They would be so cute 🥺💗 especially if the reader was a baker or chef
Oh my God! Yes! Mutual chubbiness!? Hell yeah! (I'm sorry for answering this ask like 2 years later 😭)
You own a bakery in town, it's a very authentic bakery. That's where Bucky met you 2 years ago when he came in for a coffee.
His therapist had told him he needed to go out more. So there he was, grumpily walking into the bakery.
That's when he saw you, you with your (maybe a tad old fashioned) clothing, your apron that's perfectly hugging your curves, showing off your wide hips, thick thighs and a cute rounded belly. You had always been chubby, ever since you were a kid. But despite a few comments people told you about your weight, you were never bothered by it. You liked the way you looked, soft, caring and comfy. And besides you loved to eat pastries almost as much as you loved to bake them!
You were the first thing Bucky saw when he walked in. His eyes roaming over your body, looking at your hips, thighs and hmmm your belly, he then looks at your face. Your pretty face and beautiful smile.
For a moment he forgets about the rest of the world.
It's you who first starts a conversation, you're charming and funny. And Bucky finds he can talk to you easily.
After a bit you exchange phone numbers.
-2 years later-
Things are different now, not bad, but different.
For one, the two of you are living together now in a cozy apartment.
But also Bucky's body, you're no longer the only chubby one anymore.
Bucky had grown over the last 2 years. Grown to love your pastries, grown as a person and definitely grown around his middle. He had a nice plump belly now, that's hanging over his belt. His thighs are thick and make a perfect seat for you. His arm has thickened up, still lots of muscles but also padded with fat.
His face has grown more round and pudgy. A cute double chin resting comfortably under his chin. His tits (as you like to call them) are nice and plump. Perfect for your hands to grab, squeeze, kiss, bite and jiggle.
He definitely doesn't look the way he did when he first met you... and if he was honest. He wouldn't change a thing.
He liked tasting your pastries when you were baking. He liked snacking with you in the middle of the night. He liked having dinner with you until he was so full he had to unbutton his pants.
He liked feeling full, no longer having an aching hunger in his belly, he liked being able to sleep, because the food comforted him. He liked how people didn't look at him like he was a weapon anymore. He LOVED how you would play with his belly. He LOVED the way you looked at him.
And most importantly he loved the way his body matches yours.
Both your body as his body showed that it had been taken care of and loved.
Your bodies represented your relationship. And neither of you would change a thing♡
Rating: Explicit
Words: 2496
Relationship: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers
Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Not underage, Fat camp, Stuffing, Weight Gain, Fat!Bucky
(Someone (@wotvagyok) distracted me from finally finishing this with Seb as the sheriff in The Devil All the Time, but here is the finished part 2 of my fat camp AU, that's actually a prequel. Enjoy!)
“Team Cap sets up their attack, Maximoff touches, high ark to Wilson, Rogers is probably their best chance at winning… but, no, Wilson sets for Barnes, is that the right decision? Let’s see if he can even get off the ground to— Barnes kills it! Stark can’t block that and with that his team is out! 21-19! A neck-and-neck race all the way. Congratulations, Team Cap!” Thor commentated, excitedly jumping up and down.
The entire team piled onto Bucky to hug him and scream in his ears. Steve gave him a very bro-hug, grinning widely and also shouting at Bucky.
“That jump was insane!” Steve yelled at him again and again.
“You’ve said that.” Bucky’s cheeks ached from how much he was smiling.
“I know!” Steve said in the same tone of voice, then squeezed Bucky tightly one last time and quietly added, “See you after lunch” with pointedly raised eyebrows, like Bucky wouldn’t immediately get what he was hinting at.
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They’d worked out a pretty good system over the past few summers. Plus, Bucky knew that hushed voice all too well and Steve basically saying out loud that he’d sneak away to Bucky’s cabin in his lunch break? For a second everything outside of those words and Steve’s body pressed against him faded away.
However, the chatter of all the other campers came crashing back into Bucky’s consciousness when Steve turned away and started directing the other campers to the dining hall like he didn’t just—
Breathe, Barnes, he chastised himself and made his (very sore) legs walk to the dining hall. Ok, just, scarf down the bland food, charm (beg) his way into seconds, head to the cabin and eat whatever Steve stashed there during his morning “contraband” sweep.
Over lunch Bucky barely kept up his end of the conversation with the other campers, he was too caught up in what Steve might have planned for him. His stomach growled in anticipation even though he did manage to score seconds today.
As soon as he reached his cabin he tossed his shirt to the side, the inside of the wooden cabin too hot to be comfortable all dressed. When he rummaged through the usual snack hiding spot in his cabin Bucky came up almost empty-handed. Some chips under his pillow, a sleeve of oreos tucked into the sheets and a single serving package of cashews shoved between the wall and the bed.
