fatjohn1: john/dave stuffing feeding sex weight gain

Hm. Did John like strawberry? He could never remember these sorts of things.

Dave stood in front of a large shelf packed with various cheesecakes, scanning over the labels for what must have been the sixth time. Beside him, the shopping cart sat patiently, filled with both his usual diet of TV dinners and microwave meals and a pile of cheap, admittably unhealthy snack foods. He never really cared about the sugary things in life, but he had no intention of eating them himself either way.

It had been two months since Dave and John had taken up living together. Both were at the point in life where they had outgrown childhood yet hadn't quite become adults, and sharing one apartment meant they could consodilate living costs. Then again, John's dad was unbelieveably supportive, and his high position on the ladder of businessmen meant John had little trouble landing a sedimentary yet well-paying job. Dave's DJ work was just the icing on the financial cake, and with whatever allowance Bro sent in from his smuppet business, allowed the two boys to enjoy some luxuries.

Picking up a round, medium-sized cheesecake, Dave moved to put it in the cart before pausing to read the nutrition label. He sighed, turned to the shelf again, and put it back before picking up a smaller and cheaper one with a much higher calorie count than the low-fat confection he had been considering. Ignoring dietary advice was pretty high on the irony meter, but he wasn't quite sure that his intentions could be considered ironic by any means of the word. He'd have to ask Bro about that sometime.

Dave had learned quite a few things from living with John. For starters, the whole Betty Crocker thing apparently was serious business to the little derp. John had turned out to be even more excitable in person, and despite his continual claims of "not a homosexual, Dave!", he was an extremely affectionate boy. Sure, he would deny it to the others, but whenever John and Dave were alone, watching a shitty movie and waiting for the throes of sleep to take them, neither seemed to object to the way Dave's arms would wrap tightly around his shorter crush.

Yes, it was a crush. Dave hadn't been fazed at all by the self-realization that he was totally homo for his best friend; Bro had brought home plenty of good-looking males for his typical one-night stands, and the concept of gender never played a role in either Strider's affections. What had fazed him, however, was what drew him to John in the first place.

Mr. Egbert was an avid baker, and while John was fairly traumatized by the continual influx of baked goods, that hadn't stopped him from actually eating a fair amount of them. He was by no meants a fat boy, but whenever Dave held him on the shitty couch in their apartment, he always noticed the pudge that clung to the other's frame. Pectorals that just barely constituted moobs, slight love handles that only showed themselves when John wore his tighter pants, a stomach that wobbled ever so slightly...the contrast to Dave's own stone-like abs and toned limbs was astonishing, and Dave couldn't help but fall for the physique of his roommate. Every one of Bro's nightly stands had been with someone as perfectly built as him, and the doughy feel of John's body against Dave's grip was so different, so exotic, so...

Fuck. Dave could feel the slight perk of an erection forming in his tight jeans. Swearing at himself for getting aroused in the middle of a supermarket, no matter how ironically, he briskly pushed the cart to the checkouts. Twenty minutes later and two of Bro's expertly-taught "anti-erection procedures", he was driving up the road to the apartment, trunk full of fattening foods. Whatever small parts of his mind had fought against the concept of encouraging John's growth had been long silenced by the fact that the Heir of Breath didn't seem to really care either way.

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Walking in, arms full of grocery bags, Dave very nearly tripped over one of his shitty swords jutting from the hall closet. John had gotten the day off, and the television was on in the living room, so Dave took the long way around to the kitchen. Two minutes was all it took for the actual groceries to be put away, and Dave was sure to spread the candy around the cupboards so John would have an easier time finding them. He silently refilled the large bowl on the kitchen table, which had been partially depleted, and hid the cheesecake in the back of the fridge. He had plans, for that cheesecake. All of the plans. One bag remained on the counter, but he would come to that in due time.

Entering the front room, Dave plopped down on the couch next to his roommate. John was intently watching the television, M&Ms at his side, while news reports crossed the screen, although it was obvious he had heard Dave entering.

"'Sup, Egbert. Still waiting for them to announce another shitty Nic Cage flick?"

John let out a small "pff", rolling his eyes and turning to grin at Dave. "S'not my fault there isn't anything good on. Did you pick up the groceries?"

"Shit, John, those groceries have been picked up like sluts on a Jersey corner." Dave learned back, one arm slung over the couch in his typical coolkid pose, as he looked over his pretty-much-at-this-point-a-boyfriend.

To say Dave's food-related projects had been successful would be like saying Karkat had blood pressure issues. John had absolutely exploded since moving in, thanks to the constant stream of unhealthy foods left lying around, and it was hard to believe that he had been just shy of 165lbs when he moved in. His gut rested on his lap, covered by a comfortable blue shirt, content with the chocolate John was munching on as he watching the television. Likewise, his legs were wide and thick, rounding out to an ass that would make most girls jealous were it not for the chub that came with it. His breasts were barely visible under the shirt, but Dave knew they were splayed comfortably over his stomach.

As John giggled, his round babyish face seemed to jiggle, and Dave couldn't help but crack a grin at the boy's infectious personality. "Fine, you stay here and absorb the couch pillow. I'm gonna go throw something on." As if on cue, John's stomach let out a loud, deep growl, causing the Heir to blush and fidget.

