers showing. His shirt tight, the tent sized fabric wraps around his entire expanse, the edges of it even reaching past his flowing stomach. Long and sturdy enough, the shirt is even capable of getting tucked in Robin’s pants to support his swaying saggy stomach. Though currently Robin forgoes that option, too lazy to do so on his day off. His stomach flows all around him, an avalanche of fat burying his fatty thighs. Space barren of any free space cause of his stomach, his thighs are forced at an angle from his fat pad. Gut comprised of various rolls, his stomach splays and sags to varying degrees, his shirt clinging between each fold of fat. His breasts following the same pattern, the large moobs surpass even his own head, Robin’s fat saddled cheeks not comparing to his luscious breasts. His flour bags for arms are just as useless as their lower counterparts, similar forced at an angle. The wings of fat press up against Robin’s breasts. His ass sagging far behind him, it touches the wall far before his back does.
Pressing a hand to his gut, Robin is thankful for the constant thoughts of him, the room well insulated and cooled. Reaching to the side, Robin places a meaty hand on the metal bar, sausage fingers wrapping around, nearly all dexterity gone. Gulping a gallon of air, Robing grunts as he heaves himself up. An act he can’t do, Robin barely rising an inch off the dented mattress before slamming back down, his arm giving up on him.
“Robin,” A stern voice coming from the doorway, Robin withers, all acts dying out.
“Frederick, I-” Robin oozes under Frederick’s gentle touch, his stomach warping under Frederick’s belly rub.
“What have I told you?” Frederick places his other hand on Robin’s arm, rubbing it similarly to his gut. “Whatever you wish for, ask me,”
“I was hungry,” Robin admits, glancing at the nightstand.
Frederick’s gaze follows Robin’s, his eyes landing on the nightstand as well. Or more correct, the tome placed atop the nightstand. Robin discovering the tome one day while scouring Ylisse’s vast magical library, he had quickly confiscated such a tome. Comprised of strange spells, Robin’s intention to destroy it had instead changed to wishing to test it. A small spell to have a little tummy, he had been immediately exposed by Frederick. Frederick as entranced as Robin, his own stern serious nature always bowed to his husband’s will, Frederick going along. Gaining much from it, a seriously fat husband, Frederick allowed it, happy to pamper Robin and abide by his every need.
“There’s a spell to conjure up food, and,” A hand on his lips, Robin leans into Frederick’s bear hug, Frederick kissing him.
“I understand. But perhaps we should save it for another day,” Frederick removes himself, placing a hand on the hem of Robin;s shirt and tugging it down. “You’re second breakfast is almost done,”
“Oh, okay,” Robin’s stomach lets out a large growl, his flabby body and bed alike shaking.
“Let’s get you up,” Frederick reaches for Robin’s left arm, Robin using his right to reach for the bar. Robin leans into Frederick, partially because of his own inept ability to support himself, and partially to melt into Frederick’s hard muscular embrace.
Frederick helps guide Robin to the edge of the bed, slowly shuffling his engorged thighs along the mattress. Robin moving at a glacier’s pace, he huffs as he eventually reaches said edge. His feet touching the floor, his gut does the same.
“What did I say about tucking in your shirt?” Frederick’s nagging tendency bubbles in his throat, a lecture coming soon.
“I was uncomfortable,” Robin whines.
“Ah, then you did just fine,” Frederick gives in, rubbing Robin’s gut, his hand smushed in between Robin’s gut and thighs.
Frederick squeezing Robin, he holds his own breath as he helps him up. Arms shaking, he uses his other hand to push Robin, hand sinking into Robin’s ass. Robin’s own wheezing nothing to his own strained breath, Frederick pushes himself harder. Robin’s fat lifting off of the bed, Fredrick gives another push. Robin standing up, Frederick goes up to him, wrapping an arm around as much of Robin’s expansive back he can.
“It’s only a few steps from here, dear,” Frederick pulls Robin’s arm over his shoulder, Robin’s wide gut jamming into him.
Robin melts under Frederick’s embrace. “I also wanted to try another spell besides that food one,” Robin admits, eyes shying away from Frederick’s.
“What is it?”
“Umm, it’ll make you stronger,” Robin pauses. “I see how hard it’s getting for you so-”
“Nothing I do for you will ever be too difficult,” Frederick reaches for Robin’s cheek, his entire palm swathed in it.
“Got it,” Robin smiles.
“But, I am making it more arduous on you, so let’s test this spell,” Reaching for the tome, Frederick passes it to Robin by placing it on his chest.
Fussing with it as he tries to reach it and open it with his wide arms, Robin gives up. “It’s the bookmarked page,” Frederick does as told and opens it before placing it on Robins’ breasts again. Frederick stands still as Robin chants the spell. Finishing the spell, Robin glances up at Frederick, Frederick’s face red.
Huffing, Frederick places a hand on his forehead. “So this is what you must have felt like,” Groaning, Frederick places his other hand on his abdomen, his shirt up. Robin stares, eyes wide as Frederick’s already defined six pack harden and form further, a pair of riblets lining them. Frederick’s hip bones jutting as is, they grow more exaggerated, v line reminiscent of statues depicting muscular gods. Robin’s eyes trail down, Frederick’s pants growing tighter as his thighs thicken and grow more powerful, the extreme musculature becoming more apparent as he fabric strains and warps. Robin jumps, or would if he could, when they rip, Frederick’s pants splitting down the side. Even his calves thicken, no space left alone. Robin’s eyes trailing back up, he frowns upon missing the show, Frederick’s chest and biceps already having finished growing. Though Frederick’s shirt suffering the same fate as his pants make up for it, Frederick’s dusted chest heaving as he draws in ragged breaths, each breath making his pecs slightly bounce. Frederick’s sleeves torn as well, the spherical basketball sized biceps bulge with power, Robin staring at them, Frederick’s arms forced at an angled from his massive chest jus as Robin;s obese self is as well. Robin smiles upon noting how Frederick’s chest is now directly above his face, Frederick having grown taller as well.
Robin lets out a pathetic eep as Frederick places both meaty arms around him. Wiggling around, he panics as Frederick grunts, lifting him up. Fat sagging as if sand flowing between fingers, he gazes up at Frederick.
Even at his new size, Frederick still strains his face from holding Robin’s immense form.
“I said I’d take care of your every need,” Robin only nods his head, his necks squishing into his face. “So let’s get you nice and fed, you look famished,” Robin nods his head again, mind turning into mush. Frederick grins down, pecking Robin’s lips, ready to pamper him even more than before.