The Good Life
Title: The Good Life
Author: chubbyboys_mod
Pairings: Sam/Dean
Warnings: sex
Summary: The Apocalypse is over and Sam and Dean enjoy their new-found "normalcy".
A/N: This story was inspired by this pic chubchester sent me. It's a sequel to "Forcefeeding" ( 1a - 1b - 2a - 2b - 3a - 3b), but you don't need to read it to know what's going on. It's less extreme than the prequel. Oh, and this is the first time I write wincest so... you know... sorry.
A year after the Apocalypse (well, after the non-Apocalypse, cause somehow Sam had managed to stop it) they boys had finally found some normalcy.
Dean managed to lose some weight, but the weight loss had stopped around 700 pounds. Doctors hadn’t been able to help him anymore and him and Sam decided that they were both happy that way.
Yes, both. After his kidnapping Dean was completely unable to do anything by himself. He was immobilized by his own weight, so he had to rely on his younger brother for his every need. Sammy had to bath him, feed him, help him to get dressed… Well, back then at 900 + pounds there were no clothes to dress him, just a sheet covering his lap. Sam didn’t protest once. He thought it was his job to take care of his big brother like Dean had done for him when they were little. They got to such level of intimacy that their brotherly love morphed into something deeper.
Sam discovered that he loved the softness of his big brother’s new body. He loved Dean’s rolls and specially his belly. After bath time he would lie next to him on the huge bed and stroke his enormous stomach and boobs, enjoying its softness. It would lull Dean to sleep.
One day he adventured beyond while Dean was asleep. He lifted Dean’s belly experimentally, wanting to feel its weight. That day everything changed. Dean woke up startled, confused, panic clear on his face when he saw Sammy “researching” under his huge belly. Well, he didn’t see Sammy, he could see his feet and felt him under there. Then he blushed when his dick showed interest in his brother’s actions, and Sam smirked knowingly. He had the most powerful orgasm that night.
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Sunday morning and Sam’s reading the paper when Dean shows up after his morning “walk”. Accepting that his situation was permanent and knowing that Dean couldn’t be on his feet for more than 10 minutes due to his weight, they decided to purchase a special chair for him. And that’s where he was now. Wearing a t-shirt that barely covered his chest and a pair of huge sweatpants, he was a sight. Sitting on his chair, his belly hung low between his knees, thick calves visible under it. He loved the way the t-shirt showed Dean’s stomach, and how he could guess his breasts under the soft fabric.
Dean noticed the way Sam was looking at him and raised an eyebrow.
“What?”
“You. Bed. Now.”
“What? But I only had one breakfast today…” he whines.
Sam gulps his coffee down and stands up.
“Let’s go.”
Dean sighs. “Okay…” he makes a move to drive the chair to the bedroom when Sam’s hand stops him.
“No. I want to see you walk.”
With Sam’s help Dean is unsteadily on his feet after 5 minutes. He’s even more impressive that way, glorious belly hanging wide and low.
Sam motions to the bedroom.
“You first.”
Dean sighs and starts his slow and exhausting waddle to the bedroom while Sam watches him. He loves seeing his brother in action, all that heavy flab moving, the way he can barely walk…
Before Dean knows what’s going on, he is pushed onto the bed on his back and stripped. Sam knows that Dean is helpless laying like that, and he takes advantage of it.
“Dean, I want you to fuck me open with your fat fingers.”
Dean grunts, feeling the words going straight to his downstairs brain. He would have never guessed Sam had such a dirty mouth, and he had been more than surprised the day he found out, but he loved it.
Sam positioned himself on Dean’s mountainous belly facing his brother’s legs, straddling it like a horse.
He had to bit his lip when the first chubby digit entered his hole without preambles. As Dean started working the finger in and out his baby brother’s ass, Sam started riding the belly. Enjoying the feeling of the soft fat against his hard cock.
“Geez Dean… I’m going to come soon. I need more.”
Dean complied, starting to work the second finger into the red puffy hole. Sam started fucking himself on his brother’s digits.
“Sammy… you should see you from this angle…”
All Dean could see was the huge mountain of fat his belly was, and Sam’s perfect muscled back, riding him. He could feel himself trapped under Sammy’s and his own weight, hard cock confined under his belly, rubbing against it with each of Sammy’s thrusts. He could feel Sam’s cock mounting him. He could see and feel his own fingers stretching his brother's hole to its limits, disappearing inside. And he added a third finger.
That was too much for Sam, who came all over Dean’s belly, but he didn’t stop rubbing himself against his brother until he had come too.
They laid there. Sweating and exhausted, trying to catch their breath. Sam rested his head on his brother’s belly, caressing it with both hands. While Dean just laid there, eyes closed, drifting to sleep.
“Dean?”
“Mmmh?”
Sam placed a kiss on Dean's belly button.
“Don’t ever change.”
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