Bucky flopped onto the creaking bed and scarfed all the food down in a few minutes, but his stomach was still aching for more food. The meagre lunch and few snacks had done nothing to sate his hunger. When the cabin door creaked open Bucky immediately began whining about it to Steve.
“Why didn’t you get the stuff from the top bunk?” Steve asked, while he set the tub, he’d carried in, down on the desk in the cabin. Bucky stopped for a second, then said, like it should be obvious to Steve.
“Didn’t see it. Also, it says on the bed post the top bunk is only rated for 300 pounds?”
“Oh. Well, you don’t weigh thatmuch more.”
“Yeah, just like 100 pounds.” Steve quirked his eyebrow and flicked his eyes at the ladder to the top bunk. Steve’s blue eyes darkened with the fantasy he was clearly playing out in his head right now. The air punched out of Bucky’s lungs.
“What if I break it?” he whispered. He couldn’t force himself to speak up. This— Sure, a flimsy chair had broken under the weight he’d piled on, but a bed? He’d have to tell someone. A sickeningly hot twist of pleasure raced down his spine. He’d have to admit out loud—
“Go on,” Steve interrupted his thought process, pushing Bucky to say that out loud.
“I’d— Fuck, I’d have to tell a counsellor. They’d probably take me to see Fury.” Steve swallowed drily.
“Why would they take you to the director?”
“Get me weighed.” Steve nodded encouragingly, whispering “Why?”
“If I broke it now— Must’ve gained weight.” Bucky whined low in his throat and grabbed uselessly at the expanse of his belly before him.
“You’ve been here three weeks. You really should’ve lost some weight by now.” Steve pushed himself off the desk and moved in quick strides over tostraddled Bucky. He pushed both his hands into the fat overhang spilling over his waistband and heaved Bucky’s belly up. Muscles and tendons working in his forearms.
“But I can barely lift this thing up.” Steve teased, then let go, letting all the fat slap back onto Bucky’s legs.
The heat of his humiliation sparked his arousal like tinder. He was growing hard. Trapped against his own fat. Twitching. Trying to rut into that friction. Steve shoved his hand between his fat pad and the fat hanging over it to blindly grab for his dick. When he found that bit of hardness, he squeezed. Tight.
“Not yet. You eat what I tell you first.” Bucky screwed his eyes shut and shook his head.
“Can’t, please,” he whined, shook his head again.
“Yes.” The command pierced through Bucky’s middle, making him squirm, but he didn’t plan on getting up.
“Whatcha gonna do about it?”
Steve pinched his soft sides, but Bucky made no move to stand up and after an unimpressed stare from Bucky, he sighed and jerked his chin towards the tub on the desk.
“How about some ice cream?”
“As long as you get it.”
Steve pinched his soft underbelly once more for that comment, but he did get up. Bucky intended to prop himself up against the wall and look as unbothered as could be to get under Steve’s skin, but his stomach had other plans. It growled loudly when Steve popped the top off the gallon of ice cream.
“You hungry, Buck?” That teasing tone had Bucky giving up all his practiced cool.
“God, yes. So hungry.”
The first cold spoonful in Bucky’s mouth of creamy vanilla was almost soft-serve smooth. Blessedly cool, a real treat in the summer heat. He got through almost half the gallon before his stomach started protesting. He didn’t even feel satisfied yet, but his over-heated body didn’t deal well with the sudden influx of cold. He couldn’t stop the groan that spilled out of him when he got his own hands on his belly to rub at the fluttering cramps at the top of his belly.
Steve stilled and moved to put the spoon down and help Bucky rub out the annoying pain, but Bucky quickly jerked his head from side to side.
“Keep going, just crampy.” Steve still hesitated until Bucky full-on whined at him. “Feed me.” That got his kinky mind right back on track.
“Getting full already? I would’ve expected more from you.” Bucky denied it half-heartedly, but after barely another quart the skin on the roundest part of his belly felt itchy-tight. He scratched his blunt nails across it, alternating between kneading the soft expanse and stroking regular circles into his skin. Steve must’ve seen him beginning to struggle.
Steve put the ice cream down and started helping Bucky sooth the ache in his stomach. While Steve was kneading his sloshing belly, he shrugged, not looking at Bucky but his own hands.
“It’s not like I expected you to eat the entire gallon. No shame in giving up. Most people can’t eat this much.”
Sneaky bastard.
“Just taking a break.” Bucky conceded.
“If you take much longer of a break you can drink this stuff.” Steve picked up the tub again and swirled it around. “Barely a quart left.”
