A Full Christmas 1/1
Title: A Full Christmas
Author: Sagaluthien
Fandom: SPN
Characters: Sam/Dean, fat!Sam
Rating: Nc-17
Warning: (beside cubby Winchester community), obese, food indulgence, sex
Beta: chubchester
Disclaimer: Not own the characters, they are Eric Kripkes. I just borrow them and will not make money of it.
General info: Here
Author's note: You can see this one as a sequel to Be careful what you say and A full day. There will be more stories in the verse. For a full list visit my J2-SPN index.
Summary: Hiding out in a motel the Winchester spent the Christmas in bed with lots of food and sex.
It was about a month since they had their stuffing orgy at a restaurant, followed by a night of hot sex. Since then, they had of course continued eating and having sex whenever they could.
There were a few things changing about them, but not much that could be noticed directly by others. Even though Sam had been quite sensitive about his look before Thanksgiving, Dean noticed that he had stopped talking about his weight and wasn't as eager to try and work off the pounds. He couldn't understand why Sam had changed his mind; he hadn't directly told his little brother how much he loved him big.
They were in a new town now. They checked into another motel and planned to have a few days of Christmas stuffing. Not only had they gone to the supermarket and bought all kind of food, snacks and desserts, they had started with a big lunch at the diner and then ordered take out.
Dean had brought a scale. He was curious what they both weighted and what their planned festivities would make them. He hesitated to ask Sam step up, not knowing what his brother would say. When he had placed the scale he went up himself and was taken back a little seeing the numbers stare back to him. He knew he had put on a few pounds as well, but he hadn't thought himself to be 240 pounds. Dean had to confess that he should not have been surprised as all his clothes had felt tighter.
Now he was really curious of what Sam could have put on. He probably needed to reconsider the actually weight of his brother, who might have passed a good beyond 300.
"Sam, could you come here for a moment?" Dean asked his brother.
He came, and Dean struggled to keep his eyes from Sam's stomach. It had developed into a round ball belly. The weight gain had filled out his arms and face also, giving Sam really loveable, chubby cheeks.
"What was it you wanted?" Sam asked and brought Dean out of his admiration.
"Could you please step up on the scale?"
Seeing Sam draw his eyebrows together and frown slight towards his direct command, Dean quickly told his reasons.
For a moment Dean thought Sam would turn around and walk away, but he did step up on the scale.
"And you do not fucking need to read it out aloud. I don't need to know how much I weigh. I already know I'm huge."
Dean kept quiet, as much as he could. He tried hard to not let a surprised breath out. He saw the numbers and then looked up at Sam. Dean wanted to tell his brother that he right now was 200 pounds heavier than him. It was way more than he thought Sam would be at, but neither should have been surprised considering how much Sam had gained up from the curse. At the peak before they had been able to break it, Sam must have been over 500.
A hand was put on his shoulder, "Are you alright?" Sam asked.
"Yeah. Are you ready for the eating, feeding and stuffing?"
Sam stepped down from the scale. Sam hugged Dean and let a hand stroke after his back. They could have stood there some time if Sam's stomach hadn't rumbled. They both took a step back looking at the offending part and smile to each other. They went to the room and continued what they had slowly started earlier.
~*~*~
Christmas Day, they laid in bed almost all day just eating. Sam did eat several times more than Dean. Dean altered between feeding his brother and giving him good belly rubs, loving how the tight skin felt under his hands.
Sometime during the day, after they had sex and slept, Dean was filling his lover again with some ice cream before he brought up what he had been thinking about for a long time.
"Sam, if you wouldn't feel too awkward or… heavy, what do you think would be your weight limit?"
Sam stopped eating and sat up properly so his stomach pressed on his tights. He didn't say anything for a long time. Dean started to regret he asked, since they seemed to have had a silent agreement of not talk about Sam's actual weight.
"Are you trying to imply that you think I'm too fat?" Sam asked. "Or how big do you really want me to be? Or is it that you do this just to be sure I won't leave you?"
"Oh no. Please don't get me wrong," Dean swallowed hard. "I love you as you are… I just got that crazy thought that you could be double the weight that I am. You know I love you and I hoped that I learned that I can't force you to do anything, so if you want to leave me I'll accept it." Dean had stopped touching Sam and moved a little bit from him.
Sam stopped Dean and taking his hand.
"What did the scale say my weight was yesterday? Or how much would I need to gain to get there? Do I really want to know?"
Dean looked down not daring to look at Sam to see his reaction. "For you to be double my weight you would need to gain at least 40 pounds. If I don't loose or gain any."
Sam took the box with ice cream and started eating again. He rubbed his stomach and Dean could see by his gaze he was considering what he thought about the whole thing. Dean could only wait and in the meantime while Sam thought and finished the ice cream, he went to the bathroom and after that to put on some coffee.
Dean did not get any answer that day, though if the way Sam was eating was any indication it would probably be a positive reply. When they went to bed that night, Dean would guess he might not stay at the weight he been at since he stuffed himself so good. Usually they would have had sex, but Sam said that he went over his own limit to feel comfortable. Dean thought it was because what he made Sam think about, but then Sam took his had to feel how hard his stomach was from all food Dean filled him with. Dean loved the feeling and hoped that his brother knew he was telling the truth.
~*~*~
"Are you really sure that you would be able to handle me if I gained more?" Sam asked as they laid painting after their morning session.
"You know I would. I could do that before, so why couldn't I do it now?" Dean turned so he faced Sam and could touch him.
"If I do gain those 40 pounds," Sam paused. "You know that you'll probably have to take more hunts by yourself and I'll need to stay doing research when I can't run."
"I know. If you say yes we maybe can go to California and you could go back to school and I can try to find some work. Or would you want to try to settle down somewhere else?"
"Would you do that for me?" Sam asked like he didn't believe Dean.
"Of course I would. I love you Sammy."
"Okay. I'll do it, but only if we don't push the weight gain too fast."
Instead of verbally answering Sam, Dean started kissing him and stroking and they ended up having a second round of sex that morning. Later in the day, a breakfast followed existing of all the food that they had left.
Before they left they weighed themselves again, and Sam wasn't that reluctant to hear the result of their Christmas stuffing.
Dean had taken a little notebook and wrote it down.
Dean: December 24th, 240 pounds. December 26th, 242,5 pounds.
Sam: December 24th, 440 pounds. December 26th, 443 pounds.
"Maybe we should weigh in again tomorrow when we aren’t as stuffed and then see how far I am from your goal." Sam said as he looked on the figures.
"That's probably better. You sure you want to?"
"I said it, but if you don't want to…"
"You just promise me if you feel uncomfortable you tell me and we stop. I don't want you feel bad, you know."
"Shut up, bitch."
"Jerk."
They smiled. Dean was happy that he would have his big little brother as he was.
~*~*~ The End ~*~*~