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fatfehshenanigans · 5 years ago

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Breakfast in Bed

Another birthday, yet another late birthday gift... This one for @fatfehshenanigans

This story does involve female fats alongside male fats, which is the second time I've written about it. Was actually kinda refreshing writing about female weight gain. (Though that might've just been about weight gain in general lol)

Hope you enjoy it! And that it isn't OOC or something

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Bleary eyes opening themselves to bask in the morning light, the loud snoring rings in Robin's ears. Smacking his plump lips, he rests a doughy arm on his stomach, the bit of his hill for a stomach he can reach. His chipmunk cheeks jiggle as his mind begins to regain its alertness. As he turns his head, his round neck folds offer some resistance. The curtains partially drawn, the brightness and liveliness of the day’s light blares at Robin. Taking in a copious amount of air, Robin’s jowls jiggle as he yawns. So tired and weary despite sleeping a considerable amount of time daily, his body rises and falls with each successive yawn; his tight beige shirt rides up his pale blubbery shirt as he yawns so fervently.

The bed frame having been reinforced multiple times before, the once constant ominous creaking refuses to reappear, Robin’s own magic preventing the obnoxious noise. Yet, despite the missing telltale sign of the frame’s overtaxed state, the dipped, warped state of the frame shouts at all who see the frame. So overburdened from its occupants’ weight, the middle portion of the reinforced frame still bends, a U shape having formed a while much like all the other beds did before they were subsequently replaced.

To anyone who knew nothing about the tactician, Robin is surprisingly not the only one culpable for the poor bed. To those well accustomed to the daily lifestyle of Robin and his wife, it came to no shock to them that Robin was the lesser of two evils enacted upon the bed frame.

Lucina taking up a generous portion of the massive mattress — a four poster out of the question once she had surpassed a hefty four hundred pounds, Robin trailing behind her by a mere fifty — more than half of it is overtaken by her massive body alone. Her size alone overtakes Robin’s, the mattress dipping in on her side.

Slightly pressed up against Lucina due to this, the taxing daily effort of getting up from bed is even more grueling on his expansive body than it already is. Pressing one wide, mitt of a hand on the edge of the bed, huffs and grunts exit out of Robin’s corpulent body. Face and body alike warming up, the flabby rolls all over his body jiggle from the movement, each simple attempt earning him some more jiggling flab. Struggling to simply wiggle out of bed, his wide tree trunk thighs tired from simply turning a few inches, Robin rests back down. Head hitting the pillow, his rolls jiggle from the movement as well. Wincing, Robin shuts his eyes tight as his stomach growls at him. The room silent besides Lucina’s snoring, the cacophonous alarm from his starving stomach seems more apt on Grima than himself. Robin finds himself blushing despite his increasing hunger and capacity to eat. The insides of his stomach churning, desperate for food, Robin’s, admittedly low, inhibitions lower. Giving in, the quick and easy solution of magic fixes his issue.

A sudden burst of energy building in the core of his large gut, the sense of strength slowly envelopes Robin’s wide frame. Letting out another grunt, his hand grips the edge of the bed as his shifts his weight. Swiftly, as swift as the ridiculously overweight mage can move, Robin brings one meaty leg over the edge, the wide sole of his foot making contact with the ground before his other foot does the same. Standing up, the prospect of moving no longer feels as daunting as before. Daunting nonetheless, but with two feet on the ground, Robin feels secure.

Standing, gravity actually helps Robin out a bit, his fat no longer as bundled up as it does when he lies down. His portly gut sags down past his crotch, the massive flab flowing down his meaty thighs. Robin sporting a massive gut, the truth of his weight was that it made the once svelte lean, tactician rather hourglassed. Although, at his weight, his stomach alone still surpasses most people’s weights. Regular doors far out of the question with his gut overflowing with lard, his thighs make going through doors an even more herculean task. The astonishingly wide thighs are contained inside an ill fitting pair of black shorts, both ends of them digging into the overly soft flab. Two sizable hefty piles of flab for an ass rest firmly wedged into them, the tight black fabric outline the wide curve of his ass. The upper echelon of his rolls for a stomach rest under Robin’s massive chest. Each moob alone is larger than his head alone. The fabric of his shirt only able to contain the swell of his chest alone, the two mounds of fat squish together, the low neckline of his shirt revealing the generous vision of his chest.

