It’s horrible when you feel you’re outgrowing a fandom. It’s like when you slowly lose a group of friends. When the answers to the texts take longer and longer as the days go by, and the laughters feel dimmer, like you’re no part of their inner jokes. And deep down you know it’s okay because life moves on, but you can’t help but grieve in anticipation, wondering what could possibly fill the space they currently occupy.
stucky and stuckage. steve and/or bucky getting so fat that they keep getting stuck in only narrow spaces at first, but as they get bigger and wider they start getting stuck in doorways and other, wider spaces that any normal-sized person would be able to fit through with ease. bonus points if the one who gets stuck is teased by the other about just how fat theyve gotten while theyre trying to squeeze through a doorway
Before I actually talk about your ask, which is a great idea btw, the idea of someone getting stuck and enjoying it always makes me think of a part of my kink awakening when I was a kid that I need to talk about 😅
It's a book called "Snot Stew" by Bill Wallace and the basic part of it is that two kittens are left to fend for themselves, humans find them, then they become pets. One of the kittens is relaxed and comfortable around their human owners, the other kitten isn't. The kitten that is comfortable eventually steels the other uncomfortable kitten's food as well as eating their own food. Which... and I think you can see where this is going 👀... leads to that kitten getting fat. There are descriptions of said kitten waddling around, getting fatter and fatter, until one day the kitten gets stuck in a hole in the fence outside of the house when trying to come back into the yard! The kitten is too fat to come back inside. And there's a harrowing situation/climax in the book because of the stuckage that then leads to the moral that you shouldn't be greedy and should share all the time because it will come back to bite you.
However.
You all fucking know what part my brain latched onto-
The stuckage.
Anyway. Yes. Stucky and stuckage.
Unbeta'd stucky belly kink. Warnings for consensual fat shaming, humiliation, semi-public kink, weight gain, immobility, etc.
Bucky getting a little chubby and trying to do the thing™️ where you slip through a door as it closes so you don't have to reach out and grab it yourself, re-opening it. Except. He doesn't make it. The door closes on his softly curving belly and vaguely thicker thighs and butt, Bucky thinks nothing of it though. There could be any reason for that, not necessarily because he's gaining weight.
Immediately my brain thought of this as Bucky getting fatter and fatter.
Bucky getting so fat that they keep getting stuck in only narrow spaces at first, but as they get bigger and wider they start getting stuck in doorways and other, wider spaces that any normal-sized person would be able to fit through with ease.
Bucky getting stuck between the wall and Steve when Steve sneaks past him in their apartment hallway. Bucky is more flustered by having Steve so close to him, a goddamn wall of muscle, than he is flustered by feeling himself squish into the wall.
Bucky getting not exactly stuck but hitting his widening hips on corners, tables, chairs, and everything. He's not used to the size of his body anymore, exploding out. Wider and wider. Heavier and heavier. Steve notices the bruises coloring his softening flesh, he kisses them while saying things in a worshipful tone that... wouldn't be nice if he weren't all about Bucky's increasing fat. "Getting all fat and clumsy on me, hm Buck? Gonna start waddling around soon under all this thick, soft fat? Make your ass bruise easier than an overripe peach as you start losing your balance, growing more, huh, fatty? Could bruise you like this, just barely pinching your fat tummy. You poor big baby."
Bucky getting stuck in the tighter spaces in their apartment, like the tiny tiny supply closet they have. If Steve isn't there, Bucky let's himself enjoy the moment (unless he's running late to do something else, then he huffs in frustation), the feeling of his plush fat squished will never get old, then tries to shimmy his way out or calls Steve over to help. Speaking of which, if Steve is with him, Steve makes a big deal out of it. Faking his "hardest" shoves and pushes, claiming he can't get Bucky out and they're gonna have to call the fire department so they can cut the drywall or furniture or whatever is around him, entrapping him. They're gonna have to call and... "then they'll come and see nothing but a big, fat whale stuck. Beached on land. Struggling to do anything for himself. So fat and useless."
Bucky getting stuck in diner booths because he's too big. Fat belly pouring over the edge of the table where it cuts into him. Blushing hard and stifling moaning burps as Steve covertly tries to slide him out, whispering in Bucky's ear, "if you break this booth, they're gonna make us pay for damages and we both know we can't afford that and also afford your huge fucking appetite or your tent sized clothes, so c'mon, get a move on. Or should I say get a moove on, you huge cow." His whispering does not ease Bucky's blushing or his moaning. Nor does it help his situation because he's a lot more reluctant to get up when he has an erection than when he doesn't (not that the major tent he's pitching will be visible under his massive stomach, hanging low, even as stuffed as he is).
Bucky getting stuck in his car. His belly is too wide and heavy, pressing against the steering wheel and center console and door of his little car and he has to call Steve to help him out. Steve says he will only help him out if Bucky will go in Steve's truck to a drive-thru after. Bucky's stomach growls. He has to agree. All the way to the drive-thru (actually, the drive-thrus, as in multiple, because Bucky is too fat to be satisfied after just one), Steve has one hand on Bucky's massive thigh, squeezing and saying terrible things in that smooth, sweet voice. It makes Bucky's head spin and his nerves ignite with heat. "Eventually, y’know, when you're craving fast food and you eat yourself outta fitting in my truck like you did your own fucking car, I'm gonna have to get a crane to put yoy in the bed of the truck and take you from drive-thru to drive-thru that way... I just hope you never get over the weight limit so we can't do that either."
Bucky getting stuck in doorways. Wide hips and rolls and rolls of blubber pressing against the walls. Steve finding him when he's unsuspecting because Bucky didn't call out, so used to getting stuck by this point, having gotten so large... Steve just walks right into Bucky's fat ass. Literally. He's looking down at his phone, not forward as he wanders through their apartment until BAM! He's stopped by Bucky's huge figure, literally bouncing off of him and back a little ways. Steve groans in arousal once he realizes what's happened. Then, he growls, "you stuck, fatty?" as he gropes Bucky's doorway-wide ass, grabbing handfuls of fat, sticking his fingers in between the tight rolls of blubber around his sides and back, pinching his wobbling thighs, petting his fat arms... Bucky shudders under his touch, feeling like prey under a predators paw. (Steve may or may not go with the porn approach of trying to fuck him until he becomes unstuck, thrusts jostling his huge body enough to slip free and crash down onto the floor with a moan. All of his fat jiggling and making him finally come in combination with Steve's dick sliding between his cheeks because said cheeks are too fat and round for Steve to slide all the way inside his hole 🤤)
(kinda like this art by @namjoonscutetummy )
Also, just, Bucky getting stuck on the couch when it gives out under his massive ass 😳 (is he then stuck on the floor? 🤔 if the couch is in two pieces on either side of him?)
Are Kaiju's good ideas in apartments?
He started so small too!
Drew this late last night so didn't bother too much with too much background detail. But happy with the results. He seems quite happy there despite his growth spurt.
