Be Careful What You Say 1/1
Title: Be Careful What You Say
Author: Sagaluthien sagas_stories
Fandom & Characters: SPN, Dean/Sam
Rating & Warning: NC-17, curse, fat, sex
Beta: Tena
Disclaimer: Do not own them, just borrowed
Author's Note: This comes from a wish at spnkink_meme and the complete wish is to be seen Here.
Summary: Unknown to Sam someone take offence of what he say's and Sam learn the big way what happens.
They entered the diner together. There were a few people there, eating at different tables, but looking like they were enjoying the buffet a lot, not only by their large portions, all looked after it as well. Sam and Dean looked at each other and decided that this could be a good diner. They sat down at the bar.
Dean ordered a burger and beer, while Sam chose chicken and fries. They didn't talk much. Dean snatched a few fries and also took a few pieces to feed Sam with, especially after Sam complained about Dean eating his food too. If there hadn't been other people, Dean would have stolen some kisses as well.
After some time, Dean noticed people were not looking at them as they went to the buffet to refill their plates. He got a little bolder and started more than the ordinary patting and touching. He got a few wondering looks from Sam, and they slowly changed to more heated ones.
When they had almost finished eating, Dean stole a glance between Sam's legs and saw the bulge in his jeans. Dean had one of his own and they would probably have hurry to the motel as soon as they left.
While leaving, Sam not so smoothly said that he was happy that he didn't look like any of those in there. Dean stayed silent, but if he hadn't been out of the door and had seen some of the people's glares he might have had said something.
In the car Sam could not keep from duplicating what Dean had done to him in the diner, knowing that his brother had to concentrate on driving. He moved closer, to be able to reach as much as possible.
"Saaaaaaam. STOP!" Dean tried to push him away. "If you don't stop, I'll drive into a ditch and you know what I will do then."
Sam stopped after giving his brother another kiss on the cheek. Luckily he could restrain himself until Dean had driven them to their motel, although once inside, neither could keep their hands away from the other.
Their mouths were attached to each others, hands pulling at clothes or body parts, and somehow they managed to get to where the bed was and fall down there. Their clothes lay scattered in their wake.
"Please, I want you inside me now," Sam managed to get out.
Dean was not slow and somehow he had put lube on his fingers and started to prepare Sam's hole. Sam became a little too eager, but it didn't matter how he tried to encourage Dean, his brother took his time to do it properly. Dean felt the bliss when he finally pushed inside of Sam.
"Ooooh, yeah! Right there, that’s great," Sam said as Dean hit his prostate.
Encouraged, Dean sped up, trying to maintain the same angle. He put one hand on Sam's cock, pumping it at the same speed, wanting his little brother to come at the same time. Feeling him moaning and twitching, they were soon there and Dean shot his load inside Sam, feeling his hand become wet with Sam's come at the same time.
Rolling off, he said as soon as he had breath, "Fuck that was good."
"Mmmmm." Sam turned and threw an arm over Dean and then fell asleep.
They continued on their journey for the next hunt, and when they weren't driving, eating or researching, they fucked.
Sam huffed. In the past few day's, his jeans had felt tighter, and now he didn't seem to be able to button them up. He lay on the bed and tried, without a better result. He gave up, and then went to the bathroom to look in the mirror. He could see that he had filled out. It was not only that his jeans looked tight, his shirt did as well. Sam shrugged. He probably just had to move around some more. It had been a little slow lately with hunting.
When he told Dean that he needed buy some new clothes, Dean said that he had always been skinny anyway, so it was time he grew a little. Sam thought that their sex had gotten better and that Dean showed that he loved him bigger. It was only that Sam could not understand why he had gained weight when he didn't eat any differently, and they had been on some hunts which made them run and workout when they had to dig several graves.
All too soon, Sam needed to buy new clothes again, and he became aware that he was getting out of breath faster. He also slowly noticed that even though he had first gained weight all over his body, now it added more to his stomach, then the breast and over thighs and upper arms.