His hunger still in the pit of his gut, Robin gives it a hearty rub, the heft of his fat sinking under his portly digits. The prospect of having to wait on servants to bring food not worth it, Ylisse’s royal kitchens overtaxed as it is, Robin finds the far better fix to his problem at his fingertips. So used to it as an important boon during the war when rations oftentimes were scarce, or even as a fancy parlor trick afterwards, conjuring up food is mere child’s play to Robin. Even more so with the habit of using it having gotten out of hand as of late. The usual spark of magic crackling at his chunky fingertips, Robin grins from ear to ear as a food laden appears. Licking his lips, Robin even forgets to notice the snoring.

Or the lack of it.

The warm aromatic scents of the conjured food wafting their way to Lucina, the slumbering princess had woken up the instant her brain had become aware of food in her vicinity. Multiple pillows pooled around her head, her vibrant, characteristic blue hair framing her chipmunk cheeks. Eyes half lidded, they slowly blink open, as if her eyelids were encumbered by her weight as well. Hazily waking up, she cumbersomely brings a wide hand to her face.

��Robin?” Much larger than Robin, Lucina had been immobilized sometime ago. Unable to move, her own massive body blocks the sight of food.

A massive brownie halfway shoved into his mouth, Robin shoves the rest into his mouth. A few crumbs litter his cheeks, a dust of them falling down only to settle on Robin’s large rack. Greedily chewing it, his cheeks jostle as he hurriedly scarfs it down. Wiping the crumbs, his body jiggling to and fro, Robin waddles to Lucina’s side.

“Yes, dear?” Lucina’s needs the same as his own, except in higher quantities, Robin wastes no time in working more of his magic. Imbuing some of his magic into Lucina, Robin keeps most of it to himself, Lucina’s corpulent body far less mobile than his own engorged body. A healthy dose of levitation magic to give the extra push, the bed seems to sigh as it rises from both its owners off of it for once. The bed only gets a few seconds of reprieve before Lucina comes back down on the bed, this time sitting.

Where Robin somehow managed to keep a semblance of a figure despite being swaddled up in so much fat, Lucina simply grew in all directions. Snacking and eating so prevalent in her now idyllic life, a lack of any training or self restraint meant that bulging clothes were swiftly replaced with a larger set that only faced the same fate as the once baggy clothes it replaced. Massive all around, Lucina’s tank of a stomach overtakes all. The large mass of fat oozing in all directions, the numerous soft squishy rolls conform to whatever touches it. Or it would if it ever went empty, numerous dishes and snacks throughout the entirety of each and every day keeping it packed to the brim. Lucina sitting upright, the wide dome of Lucina’s stomach rests on her gargantuan legs. Her tray for love handles splay out to the side of her. Each seemingly affixed to one another, the fleshy dimpled underlayers of fat rest against each other. Thighs wider than Robin’s any non Ylissean Royalty sized door has no chance of allowing her entry. Which comes at no concern to Lucina, her overly engorged body unable to waddle even with Robin’s magical aid, each crusher of a leg far too wide to move past the other. Her thighs blanketed by her stomach, the lower half of her legs peak out, the wide cankles of her legs resting far and wide to accommodate for so much heft in her thighs and her stomach. Sporting a similar pair of shorts, yet nearly twice the size of Robin’s, the elastic black fabric clings to Lucina’s body. A small tear noticeable on the side of them, the seams are undone, a portion of Lucina’s massive thighs oozing out. Two couches for a butt, the shapeless cheeks rest behind Lucina, the waistline of her shorts barely sufficient enough to cover them. Her ass presses up against the headrest. The soft waterfall of backrolls cascade down Lucina’s back, her back inundated with them just as the rest of her body. Her bingo wingo arms uselessly to the side of her, each engorged arm is larger than most people’s waistlines, Lucina resting them on her corpulent love handles. In between her arms rest Lucina’s sizable chest. Fitting fabric hard to last with her growing frame coupled with unable to leave their room meant Lucina forewent a shirt, a plain black sports bra used instead. Her chest safely secured, the amount of material needed to cover a single portion of Lucina is staggering. Her chest able to put anyone to shame, the massive pillows for a chest remain neatly on her stomach.

Lucina properly seated on the bed, Robin sighs. Resting a hand on his own portly love handle, the other pathetically fans himself.

“Good morning, Robin,” Her husband so exhausted, the adorable sight brings a smile to her face, eyes crinkling.

