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"Bucky is willing to do whatever it takes to woo his long-time crush Natasha, even going so far as to gain a bunch of weight. But for some reason, Steve seems to be way more affected than Nat…"
New chubby Bucky fic! So far, there's one chapter posted!
I absolute ADORE your version of chubby pre serum Steve!! I was wondering if you ever thought about writing some romanogers featuring feeder Natasha and tiny chubby Steve? Or even Steve x Natasha x Bucky??
I haven't thought recently about it before buuuut something about this ask sparked an AU in my brain. And hear me out:
Natasha with tiny, tiny chubby Steve. Yes. But-
More specifically, Royal Natasha with a Tiny (but chubby) Fairy Steve.
Warning for unbeta'd Steve × Natasha belly kink with weight gain, stuffing, microphilia, and some magical shit lol:
And suddenly this AU is in my head...
Princess Natasha who has nothing to do and has to entertain herself because there's nothing really do to with the King and Queen still around even though Natasha is a grown woman, in her 20s, you know royalty, they had to have children. And Natasha's parents started young under expectations to keep up the bloodline, so despite Natasha having come of age... they're still kicking it. It's just too bad that Natasha is the only baby the King and Queen ever had, so she's the direct next heir to the throne. She gets all the spoiling- all of the riches of the kingdom without any responsibilities just yet.
Anyway, she spends a lot of time entertaining herself. She spends lots of time in the woods, riding horses, and has talked the King, her father, into letting her train with their army. Entertainment. More of it than a young lady is thought to be allowed at the time. But, whatever. She's the princess. She can do what she likes. (I'm thinking vague, vague Meredith from brave vibes-? Natasha is badass with her weapons and daggers in general still-black-widow vibes too but a Princess.)
And one time when she's in the woods, carving up a tree with her throwing daggers, she happens upon one of the myths of their kingdom in the flesh.
A fairy!
A fairy that - after being distracted by the sound of a far off owl hoot which throws her off, so she throws her knife poorly and has to go retrieve it from the forest not the tree - is hiding under the leaves of a tree. Hiding but unable to keep silent because the poor thing- the tiny magic creature is crying!
And after some coaxing and building trust, Natasha is able to learn that this fairy- Steve (not exactly the name she'd expect from a magic being but okay) has been exiled from the hive! He didn't fit in. The others didn't like him. He had to leave. He doesn't know what to do. He hasn't known what to do. And, oh my-
It sure looks like he didn't know what to do because he's skinnier than some of the twigs on the trees around. His tiny ribs poke out on his pale, freckled sides. His legs are all teeny tiny bones, no soft flesh anywhere- anywhere, he's clothed only in a little vine and leaf shorts. His golden, sparkly but translucent wings are dull and don't flutter often, they barely even twitch. His little face is gaunt, making his blue, blue eyes look even larger as they peer up at her through his golden hair.
Natasha convinces the poor thing to climb into her palm after a while. Natasha shares her lunch with him, just a fraction of her meal, but it fills Steve up so much his belly bulges out like he's swallowed a large marble. The dome of his tummy strains around his meal, making gurgling sounds and flushing pink just like his face. He's so Round. So heavy and immense with his meal.
All the while they chat while Steve eats, inhaling the crumbs like he's never eaten anything before. They become friends.
...
Natasha comes back the next day, Steve stays where he is in the forest, so they can find each other and meet up again. But this time Natasha has extra food for him- things she specifically thinks he will like or want to try: pastry crumbs, chocolate, bits of steak, etc. She brings things he has eaten before too, in case he's not hungry enough to be adventurous again like he was the first day: honey and berries and mint leaves and other edible plants. Steve eats as much as he can at once. Then he waits until he can eat more. Stuffing himself with both the familiar and unfamiliar foods. By the end of it, he's flat on his back with his wings pinned under him - the most vulnerable position for a fairy since it means they can't get away easily - and his belly arching out over him.
After that second day, Princess Natasha comes back again and again and again, every day, to the same spot in the forest. She returns to the fairy. They become closer and closer until eventually she convinces Steve that he can be her companion and pet and she smuggles him back into the castle with her.
In the castle they chat, exchanging the details of their worlds, but, Steve for the first part mostly eats. He gorges himself on anything he can get his tiny hands on. He cools off after a while, once the threat of starving isn't so immediate, but he is still outrageous hungry. He can't stop himself. There's so much food. So much food and it's constantly available. Of course, he's gonna eat!
Once, Natasha pokes him in the tummy after one of those gorging sessions with a very gentle, single fingertip but it still jostles a burp out of him. Which makes him feel better, belly less tight with gas. After that experience, Steve begs the princess to rub his tummy with a single finger often. He rolls over and gives her the softest eyes, claiming he needs it just like he needed more food two seconds ago. (Spolier alert: he didn't need more and is now regretting having more because his tummy hurts.)
Begging for belly rubs often, Steve is stuffed on sugary human food more often then not. He has a sweet tooth.
And the fairy eats and eats and eats. He eats so much that he puts on weight. First, he bounces back to his normal weight- the correct weight for a fairy. Then, he gets a little curvy. Curvy turns into chubby. Aaaaand chubby turns into fat (not there's a real distinct line between chubby versus fat though, not when you have the tiny body of a fairy).
But, jeezes, Steve has never seen a fat fairy! Never in his hive or rival hives or any mention of fat fairies in their tales of years past! Natasha has never heard of a fat fairy and she's a human- humans know basically everything!
Steve becomes the first fat fairy.
He gets chubby. So chubby that he can't fly on his delicate, flitting wings. If he wants to go anywhere in the castle - since it's not build for fairies and is large scale - Natasha has to carry him. He can't fly behind her, then hide in her dress when people approach anymore. God, his little body can hardly even walk most of the time. He's not build to be so chubby! But he loves being chubby.
He loves laying flat on his back, splayed out, and feeling sparkling and radiant inside because he's stuffed so full that every inch of him is full. So full that when he runs his fingers over his tummy it feels like magic even though he's not making an effort to channel his aura there. His tummy round and hard. He loves when the princess chuckles at him and picks him up, doing whatever she pleases with him.
And he really really loves when Natasha gives him extra special treats- moist crumbs of the King and Queen's wedding anniversary cake, exotic treats from the kingdom over, seasonal fruits, etc.
However, his favorite treat by far is when Natasha steals full jars of honey from the kitchen. Honey reminds him of the good parts of home. Honey is instinctively a fairy food but he never got much of it. His new home is better than the old but yeah... it's good. With the princess though...
With the princess, she takes the honey drizzler, swirls it through the jar to gather a good amount, and then makes a long stream of the viscious liquid drip from the tip of it down into Steve's mouth. Natasha keeps the stream going and going and going until the fairies tummy is full of honey. Not all of the jar but a good amount. Enough that when she pets his tummy it'll be heavy but not fully hard. He's malleable. His fat tummy is soft and plush. He burps and it tastes like honey. All of the sugar makes him drunk. He quivers and shakes with the weight of the honey inside him, weighing him down 🥴
Uh, yeah, that's my thoughts, idk where they came from