“Fuck it.” Bucky snatched the tub from Steve’s grasp and started chugging the half-melted mess. He could feel some of it spilling out of the corner of his mouth, but if he stopped right now, he wouldn’t finish. His lips were burning with the cold, his throat worked hard to get the thick cream down and Steve’s hands kept working over his belly.
He swallowed long and slow, still more ice cream backed up against his lips. There was no way he could finish this. Another gulp. Slower still. Bucky’s mind narrowed down to the single point of contact with the ice cream. One more mouthful. Just one more. The unrelenting, thick cream finally diminished to a trickle. He tipped his head back to have the last drops hit his tongue.
Bucky was about to throw the plastic tub off the bed, but Steve grabbed it from his hands and put it back on the desk. He wanted to curl into himself, ice cream slowly settling in his stomach. He was breathlessly panting for air, moaning on every exhale, just holding onto his belly.
Bucky just let himself enjoy this moment. He’s stuffed to the gills, but because it’s basically just liquid his stomach didn’t feel like the unrelenting hard spot in his middle. Slightly sloshing around while he lazily stroked over his belly. The lethargic contentment helped him slowly ease back out of his head, widening his world from just getting a gallon of ice cream down his gullet to taking in his entire body.
He was still hard, but less urgently so. A lazy fuck all he craved after his exhausting day. His perception widened further. Steve kneeling next to him on the bed. Bucky’s stomach gurgled under his experienced hands, settling down into a background ache.
“You still hungry, Buck?” Steve teased. Bucky shouldn’t be. He really wasn’t. Except…
“Something salty maybe.” Bucky could hear Steve choking on his own spit, staggering in the face of Bucky’s insatiable gluttony. However, when Bucky glanced at Steve, there was a dark glint in his eyes.
“Gotta get it yourself.” Bucky scoffed. He hadn’t gotten up before. Why would he now that he had eaten a gallon of ice cream? Steve’s mischievous grin didn’t bode well for Bucky.
“Just wanna see if you can still get up.” He said, insultingly innocently. Hands now clenched around his own thighs, clearly trying not to touch himself just yet. Even though the show Bucky had made of drinking that last bit of ice cream had gotten him hot.
The way he was forcing himself still also meant that he wasn’t about to help Bucky get off until he did what Steve wanted. However, the thing that finally got Bucky to heave himself up from the way too narrow bed was that little flick of Steve’s eyes to the bed slats above them.
Afraid you’ll break them? Clear in his gaze.
When Bucky had managed to scoot to the edge of the bed, Steve also scrambled off. He didn’t offer Bucky any help to get to his feet. Clearly only here to get a better view. Steve dug the heel of his palm into his khakis just above his erection, holding out just a bit longer.
Bucky swung back and forth to build up enough momentum to get up in one go. It jostled the contents of his stomach and when he swayed to a standing position his hand clamped over his mouth at the sudden wave of nausea. He really didn’t need any more food, but Bucky already licked his lips at the mention of the fatty, salty goodness of a bag of chips.
Now that he knew they were there Bucky could see the colourful packages through the guardrails on the top bunk. The look of some Cool Ranch Doritos has Bucky finally making his way over to the ladder and hoisting his way up vertically. A pretty big task for someone his size, but he manged it. The Doritos were all the way at the headend of the bed, he’d have to crawl fully onto the bed to get them.
Bucky balanced his knees on the thick wooden frame for now to get in position. On all fours the nausea of having a gallon of ice cream in his stomach came back, but Bucky pressed on. If he hadn’t been steadily growing harder at the mere thought of stuffing himself with even more food, he would’ve thought better than to just put his weight squarely in the middle of the mattrass.
A huge cracking noise echoed through the cabin and Bucky could feel the bed sagging away under him. He scrambled back as fast as his over-stuffed gut allowed. Once again balancing precariously on the thicker wood at the ladder.
Dry heat raced through his core, having him press his hand over his dick. He was riding that edge so violently he felt like he should be coming all over his own fingers, but his briefs were still only stained by that spot of precum.
“Oh, fuck, get down here. You just— Bucky!” Steve was scrambling at his back, helping him back down the ladder. Once he was firmly back on the floor, Steve plunged his hand into Bucky’s briefs. Mouth on his neck. Other hand on Bucky’s sweat-slicked sides.
Steve jerked him fast and inelegantly, but Bucky didn’t care in that moment. Too consumed by the realisation that he’d gained enough weight to break a bed. Steve gasping, “you cracked the slats,” finally got him over the edge. Coming over Steve’s hands in his brief.
