Warmth and Love; Sam/Dean, obese!Dean, infantilism
Disclaimer: Complete and utter fiction! This is also my first time writing anything with weight gain/stuff like it.
"Bath time, Deanie!" Sam announced, using the nickname their parents used like always. Granted, it was the only name Sam called his brother anymore, other than "baby", "hon", and some others that mostly had to do with Dean's weight, which was rapidly increasing, much to Sam's delight.
Sucking on his pacifier, which was attached to a feeding tube/machine and pumping out a thick, chocolate mixture of sugar and cream, Dean fussed and whined a bit when Sam took off the blankets covering his body. But Dean couldn't really move much, so it was pointless.
The blankets covering his baby revealed rolls and rolls of fat, pale white with freckles stretched out and dotting Dean's skin every few inches. A massive face with several chins (four since Sam last counted, although he could see a fifth growing) and bloated cheeks, going down to fatty arms covered in cellulite and rolls. The largest part of Dean's body was his stomach, covering up halfway down his large calves, which now sported rolls of their own, much to Sam's delight. Hips flopping out and covering most of the bed, trailing to a massive rear that jiggled uncontrollably at the slightest movement, Sam loved every part of his brother's body.
Putting down the large bucket of water, making the liquid inside slosh around a bit, and wet the floor, Sam smiled at he grabbed a sponge to start washing Dean. Listening to the rhythmic sucking of the older's pacifier, and the whirring of the feeding machine, Sam hummed to himself and lifted up some of Dean's rolls to wash underneath.
Whining at the cold water, Dean's face showed distress and he sucked harder at his pacifier, trying to compensate for the loss of warmth from his blankets. They had been doing this Daddy/little boy thing for almost two years now, and well...since Sam let Dean do most of what he wanted, the older Winchester ate whatever he wanted. And eating so much, while not having to hunt or anything of the sort, later resulted in Dean's figure today.
"You're doing really good, cream puff. Just relax," Sam shushed, standing up to kiss Dean's fat cheeks, and feeling his lips sink in. Trying to shush Dean's continuing whining, Sam rubbed the older's large moobs, which usually calmed his brother down, for whatever reason.
Cooing happily behind his pacifier at that, Dean blushed and watched the cartoons playing on the large screen TV, mounted high up on the wall, so Dean could see above his gigantic tummy. He didn't really understand what any of the characters were saying, but he liked the bright colors.
Getting back on his knees, Sam grunted lightly at lifting up his love's rolls, getting underneath them and making Dean's skin was soft and clean. His brother used to wear custom onesies, but he quickly outgrew them until Sam just decided that the money that went to Dean's clothes, could go to his food instead. So far, Dean weighed 967 pounds, since Sam weighed him a month ago on an industrial scale, so it had gone up since then.
Moving over to the large task of washing Dean's tummy, Sam sat on top of a large roll that made up his baby's underbelly, which was mostly covered these days. "Daddy's gonna get you a treat once we're done, Deanie. Dinner time's coming up soon, and hopefully I made enough this time."
Green eyes lit up at the prospect of dinner, and Dean actually wiggled a bit in happiness, even though it didn't look like he even moved. His chins jiggled and his stomach emitted a low growl, making Dean go back to sucking at his pacifier and filling up with his chocolate mixture.
Sam smiled and kissed his baby's swollen fingers, which moved around sluggishly every so often. "Yeah, baby. Dinner's coming up soon." After half an hour, Sam finished washing Dean up and dried him off with a large towel, before getting all of his blankets back on, making his brother smile behind his pacifier.
Enormous stomach growling more and more, Dean whined and started to cry, getting hungrier and hungrier even as he was sucking from his pacifier and filling him up. He wanted Daddy to come and feed him lots and lots like always. Small hunger pains licked the inside of Dean's belly, and his face turned red with anguish.
"I'm coming, Deanie! Just wait a second," Sam called, increasing his pace as he pushed cart after cart of food into their room. Each was stacked high with different kinds of food, since Dean wasn't too picky in terms of what he ate, so long as it looked and tasted good.
Flicking off the feeding machine, and taking Dean's pacifier out of his mouth, Sam shushed his brother softly and wiped away the tears and snot from the older's face. "Daddy's got your dinner, babe. It's okay..."
Hiccuping and making his rolls wobble, Dean opened his mouth as wide as he could, stomach growling so loudly it echoed off the room. Feeling better once Daddy pushed several pieces of pizza inside, Dean closed his mouth and chewed hungrily, making cute eating noises as he did so. Grease dribbled from his mouth and onto the ridiculously sized bib Sam tied around his fat neck.
"Good boy," Sam praised, petting Dean's hair as he fed his love at a satisfying pace. Within twenty minutes, Dean had already cleared a whole cart, and thankfully there was at least six more. And then dessert would happen after, carts piled high with ice cream, brownies, cupcakes, cookies, and most of all pie.