“Morning,” Letting out a groan, Robin takes in a heavy gulp of air. “You didn’t waste any time,”

“Neither did you,” A smile still plastered on her face, Lucina keeps her eyes on Robin as he sticks true to her statement, Robin waddling back to the cart to push it to Lucina.

“Well, better to conjure up food than to waste time waiting for it to get cooked,” His stomach digs into the cart’s handle as he pushes it. Taking awhile, he eventually brings it to the side of their bed.

“A great idea,”

“I’m full of great ideas,” Grinning, Robin casts another levitation spell. This time, he directs it to the food.

A cookie rising shakily into the air, Robin grits his teeth before the cookie clatters back onto the plate.

“I might have used a bit too much magic,” Huffing, Robin rests his tired self on the bed. Taking in large intakes of air, his stomach rises up with each gulp. His back coming into contact with Lucina’s fat, he sinks into it, the fat parting to caress his backside. “I’ve got another great idea,”

“And what would that be?”

“I’m going to do this the old fashioned way,” Grunting, Robin leans forward. Standing up once more, he seats himself back down on the bed, this time sitting parallel to Lucina. The cart still beside him, he reaches over to the side. His stomach digging into his thighs, he reaches for an overstuffed tray of cupcakes, sans the wrapper. Resting back further into both Lucina and the pile of pillows, Robin sighs as he raises a meaty arm. Swiping a cupcake for himself, he crams it inside his mouth as he brings one to Lucina’s lips.

The cupcake brought to her mouth, the decadent vanilla frosting lightly smears her lips as Lucina bites into it. The sweet taste of chocolate filling her mouth, Lucina hums in satisfaction. “What other food did you summon?” The crumbs pepper her cheeks, Lucina blushing as she realizes.

“I just kinda think about the food and then it appears,” Robin hands Lucina another two cupcakes, Robin grabbing his second. “But I don’t think about the specifics; then you end up with less food since it's more focused on the type rather than the quantity,” Reaching down to find the tray empty, Robin places it on the nightstand.

Devouring two cupcakes at once, Lucins swiftly swallows it as she spots Robin reaching for another tray. “Grab the one with the tarts,” Letting out a small huff, Lucina rubs the portions of her stomach that she can reach as Robin struggles to reach the tray over his gut. Her little smirk turns into a grin as Robin reaches for another tray as well.

“Here,” Absorbed in the simple pleasure of his brownies, Robin loses focus as he multitasks on feeding himself and Lucina.

Lucina similarly absorbed in simply eating, neither pay attention to the rapidly dwindling supply of food. Or how their soft stomachs begins to swell out and firm up as more food continues to pile up in their voracious guts.

It’s only when Robin emits a groan that Lucina shifts her attention. The cart filled with nothing but empty trays, the two of them give a look towards one another.

“I’ll go get some from the kitchen,” Robin sighs. Standing up, his overly cushioned ass sighs as the finally get some relief from Robin’s weight resting on them. Bending down, Robin’s gut grazes the floor as he reaches for another tray, this one purposefully hidden. Placing it on top of Lucina’s chest, the massive cake tantalizingly stares at her. A last bit of energy left in him, Robin casts another spell. Directing it to Lucina’s arms, the massive bingo wingo arms suddenly feel lighter.

No longer as difficult to move them, the act equivalent to lugging weights, the motion is far easier. Still a bit clunky with so much fat in the way, Lucina easily manages. “You should have some as well-”

“I can wait,” Giving his gut a small slap, Robin chuckles. Climbing onto the bed once again, Robin rests against Lucina’s body, both of their fat sinking and pressing against one another. “And you get a bit impatient when it comes to food,” Leaving a peck on Lucina’s cheek, Robin climbs off the bed. Robin waddling off to the kitchens in search of more food, Lucina keeps an eye on him as his ass cumbersomely swishes behind him. Robin struggles a bit with the door before turning sideways. He gives her a small wave before waddling off.

Lucina left alone, the only companion amongst her corpulent frame being the cake Robin left her. Stomach letting out a growl, her entire frame reverberates, fat sloshing back and forth from the beast like growl. Deciding to not waste good food, she cuts herself a slice, the rich frosting caking her tongue as she gobbles the rest of her slice.

Intending to save at least a slice for Robin, Lucina licks her lips before digging into another slice. Reasoning with herself that he’ll definitely gorge on food without her, she wastes no time in enjoying the rest of her cake.

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