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Title: A Chock-full Revelation
Fandom: SPN
Characters: Dean/Sam
Prompt: Whining for the Summer bingo at chubwinchesters
Word Count: 1057
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Au, chubby, fat!sam
Author's Notes: This is set in the A Full!verse, other stories in it you can find here.
Author's Notes 2: This is a 'snap-shot' to what happens after Be Careful What You Say, before the curse is broken.
Summary: Sam is big and all he seems to do is find things to complain about.
"Fuck! We can't continue this." Sam stated after they had made sex again.
"Why?" Was Dean's short question, even if he knew what the problem were.
"If we continue having sex I will be so big that I will not be able to get out of the bed," Sam paused to take some breaths before he continued, "and that feels to be sooner than later."
Dean moved so he was pressed up to Sam's side and his arm lying over his brother's large stomach. Dean leaned so he could give him kisses. They had figured out what made Sam increase in size and that they really had to break the curse if he wouldn't get way to large. It seemed to be easier said than done. They know they had to keep away from having sex, but they couldn't. Dean had felt that he become more turned on as more as Sam got bigger. He started to stroke Sam's stomach. Dean couldn't put a finger on what made him feel like he did. The latest weeks had made that they had to change a lot of the hunting. Before Dean had picked up Sam at Stanford he had hunted alone and if he did that now would not be any different to that, but nowadays he could not think of doing it without him. With Sam big could mean that they had to look for something more permanent and more normal, and that had made Dean to not push Sam or himself to break the curse.
"Oh, please stop or we really are there very soon." Sam broke Dean out of his thoughts.
"If you say so… we get to it. Do you think you will loose all the pounds at the moment she takes back the curse?" Dean wondered.
"I have no idea, though I hope so. This isn't exactly me." Sam pushed Dean's hands away and struggled to sit up. He had to move to the bed's edge so he got a leg down and then his stomach could get some room to give him the space to sit up.
There was no denying that he was big now. They had several times been to buy new clothes to Sam, and it had become harder and harder to find stores selling big enough. If Sam had any muscles left they was working to carry his new body around and he get out of breath very quick. The last weeks they had moved less and less from place to place when Sam had difficulty to sit in the car, much because there was no room left to move anything when he was seated.
Dean didn't say anything, just watching his brother making ready to get up. When Sam finally decided to get up from the bed all of his new flesh moved and made Sam to huff even more.
"Fuck! I hate this. Dean could you please come and help me?" Sam said as he stood in the doorway to the bathroom.
Dean got up and helped Sam to get through the doorway. Dean stood in the door. He waited on if Sam would need more help.
"Have you any guess on what you can weight now?" Dean asked.
"I don't care. It is too much. I barley can get through normal doors any longer. It must be closer to 600 pounds. We do have kept going with the sex a lot since I do weight me and then it was almost five hundred."
Dean had other questions he would have wanted to ask but didn't dare. Not today when Sam seemed to be in a real whining mood. Sure enough there came more. Dean had to help draw Sam through the door again.
"After I dressed can we move from here? Find some bigger room?" Sam asked as soon he was out.
"Of course. We should not be that far from finding that witch and this will be only a memory."
The rest of the day continued with Sam whining about more things. Dean just tried to not talk back or say anything. He saw that Sam did struggle with everything he was doing. He had increased in weight so fast that he still wasn't used to how he had to move.
~*~*~
Two day's later they were in the town next to where everything had started. Sam had to get a new shirt, but the store they had went to have no finer shirt and all he had found was some t-shirt. He had bought two, even if they barley could fit over his now large breast and stomach.
"Dean," Sam began as they were seated in the car. "You asked me what I think I weight."
"Yeah," Dean said.
"I wonder what I really weight. Do you think there is any place where we can check that out?"
Dean looked at Sam. After awhile he came with a suggestion. Neither of them had wanted to get to a doctor or clinic to see if there had been a possibility. What Dean thought they could do seemed to be the best. So he drove them to a car shop. The one they found was one with a scale they weighted cars.
"Will you sit in the car first or after?" Dean asked when he came back out after asking if he could weight his car.
"Let weight it with me first."
Decided, Dean drove and weights them all. Then he drove around, left Sam out and repeated the weight in.
When Dean came back from getting the numbers he could see that Sam was nervous. He stood chewing on his nails. As soon as Sam saw Dean coming he stopped.
"What's the verdict?"
"I don't know. You the smart one so I thought you could count it out." Dean said and gave the piece of papers to Sam.
Sam looked down on them. It took a moment and then all he said was, "Fuck!"
Dean wondered and took the pieces back. After he saw the numbers and counted the difference, all he could was agree to Sam. It was a chock-full revelation. Dean understood why Sam more often was whining about the things. Sam had not been so off in his guessing of what he weight.
There was a witch to put into answers.