Bucky’s knees buckled under him, and Steve manoeuvred him to lie back down on the bottom bunk, which he was also rapidly outgrowing. 500lbs max. Bucky was still caught up in the afterglow to help Steve much with getting off. He just felt bone-deep tired.
Steve was standing in front of the bed, one arm propped against the frame and resting his forehead against it. Bucky felt impossibly fatter when he let his head fall forward to look at Steve. He could feel his double-chin bunching up around his neck. His body taking up half his field of view.
Bucky couldn’t even see Steve’s hand on his dick, just the repetitive movement of his arm. The way the muscles moved, his right pec flexed and relaxed again and again. His whole body slightly jerking every time he fucked his hips up into his own fist. The bitten-off moans on his lips. All that over Bucky. The milky soft mountain of fat sitting on his upper body. The solid mass of food rounding out his stomach.
Steve’s forehead slipped off his arm and he just let his head hang for a moment. Then snapped up and locked eyes with Bucky. His pupils blown wide, lips bitten raw and coming over his own hand and torso.
Something fluttered and clenched when Steve climbed slowly onto the bed, wiped them both down with Bucky’s discarded shirt and tucked himself into Bucky’s side.
Bucky’s head reeled with a sudden realisation.
“What are we going to do about the bed?” Instead of answering Steve curled further into himself and hummed noncommittally.
“Hey, I’m serious. I don’t want to get kicked out.”
“Slat’s barely cracked, ‘ll tell Fury after end-of-summer check-in. They’re not gonna kick you out.”
Greased Watermelon Wrestling & Too Fat for the Cabin
Get Beached: A little extra
Rating: Mature
Words: 995
Relationship: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers
Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Not underage, Fat camp, Stuffing, Weight Gain, Fat!Bucky
(So, y'all might've noticed that I tried to write some other ships, but my brain is fixated on these two idiots at the moment. I hope you'll enjoy yet another Stucky ficlet.)
Steve snuck into Bucky’s cabin right after lunch as always. Thankfully, the strict schedule for the campers included an hour-long break at midday.
Bucky was lying on the bed in his cabin, the only one with a reinforced double bed. Bucky probably wouldn’t be able to fit on a single, fat spilling over the sides and no space for Steve to sit and rub his belly. He was propped up against the headboard, surrounded by snack wrappers and just tipping the last remains of a bag of chips in his mouth.
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“Didn’t you just eat lunch?” Steve asked. Bucky finally noticing him standing in the cabin.
“Barely anything. No seconds either,” Bucky whined. Steve was keeping a steady supply of snacks handy for Bucky, but now that the camp doctor and nutritionists had lowered his calories even further to maybe get him to actually lose a few pounds, Bucky was constantly demanding more food.
“Oh, poor you.” Steve’s voice dripping with mock pity.
“I’m so hungry, Steve. You can’t imagine how hungry I am.” Steve stole a kiss from him.
“You’re always hungry, Buck.” Steve’s hands grabbed at the rolls pooling into Bucky’s lap even when he was leaning back.
“Except when you feed me.”
“Today might be your lucky day. There’ll be a competition before dinner, to get you moving. Finstock’s idea: take a tub of Crisco’s, rub it on a watermelon and let you fatties fight over it.” Steve dug his hands into the fat spilling over Bucky’s sides.
“What’s the price?”
“You need a reward just to get you out of bed and down to the lake?” Steve chuckled. “’Course you do. You’d stay here all day if you could, wouldn’t you?”
Steve felt Bucky moving beneath him, knew that he was trying to arch into Steve’s touch, but he didn’t even get an inch off the bed.
“What’s a good reward for a pig? Hm? The watermelon?” Bucky whined and shook his head. “No. Maybe the pure fat it’s greased up with?”
Bucky expression flickers to curiosity for a moment, then back to disgust.
“You’re such a fatass, you actually considered it, huh?” Instead of the mocking tone Steve had shot for it came out much breathier. Bucky shoved at his chest.
“You’d like it, don’t lie. So, what’s the price?”
“Whoever wins gets to eat outside the camp. Within their daily allotted calories, of course”
“With a counsellor there to make sure I reach my goal, right?”
“You just have to get that watermelon back on land and I’ll make sure you won’t go hungry tonight. Hell, you probably won’t fit back through the door with how much I’m planning to feed you.”
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Bucky arrived at the lake after Steve even though they had left the cabin at the same time. As long as Steve had known Bucky he’d had a pretty pronounced waddle, but since the start of the summer he’s had to actually start swinging his legs out of each other’s way, which slowed him down even more. He was panting loudly, but Bucky was so used to that by now, he didn’t even bother trying to quiet his breathing.
Steve left it to Finstock to explain the competition.