Sam didn't like the change at all, not even if Dean actually paid more attention to him. For some time, Sam tried to eat less and exercise himself to the point of exhaustion, but he still gained weight. The only thing he still thought was positive was the sex, especially when he felt like he wanted more of it.
Two months went on, with fantastic sex, less hunts, and new clothes as he seemed to grow out them rapidly, and it became harder to move quickly as he grew larger.
"Dean, don't you think something is wrong here?" Sam said as they lay in a bed after a new session of lovemaking.
"What would that be?" Dean said stroking over Sam's now very large body.
"That I'm becoming fat no matter what I do. You've seen me barely eat."
Dean kissed Sam's stomach which swelled forward and also hung down over his hips. Then Dean looked up, starting to fondle one of Sam's breasts, which had also become big and hung down.
"What do you think caused it?" Dean asked, as he knew his brother had thought about it a lot before speaking up.
Sam was silent for a long moment. He pushed Dean away and with some difficulty, sat up.
"If I had been a big eater with a lot of greasy food, it would have been easier to understand, but I have never heard or read about gaining weight when you don't eat. So there must be something else causing it." Sam moved so that he leaned against the headboard, spreading his legs to make room for his stomach. Dean changed position too.
"Then there must be a curse, but who and what put it on me?" Sam asked.
"I don't think we're met any witches recently, and I don't want to believe that there is a trickster, but you never know," Dean said, not daring to keep touching Sam.
The following day they were on the road for a new hunt. It meant that the time that they had for sex became non existent. Sam was happy that he seemed, for the time being, not to be gaining anything. Dean had to do the most of the strenuous work. When they asked around, they often used their FBI ID cards. Some people looked at Sam, but didn't say anything, though there were some that dared to make comments about his body size.
The ghost that had haunted the town taunted them, although when they finally corned the ghost, Sam just banished it. Sam was surprised that he didn't start having a nosebleed. Later at the motel they checked into, and before taking a shower, Sam studied himself in the mirror and thought that maybe he had lost a few pounds, though it was hard to say when he still was fat.
"Dean," he said when he came out.
Dean looked up from the bed he was laying on, watching the telly.
"Do you think I only gain weight when we make love?" Sam continued.
"That is ridiculous," Dean said, as he drank in Sam.
"If it is a curse, and it was to make me fat from having sex, it would explain why I gained so much these past few months, and why I haven't gained anything in the few days."
Dean thought about what Sam had said, and the younger man waddled to the other bed, sinking down with a sigh of relief.
"If that is the case, then who would have cursed you? When would it happen? How can we break it?" Dean finally asked aloud.
Sam lay down on the bed and turned to face Dean, catching his breath he voiced his guesses.
Dean went back to watching the telly while he tried to put their guesses together. When he turned it off and looked over at Sam, he saw that Sam had fallen asleep. He moved to kneel on the floor in order to be able to stroke Sam. He had come to love his brother more and was surprised at how turned on he became by the fat. Dean wanted to learn what had caused the weight gain, but he would probably not be too eager to find out what would break it.
"Please, not now, I'm tired," Sam mumbled.
"I think I might have worked out where the whole thing started," Dean said.
"You have, where?" Sam seemed to wake up.
"Do you remember that diner we visited a few months ago, where they had that big buffet and all the people that were f… very, very big?"
"Mmm, I vaguely remember."
"You don't remember how you said that you were very happy that you weren't as fat as many of them there?"
"No." Sam took hold of Dean's hand and squished it. "Do you think there was someone that cursed me for that comment?"
Dean tried to not show that Sam was hurting him. "Yeah. It's the only thing I can think of that is closest to when you started gaining weight."
At the sound of Dean's pained voice, Sam let go of his hand. "I'm sorry. You're probably right. We need to go back there to see if we can find who put the curse of me."
Sam moved up to a sitting position, his fat quivering. He drew Dean closer to thank him with a kiss. Dean put his arms around his big, little brother and kissed him back. If Dean got what he wanted he would make love as much as he could with him before they got to the town with that diner.
~*~*~The End~*~*~
PS. Sequel's is coming… to learn if they manage to break the curse.
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