Anything for Sam's baby boy.
"Bath time, Deanie!" Sam announced, using the nickname their parents used like always. Granted, it was the only name Sam called his brother anymore, other than "baby", "hon", and some others that mostly had to do with Dean's weight, which was rapidly increasing, much to Sam's delight.
Sucking on his pacifier, which was attached to a feeding tube/machine and pumping out a thick, chocolate mixture of sugar and cream, Dean fussed and whined a bit when Sam took off the blankets covering his body. But Dean couldn't really move much, so it was pointless.
The blankets covering his baby revealed rolls and rolls of fat, pale white with freckles stretched out and dotting Dean's skin every few inches. A massive face with several chins (four since Sam last counted, although he could see a fifth growing) and bloated cheeks, going down to fatty arms covered in cellulite and rolls. The largest part of Dean's body was his stomach, covering up halfway down his large calves, which now sported rolls of their own, much to Sam's delight. Hips flopping out and covering most of the bed, trailing to a massive rear that jiggled uncontrollably at the slightest movement, Sam loved every part of his brother's body.
Putting down the large bucket of water, making the liquid inside slosh around a bit, and wet the floor, Sam smiled at he grabbed a sponge to start washing Dean. Listening to the rhythmic sucking of the older's pacifier, and the whirring of the feeding machine, Sam hummed to himself and lifted up some of Dean's rolls to wash underneath.
Whining at the cold water, Dean's face showed distress and he sucked harder at his pacifier, trying to compensate for the loss of warmth from his blankets. They had been doing this Daddy/little boy thing for almost two years now, and well...since Sam let Dean do most of what he wanted, the older Winchester ate whatever he wanted. And eating so much, while not having to hunt or anything of the sort, later resulted in Dean's figure today.
"You're doing really good, cream puff. Just relax," Sam shushed, standing up to kiss Dean's fat cheeks, and feeling his lips sink in. Trying to shush Dean's continuing whining, Sam rubbed the older's large moobs, which usually calmed his brother down, for whatever reason.
Cooing happily behind his pacifier at that, Dean blushed and watched the cartoons playing on the large screen TV, mounted high up on the wall, so Dean could see above his gigantic tummy. He didn't really understand what any of the characters were saying, but he liked the bright colors.
Getting back on his knees, Sam grunted lightly at lifting up his love's rolls, getting underneath them and making Dean's skin was soft and clean. His brother used to wear custom onesies, but he quickly outgrew them until Sam just decided that the money that went to Dean's clothes, could go to his food instead. So far, Dean weighed 967 pounds, since Sam weighed him a month ago on an industrial scale, so it had gone up since then.
Moving over to the large task of washing Dean's tummy, Sam sat on top of a large roll that made up his baby's underbelly, which was mostly covered these days. "Daddy's gonna get you a treat once we're done, Deanie. Dinner time's coming up soon, and hopefully I made enough this time."
Green eyes lit up at the prospect of dinner, and Dean actually wiggled a bit in happiness, even though it didn't look like he even moved. His chins jiggled and his stomach emitted a low growl, making Dean go back to sucking at his pacifier and filling up with his chocolate mixture.
Sam smiled and kissed his baby's swollen fingers, which moved around sluggishly every so often. "Yeah, baby. Dinner's coming up soon." After half an hour, Sam finished washing Dean up and dried him off with a large towel, before getting all of his blankets back on, making his brother smile behind his pacifier.
Enormous stomach growling more and more, Dean whined and started to cry, getting hungrier and hungrier even as he was sucking from his pacifier and filling him up. He wanted Daddy to come and feed him lots and lots like always. Small hunger pains licked the inside of Dean's belly, and his face turned red with anguish.
"I'm coming, Deanie! Just wait a second," Sam called, increasing his pace as he pushed cart after cart of food into their room. Each was stacked high with different kinds of food, since Dean wasn't too picky in terms of what he ate, so long as it looked and tasted good.
Flicking off the feeding machine, and taking Dean's pacifier out of his mouth, Sam shushed his brother softly and wiped away the tears and snot from the older's face. "Daddy's got your dinner, babe. It's okay..."
Hiccuping and making his rolls wobble, Dean opened his mouth as wide as he could, stomach growling so loudly it echoed off the room. Feeling better once Daddy pushed several pieces of pizza inside, Dean closed his mouth and chewed hungrily, making cute eating noises as he did so. Grease dribbled from his mouth and onto the ridiculously sized bib Sam tied around his fat neck.
"Good boy," Sam praised, petting Dean's hair as he fed his love at a satisfying pace. Within twenty minutes, Dean had already cleared a whole cart, and thankfully there was at least six more. And then dessert would happen after, carts piled high with ice cream, brownies, cupcakes, cookies, and most of all pie.
Anything for Sam's baby boy.