After an ear-splitting whistle all the campers were charging for the watermelon that had been thrown into the shallow end of the lake. The water reached about hip-height, slowing them down even more than their fat did. Bucky’s face was scrunched up with pure determination. He waded his way out into the water.
Impressively fast for such a pig. Steve thought, watching his fat jiggle with every move.
One of the other camper’s tried to get their arms around Bucky’s belly, but he came nowhere near touching his hands together. Bucky’s been too fat for that since his second summer here. Steve knew, they’d celebrated with melted ice-cream Steve had stolen from the kitchen.
Another camper tried to get their arms around his chest instead, but no dice. That’d happened two summer’s ago, Steve still remembered when he’d discovered that. Bucky had broken the old bed in cabin thirteen that day too.
Finally, one had the sense to hang onto Bucky’s neck and even though they managed to hold on, the massive double chin on his neck kept Bucky from choking and letting the watermelon go. Bucky managed to carry the greasy fruit all the way back with the camper still hanging from his neck. When Bucky smashed the watermelon on the ground within three minutes of the start of the competition, it took a second for Finstock to catch up to the situation.
“Uh, I guess Barnes wins… impressively fast. This was supposed to be an entire afternoon activity.”
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Bucky had settled on the diner a town over for his reward. Steve had, completely selflessly of course, offered to take Bucky even though his shift would end at six. Finstock had just waved him off, happy he wouldn’t be working overtime.
Steve made sure that Bucky stuck to his calorie goal. Only problem was that the goal Steve had decided on was about thrice what Bucky was supposed to eat.
They made it back to camp long after lights out. Bucky leaning heavily on Steve to waddle up to the cabin from the car. Bucky needed a break every few meters, but they eventually made it without running into anyone.
To Steve’s surprise and delight Bucky’s overstuffed belly squeezed against the door frame when he tried to push his way through sideways. Steve tried to encourage him to suck his gut in. He failed miserably.
“’M too full.”
Bucky stifled a burp as Steve pressed against his belly. Steve planted his feet, got a bit more leverage and finally managed to get Bucky inside the cabin. He immediately collapsed on the bed, still grumbling about Steve pushing into his over-sensitive stomach.
“I think this’ll be your last time here, won’t fit through the door at all next summer.”
Rating: General Audiences
Words: 500
Relationship: James “Bucky” Barnes & Steve Rogers
Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Fat!Bucky, Fit!Steve
Bucky was bounding around the rental like a puppy that hasn’t had its walk yet. Even though Steve has definitely taken him out to breakfast just two hours ago. So, Bucky must be planning something.
“You seem awfully energetic today.” Bucky just told him to put on some shoes and finally get going, Steve.
He was pulling Steve along with a huge grin on his face and Steve couldn’t help but be infected by his energy. Half-running down the boardwalk.
“Slow down a bit, will you?”
Bucky threw his head back and whined, “I’m the fat guy here. I should be telling you to slow down.”
“Doesn’t really count when you’re a supersoldier that can deadlift a car.” They continued walking a bit slower and Steve caught up to bump his shoulder into Bucky.
“Where are we going anyway?” Bucky grinned and then stopped walking without any warning.
“Right here.” Steve caught himself before stumbling over Bucky’s feet.
There was a small dock going off the main walkway. A sign saying ‘Jet Ski Rental’ in blue letters.
“You want to ride a Jet Ski?”
“Is American dream come true.” Bucky said with a heavy Russian accent.
“I don’t think that’s a thing.”
“Are you the Russian spy, or am I?” Steve rolled his eyes, but he let himself be pulled towards the ticket booth.
“Uhm, did you check the sizing on their website?”
“This is America, Stevie. They’ve got everything in extra-large.”
“I think you might need one or two sizes bigger than XL.”
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The clerk actually does have Bucky try on multiple life vests before they even pay anything. The first vest she gives Bucky to try on he can’t even get his arms through and the seams creak when he tries to make the material stretch a bit.
The one he tries next actually fits over his shoulders, but there is no way to buckle the plastic clasps over his chest. The clerk huffs annoyed at having to dig through all their biggest sizes, but she finally pulls one out that’s more straps than life vest.
“If this doesn’t fit, we can’t rent to you.” Bucky laughs, but the clerk just hands him the vest and he nervously looks to Steve.
It looks ridiculous with the straps all the way let out, but when Bucky puts it on Steve holds his breath. The high-vis orange bows out over his belly. When Bucky snakes the buckle around his back to get it fastened Steve can see, even before it’s all the way around, that it won’t close. There’s a good two inches of space between the two pieces of the buckle. Bucky tries to suck his belly in, but it’s no use.
