There's no telling what she filled him up with.

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There's no telling what she filled him up with.
Resting on the best kind of bed
Merry Chrima
here are some Winchester creme puffs for your troubles.
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Small new and old art dump
I thought I'd share a few doodles here.
There's just something about a rabbit food eater losing control of their diet.
((Even if it means it was low-key sabotaged. ))
-Moose tiddies under the cut-
"I do not have a weight problem". Adam looked at Sam's massive gut. "Please, you're nearly as fat as Dean is - and he can barely walk!"
"Well, yeah, obviously Dean's got issues with his weight...I don't think anybody's surprised by that." Turning away from Adam, Sam waddled to the kitchen table, and lowered himself very carefully into a chair. It creaked alarmingly under his weight, and Adam winced. It was a nice dining room set, and Dean had already smashed one. "I mean, ever since he got that job at the burger place in high school - "
"And then won the 'free pie for a year' contest at the bakery after that, uh huh, yeah, I remember," Adam agreed impatiently. Sam was right: when Dean had started putting on weight, it was more of an inevitability than anything, given his eating habits. Definitely not unexpected.
Sam had been...a little more surprising.
Just wanted more of that favourite child Sam fic. Sam throws a tantrum and Dean’s the one who gets in trouble for it? ‘How could you let your brother get so upset Dean? Why did you say no?’ Never mind Dean didn’t actually do anything to provoke it, Sam just blamed him, and John always believes his special little boy Sammy.
"How could you let this happen?" Dad demanded, glaring down at Dean where he sat on his bed, reading a comic book.
Dean blinked up at him. "What?"
"What do you think?"
Dean frowned. He'd been able to hear his younger brother's familiar wails for a while now, but had assumed that Dad would take care of it, like he always did. Probably, Sammy had eaten himself too heavy to get up and get another snack. That seemed to set him off a lot. Or the remote had fallen into a crack in the couch or something. But Dad couldn't be talking about the screaming, could he? Dean didn't have anything to do with that. He hadn't even been out of his room all day.
New kid tries bullying the fattest kid in school to prove himself. No one told him what happens to people who try anything on Sam Winchester though.
(A very protective and doting Dean and an extremely fat Sam fic)
When Dirk saw the kid, he could hardly believe his eyes. Sure, he knew people that big existed. They were on TV all the time, whining about how they got picked on all the time when they were little or their parents were mean or they broke their leg one summer and that was why they couldn't stop stuffing their faces with fried chicken. But he'd never actually seen one in person before.
"Holy shit," he said, laughing incredulously, eyes fixed on the super-fatty across the cafeteria. "Who's the blimpazoid?"
"Uhh." Dirk couldn't remember the name of the kid who was showing him around on the first day. He cast a nervous glance at Dirk's target. "Trust me, man. You don't wanna. It's not worth it."
"What?" Dirk mockingly raised his eyebrows. "He gonna sit on me? Please. Kid can barely walk."