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[achubbydumpling]

Eating Contest: Part 1

Get Beached: Original S'more

Rating: Mature Words: 500 Relationship: James “Bucky” Barnes/Steve Rogers Additional Tags: Belly Kink, Starter Belly Steve, Stuffing

“I hope you haven’t had breakfast yet, Stevie.” Bucky swaggered in with a cocky grin and a colourful flyer waving in his hand.

“Because I have found the perfect sport for you.”

“Sport?”, Steve frowned, “I thought your whole thing was about the exact opposite of that.” Steve couldn’t help but laugh when he read the heading.

“A pie eating contest? That’s not a sport.”

“I am disappointed in your ignorantly narrow definitions of a sport. If golf is a sport so’s this and I promise, it’ll have you panting by the end. Unless you don’t think you can win.”

So, maybe Steve had a bit of a competitive streak and Bucky questioning his ability to eat had them driving an hour so Steve could prove himself. Maybe that was Bucky’s plan all along to get Steve to eat his weight in pie.

“First time competitor and national hero. Standing at 6’4’’, with a fighting weight of 260 pounds. It’s Captain America!” When Steve hit the stage at Knott's Berry Farm the crowd dissolved into an incoherent mass of screaming.

“Contestants, you have eight minutes to eat as much pie as you can. The record to beat is 14 pounds set by the incredible Joey Chestnut.” A brow-haired guy to seat down from Steve starts whooping and waving his arms around. Steve was still hung up on the number. Just one pie was a lot of food, even though Steve had eaten a whole one before, but fifteen pounds? Before Steve could get his nerves up the contest started.

Steve picked up the first slice and just tried to cram as much into his mouth as possible, most of the filling dropped back onto the plate. It was good food, not too sweet, but the majority of his first bite had been crust and he could barely swallow.

He scooped up the filling that had fallen out which helped rehydrate his mouth. Then he stuffed the rest of the crust in his mouth. First one down. The food hit Steve’s empty stomach and he felt even more ravenous. He hadn’t eaten anything since yesterday and it was almost noon. He’d have plenty of room. Plus, the feeding session he had done with Bucky over the past few months hopefully helped his capacity.

Steve doubled down when he heard Chestnut had already eaten his first two slices. He smashed the pie between his hands to stuff equal part of crust and filling into his mouth. The motion became mechanical, and Steve at first didn’t even feel his stomach expanding to accommodate all this food.

Three pie tins down though he was very grateful that he had put on some of his newly bought, bigger jeans. He’d just barely put on 20 pounds, but with how tight he wore his jeans none of them buttoned anymore after a day of eating. Now, with more than a day’s worth of calories crammed into his stomach the waistband was just starting to get tight.

(500 words is so little! I'll continue this tomorrow.)

[achubbydumpling]

Soaking up the Sun

Get Beached: Original S'more

Rating: Mature Words: 500 Relationship: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers Additional Tags: Belly Kink, Fat Bucky, Fat Appreciation

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.