"You had a big breakfast." Steve tries to reassure him, but Bucky is already stomping away. Back to the boardwalk then down the next dock.
“Where are you going?”
“I’m gonna steal a Jet Ski.”
“No!” Steve once again felt like the owner of an untrained puppy.
Bucky was a sight to behold. Steve knew, of course, but when he looked at Bucky now his breath caught in his throat. He was lying back on a beach lounge chair, his hands folded behind his head. His flappy upper arms were pooling towards his chest forming a roll where he used to have defined biceps.
Even Bucky’s forearms and wrists had gotten thicker. He was fat, there was no denying that, but the way he was lounging in the sun emphasised his bulk. No sign of the toned muscle that had been there just a few years ago. Bucky’s eyes were closed, long eyelashes casting shadows on his chubby cheeks.
His chin was comfortably resting on his chest, pushed out into two thick rolls with a third threatening to develop. Steve wanted to bite at them and scrape his teeth over the scruffy beard Bucky hadn’t bothered to shave. He could imagine the way Bucky would blush and look down only emphasising the softness.
Steve would nose his way down over the wide expanse of Bucky’s chest. He used to have clearly defined pecs, but now his moobs just drooped with gravity. They hung low over his sides, almost touching the roll that had formed around his waist.
Steve had caught Bucky revelling in his softness in front of a full-length mirror before. The hard body of the Winter Soldier buried under mountains and mountains of fat. His belly wide and soft, split into two. The small roll under his moobs was nothing compared to the massive lower belly that overtook his frame, but when Bucky was well and truly stuffed at the end of each day it was the only part of him that wasn’t soft and doughy.
The spare tire around Bucky’s middle extended all the way around to his back. Even though Steve couldn’t see the fat rolls on Bucky’s back right now they were clear in his memory just from last night. The way they shook and bounced with every one of Bucky’s moves.
Steve’s eyes followed the smooth curve up towards the highest part of Bucky’s belly. His sides pressed into the arms of the chair. Undoubtedly leaving red, angry marks on top of the stretchmarks already littering Bucky’s skin.
Steve loved feeling the velvety softness of Bucky’s lower belly. The constant friction had caused the hair there to grow lighter and softer. It was his favourite place to grab a hold of Bucky and tease him while rubbing his overstuffed belly.
Bucky’s shorts were almost entirely covered by the soft overhang. Steve licked his lips. God, he looks obscene. Steve’s eyes trail down further. Bucky’s wide legs were also pressing against the sides of the chair and—
Steve felt like his brain short circuited for a second. Right there about mid-thigh, a crease in the skin. Bucky’s body so over-encumbered with fat it didn’t know where else to put it, had been forced to pile it onto his already too fat thighs.
Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Not underage, Fat camp, Stuffing, Weight Gain, Fat!Bucky
So, I had a great conversation with @wotvagyok about my fat camp AU Bucky and what might've led to Bucky breaking a bed like I mentioned in this ficlet. Thanks for the inspiration!
(I'm sorry, I can't think anymore right now. I'll fill in the spaces tomorrow, but if I don't publish this right now I'll probably not finish this challenge at all.)
“Team Cap sets up their attack, Wanda touches, high ark to Wilson, Rogers is probably their best chance at winning… but, no, Wilson sets for Barnes, is that the right decision? Let’s see if he can even get off the ground to—Barnes kills it! Stark can’t block that and with that his team is out! 21-19! A neck-and-neck race all the way. Congratulations, Team Cap!” Thor excitedly commentates jumping up from the beach.
The entire team piled onto Bucky to hug him and scream in his ear. Steve gave him a very bro-hug, grinning wide and shouting at Bucky.
“That jump was insane!” Steve yelled at him again.
“You’ve said that.” Bucky’s cheeks ached from how much he was smiling.
“I know!” Steve said in the same tone of voice, then squeezed Bucky tightly one last time and quietly added, “See you after lunch” with pointedly raised eyebrows, like Bucky wouldn’t immediately get what he was hinting at.
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They’d worked out a pretty good system over the past few summers. Plus, Bucky knew that quiet tone of voice all too well and Steve basically saying out loud that he’d sneak away to Bucky’s cabin in his lunch break? For a second everything outside of those words and Steve’s body pressed against him faded away.
However, the chatter of all the other campers came crashing back into Bucky’s consciousness when Steve turned away and started directing the other campers to the dining hall like he didn’t just—
Breathe, Barnes, he chastised himself and made his (very sore) legs to the dining hall. Scarf down the bland food, charm (beg) his way into seconds, head to the cabin and eat whatever Steve stashed there during his morning “contraband” sweep.
[...]
“Yeah, to make sure no one would find everything. Why didn’t you check the top bunk?”