~*~*~ The End ~*~*~
Title: A Chock-full Revelation
Fandom: SPN
Characters: Dean/Sam
Prompt: Whining for the Summer bingo at chubwinchesters
Word Count: 1057
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Au, chubby, fat!sam
Author's Notes: This is set in the A Full!verse, other stories in it you can find here.
Author's Notes 2: This is a 'snap-shot' to what happens after Be Careful What You Say, before the curse is broken.
Summary: Sam is big and all he seems to do is find things to complain about.
"Fuck! We can't continue this." Sam stated after they had made sex again.
"Why?" Was Dean's short question, even if he knew what the problem were.
"If we continue having sex I will be so big that I will not be able to get out of the bed," Sam paused to take some breaths before he continued, "and that feels to be sooner than later."
Dean moved so he was pressed up to Sam's side and his arm lying over his brother's large stomach. Dean leaned so he could give him kisses. They had figured out what made Sam increase in size and that they really had to break the curse if he wouldn't get way to large. It seemed to be easier said than done. They know they had to keep away from having sex, but they couldn't. Dean had felt that he become more turned on as more as Sam got bigger. He started to stroke Sam's stomach. Dean couldn't put a finger on what made him feel like he did. The latest weeks had made that they had to change a lot of the hunting. Before Dean had picked up Sam at Stanford he had hunted alone and if he did that now would not be any different to that, but nowadays he could not think of doing it without him. With Sam big could mean that they had to look for something more permanent and more normal, and that had made Dean to not push Sam or himself to break the curse.
"Oh, please stop or we really are there very soon." Sam broke Dean out of his thoughts.
"If you say so… we get to it. Do you think you will loose all the pounds at the moment she takes back the curse?" Dean wondered.
"I have no idea, though I hope so. This isn't exactly me." Sam pushed Dean's hands away and struggled to sit up. He had to move to the bed's edge so he got a leg down and then his stomach could get some room to give him the space to sit up.
There was no denying that he was big now. They had several times been to buy new clothes to Sam, and it had become harder and harder to find stores selling big enough. If Sam had any muscles left they was working to carry his new body around and he get out of breath very quick. The last weeks they had moved less and less from place to place when Sam had difficulty to sit in the car, much because there was no room left to move anything when he was seated.
Dean didn't say anything, just watching his brother making ready to get up. When Sam finally decided to get up from the bed all of his new flesh moved and made Sam to huff even more.
"Fuck! I hate this. Dean could you please come and help me?" Sam said as he stood in the doorway to the bathroom.
Dean got up and helped Sam to get through the doorway. Dean stood in the door. He waited on if Sam would need more help.
"Have you any guess on what you can weight now?" Dean asked.
"I don't care. It is too much. I barley can get through normal doors any longer. It must be closer to 600 pounds. We do have kept going with the sex a lot since I do weight me and then it was almost five hundred."
Dean had other questions he would have wanted to ask but didn't dare. Not today when Sam seemed to be in a real whining mood. Sure enough there came more. Dean had to help draw Sam through the door again.
"After I dressed can we move from here? Find some bigger room?" Sam asked as soon he was out.
"Of course. We should not be that far from finding that witch and this will be only a memory."
The rest of the day continued with Sam whining about more things. Dean just tried to not talk back or say anything. He saw that Sam did struggle with everything he was doing. He had increased in weight so fast that he still wasn't used to how he had to move.
~*~*~
Two day's later they were in the town next to where everything had started. Sam had to get a new shirt, but the store they had went to have no finer shirt and all he had found was some t-shirt. He had bought two, even if they barley could fit over his now large breast and stomach.
"Dean," Sam began as they were seated in the car. "You asked me what I think I weight."
"Yeah," Dean said.
"I wonder what I really weight. Do you think there is any place where we can check that out?"
Dean looked at Sam. After awhile he came with a suggestion. Neither of them had wanted to get to a doctor or clinic to see if there had been a possibility. What Dean thought they could do seemed to be the best. So he drove them to a car shop. The one they found was one with a scale they weighted cars.
"Will you sit in the car first or after?" Dean asked when he came back out after asking if he could weight his car.
"Let weight it with me first."
Decided, Dean drove and weights them all. Then he drove around, left Sam out and repeated the weight in.
When Dean came back from getting the numbers he could see that Sam was nervous. He stood chewing on his nails. As soon as Sam saw Dean coming he stopped.
"What's the verdict?"
"I don't know. You the smart one so I thought you could count it out." Dean said and gave the piece of papers to Sam.
Sam looked down on them. It took a moment and then all he said was, "Fuck!"
Dean wondered and took the pieces back. After he saw the numbers and counted the difference, all he could was agree to Sam. It was a chock-full revelation. Dean understood why Sam more often was whining about the things. Sam had not been so off in his guessing of what he weight.
There was a witch to put into answers.
~*~*~ The End ~*~*~