“It says on the bed post the top bunk is only rated for 300 pounds?”
“Oh. Well, you don’t weigh that much more.”
“Yeah, just like 100 pounds.” Another cramp from his overstuffed belly forced a groan out of him. “Feels like double that right now.” Steve quirked his eyebrow and flicked his eyes at the ladder to the top bunk. Steve’s blue eyes darkened with the fantasy he was clearly playing out in his head right now. The air punched out of Bucky’s lungs.
“What if I break it?” he whispered. He couldn’t force himself to speak up. This— Sure, a flimsy chair had broken under the weight he’d piled on, but a bed? He’d have to tell someone. A sickeningly hot twist of pleasure raced down his spine. He’d have to admit out loud—
“Go on,” Steve interrupted his thought process, pushing Bucky to say that out loud.
“I’d— Fuck, I’d have to tell a counsellor. They’d probably take me to see Fury.” Steve swallowed drily.
“Why would they take you to the director?” Steve’s hands were clenched in fists on Bucky’s gut, belly rub forgotten for the moment.
“Get me weighed.” Steve nodded encouragingly, whispering “Why?”
“If I broke it now— Must’ve gained weight.” Bucky whined low in his throat and grabbed uselessly at the expanse of his belly before him.
“You’ve been here three weeks, you really should’ve lost some weight by now.” Steve pushed himself up from where he was sitting next to Bucky and straddled him. He pushed both his hands into the fat overhang spilling over his waistband and heaved Bucky’s belly up. Muscles and tendons working in his forearms.
“But I can barely lift this thing up.” Steve teased, then let go, letting all the fat slap back onto Bucky’s legs. That jostled his overstuffed gut so badly, Bucky wanted to curl into himself, but he was effectively immobilized by the weight of his gluttony.
The heat of his humiliation sparked his arousal like tinder. He was achingly hard. Trapped against his own fat. Twitching. Trying to rut into that friction. Steve shoved his hand between his fat pad and the fat hanging over it to blindly grab for his dick. When he found that bit of hardness, he squeezed. Tight.
“Not yet. You eat what I give you.” Bucky screwed his eyes shut and shook his head.
“Can’t,” he whined, shook his head again. Steve’s unyielding grip kept Bucky from coming all over himself at just imagining himself crawling up there and eating even more.
“Yes.” The command pierced through Bucky’s middle, making him squirm.
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Dry heat raced through his core, having him press his hand over his dick. He was riding that edge so violently he felt like he should be coming all over his own fingers, but his briefs were still only stained by that spot of precum.
“Oh, fuck, get down here. You just— Bucky!” Steve was scrambling at his back, helping him back down the ladder. Once he was firmly back on the floor, Steve plunged his hand into Bucky’s briefs. Mouth on his neck. Other hand on Bucky’s sweat-slicked sides.
Steve jerked him fast and inelegantly, but Bucky didn’t care in that moment. Too consumed by the realisation that he’d gained enough weight to break the top bunk without even putting his full weight on it. Steve gasping, “you cracked the slats,” finally got him over the edge. Coming over Steve’s hands in his brief.
Bucky’s knees finally buckled under him, and Steve manoeuvred him to lie back down on the bottom bunk, which he was also rapidly outgrowing with the amount of calories he was consuming daily. Bucky was still caught up in the afterglow to help Steve much with getting off. He just felt bone-deep tired.
Steve was standing in front of the bed, one arm propped against the frame and resting his forehead against it. Bucky felt impossibly fatter when he let his head fall forward to look at Steve. He could feel his double-chin bunching up around his neck. His body taking up half his field of view.
Bucky couldn’t even see Steve’s hand on his dick, just the repetitive movement of his arm. The way the muscles moved, his right pec flexed and relaxed again and again. His whole body slightly jerking every time he fucked his hips up into his own fist. The bitten-off moans on his lips. All that over Bucky. The milky soft mountain of fat sitting on his upper body. The solid mass of food rounding out his stomach.
Steve’s forehead slipped off his arm and he just let his head hang for a moment. Then snapped up and locked eyes with Bucky. His pupils blown wide, lips bitten raw and coming over his own hand and torso.
Something fluttered and clenched when Steve climbed slowly onto the bed, wiped them both down with Bucky’s discarded shirt and tucked himself into Bucky’s side.
Bucky’s head reeled with a sudden realisation.
“What are we going to do about the bed?” Instead of answering Steve curled further into himself and hummed noncommittally.
“Hey, I’m serious. I don’t want to get kicked out.”
“Slat’s barely cracked, ‘ll tell Fury after end-of-summer check-in. They’re not gonna kick you out.”
“Maybe not, but I don’t think they’ll let me back in next year.” Bucky rubbed at the back of his head. “Maybe you could—I don’t know—come up to my place or something.”
Steve opened his eyes again but didn’t look at Bucky. Instead, he started playing with a loose thread on the comforter.
“One more summer. Then I’ll—” Bucky sighed, his hand found its way into Steve’s hair.
“I know. I know. Degree, then job. Wherever that takes you. Just thought it’d be— We’d have more than like an hour and a handful of moments to enjoy… this.” Bucky gestured very specifically to his middle and did not think about what else he’d like Steve to want. “What if they won’t let me come back next summer? Don’t really think I qualify for the asthma camp across the lake.”
“Fury’s determined to help everyone lose weight and Stark’s stubborn as hell.”
“They’ve failed three years in a row. This time pretty hard. Y’know after breaking camp property because I gainedweight while being here.” Steve stayed quiet for a long moment. They’d had this conversation a few too many times for them not to know all the arguments by now.
“You don’t think the sneaking around’s kinda fun?” Bucky just wanted to sighed. He felt the urge to shake Steve and make him see that Bucky was in this for a whole lot more than sneaking around to fuck like high schoolers.
“Speaking of your time’s up.” Bucky felt Steve moving up, about to lie down on Bucky’s chest and say those familiar words, “just five more minutes, Buck” but when Bucky kept his eyes firmly trained straights ahead the words died in his throat. Steve sat on the edge of the bed for a moment, then pushed himself up with a deep breath.
“Do you want anything special for tomorrow?” Bucky shrugged. His eyes suddenly felt to heavy to keep them open.
“Surprise me.” A barren olive branch.
Steve disappeared into the bathroom and Bucky finally let the sigh, that had been trapped against his chest, out. He stayed on the bed with his eyes closed until Steve padded out of the bathroom, across the cabin and pushed the squeaky door handle down.
Rating: General Audiences
Words: 500
Relationship: James “Bucky” Barnes & Steve Rogers
Additional Tags: Descriptions of Very Tasty Food, Fat!Bucky, Fit!Steve
After an hour of walking Bucky was gasping for air. His backpack was sticking to his soaked through shirt. He was bent over his knees and pulling on Steve’s shirt to get him to stop.
“Would you slow down for a minute? I’m dying over here.” Steve seemed genuinely surprised by Bucky being out of breath.
“You’re a super soldier.”
“Yes, one that’s constantly carrying around 150 pounds of extra weight.” Steve grimaced sympathetically, he was at least partially at fault for that.
“I’ll stuff your backpack with weight plates next time, and we’ll see how fast you’re up the mountain.”
“Let’s take a break, ok? There’s supposed to be a bench up ahead.”
“There’d better be”, Bucky grumbled, but he straightened up again, hand going to his belly to steady himself.
Of course, the bench was at the top of the next hill, but thankfully when they made it up it was empty. Bucky let his backpack fall to the ground and sat down with a sigh. He enjoyed the moment of just sitting and looking over the scenery. He could see the Königssee, from where they had started their hike, nestled between the mountains.
Steve got his water bottle out and offered Bucky some, but he opened his own backpack.
“You can’t be serious!” Steve stared open-mouthed. “We had breakfast before coming up. When did you even pack all that?”
Bucky was arranging two ‘Leberkässemmeln’ and one of the ‘siasse Stiggal’ the woman at their accommodation likes to bake for her guests.
“I wanted to be prepared in case I got hungry.”
“You ate two hours ago and there’ll be food at the lodge we’re hiking to.” Steve couldn’t help but be in awe at Bucky’s appetite. Steve’s “You’re such a glutton.” comes out a lot more breathless than he meant to.
“You love it.” Bucky said with a smirk and took a huge bite out of the first semmel.
If Bucky was honest with himself, he was still pretty full from breakfast, but full wasn’t stuffed and he wanted to break the 400-pound mark before their vacation was over. Even though Steve’s ridiculously active itinerary made that a lot more difficult than anticipated.
Bucky managed the rest of the ascent without too much difficulty when Steve finally slowed down a bit and they took a break every half an hour. When they arrived at the Carl-von-Stahl-Haus after another two hours of hiking Bucky felt properly hungry again. However, he wasn’t about to fill up on a main course because there was a very special Austrian dessert on offer here that Bucky just had to try.
He indulged in three different variants of the famous Kaiserschmarrn. The dessert was made of fluffy dough, like thick pancakes ripped into bite-sized pieces. The pieces are then backed in butter adding even more calories to the already decadent treat. There were also peaks of whipped cream on the plate as well as generous portions of fruit compote, jam and blueberry sauce.