"R..right, Dave, OK!" John returned his attention to the TV, now showing weather reports, while Dave stood and strode to the kitchen. Opening the lone bag, he allowed himself a smile at the round butterball turkey within. Hopefully, he could cook it without burning it. John's cooking advice had helped him move beyond the scope of shitty microwave dinners, something he had to admit he was thankful for, and as he fired up the grease he planned to return the favor.

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John sat at the table, glancing intently towards the kitchen. Dave had spent almost two hours in there, and judging from the fact that the house hadn't burned down, John was expecting dinner to be coming up. He had indulged in several Mars bars while he waited, and was reaching for another when Dave stuck his head out of the kitchen doorway.

"Jeez, Egbert, stop stuffing your face for just a sec. I got this shit handled, you just hang on and look pretty for a minute."

John huffed a little, conciously glancing downwards at his belly. "Fiiiiine, Dave," he whined, hoping that Dave hadn't manage to incinerate whatever it was he was cooking. His wishes were granted when a moment later, Dave stode out, carrying a platter with a juicy, well-cooked turkey. Setting it down, he returned to the kitchen, coming back with a bottle of cream soda and some glasses, before sitting across from John and raising an eyebrow. "There. Told you."

Gaping, John blinked at the bird, before blushing. "G-gee, um, thanks Dave!" When Dave merely smirked, John took it as an invitation to eat. Tearing bits and pieces out of the fowl, the two boys indulged together, Dave eating a small plate's worth of the meat and John more or less gorging on the rest of the bird.

By the time the turkey was mostly gone, John's pace had slowed down. It was clear he was nearly full, and Dave noticed his shirt stretching slightly under the table. As John guzzled down another cup of soda, Dave stood and walked to the tubby teen, extending a hand. "C'mon, let's go upstairs. I wanna show you somethin'."

John heaved his body up, and Dave suppressed a grin at the sight of his roommate's swollen figure. As they slowly began climbing the stairs, Dave gave John's rounded butt a firm squeeze, elicting a squeak from the embarrassed Heir.

"Stop it, Dave..." John tried to complain, but he was obviously very okay with being groped by the taller boy. As he waddled towards the bedroom, Dave could easily tell that John's thighs were beginning to rub together. This time, Dave let the grin slip, athough John hadn't noticed.

Finally, they reached the bed, and John was content to simply flop down. Dave, though, remained standing, and before John could say anything he was gone. Moments later, he flashstepped back up the stairs, sliced-up cheesecake in hand, and sat besides John.

"Here."

John wanted to open his mouth, to complain that he was already really full, but Dave expertly intercepted by shoving a slice of cheesecake into John's mouth. The Knight had quickly learned that John and cake were incompatible entities, but he knew that John was more than okay with the smooth, creamy cheesecakes that Dave brought home whenever he had the chance.

John swallowed. "Ughhh...Dave, I-" Before he could say another word, Dave was behind him, arms wrapped around his body, one hand caressing his belly and the other pressing the second slice of cheesecake to his mouth. John moaned, allowing himself to be fed, as Dave learned in towards his ear.

"Fuck, Egbert, I'd say that makes three hundred." Patting John's stuffed gut, Dave slipped his hand down to squeeze a meaty thigh. John gave one of those cute whimpers, which Dave correctly interpreted as delight, and more cheesecake was raised to a waiting mouth. "Probably gonna have to get Kanaya to tailor you some new clothes at this rate."

John leaned his weight towards Dave, pressing up against his chest, and Dave took the chance to hitch the boy's shirt up and off. His torso uncovered, Dave ran his hand up the round stomach, taking in the firmness from the large meal and coming to rest on his soft boy-boob. "Then again, you could just take some of her bras and call it a day."

By this point, half of the cheesecake had been crammed into John, and both boys were becoming heated. Dave removed his own shirt, and slid John's pants down in one smooth motion, finger squeezing between the waist of the pants and the blubbery lovehandles. Unsurprisingly, John hadn't been wearing underpants; he had had the day off, after all, and Dave encouraged him to spend such days simply lounging. As John let out a content groan, Dave slipped out from underneath his heavier boyfriend, sliding off his own jeans and quickly moving atop John.

It had been a bit of a challenge to adjust to John's fat legs and larger belly, but by this point Dave had mastered the art of reaching the Heir's member beneath the layers of flab. Pausing to mash another piece of cheesecake into John's mouth, Dave rested spread-eagle on his boyfriend's wide lap, his own cock resting atop John's overstuffed stomach, and he pressed downwards onto the throbbing manhood below him. When they had first began such intimacy, John had been surprised to learn that Dave seemed to enjoy physically bottoming, and that he was easily capable of taking most of John's length into him.

Now firmly positioned with John within his rear, he learned forward, pushing onto John's engorged gut and wrapping around his underarms. The pressure on John's stomach caused him to belch loudly, which only served to intensify Dave's actions. Tapping into the strength he had gained from sparring his whole life, Dave pulled John upwards, squeezing his chest in an embrace and relishing the thick fat of his arms against his muscular shoulders. His own head leaned towards John's cherubic face, and he nipped at the derpy teen's second chin, electing a shudder.

"Ffffuck, John," he hissed into the blubbery boy's ear, "it's getting harder to lift you. One of these days..."

John keened in response, while Dave pressed John's gut back onto the bed. Now fully aroused, John's dick was hard and hot inside Dave's body, and Dave began shifting up and down. John didn't even need to thrust; Dave was more than content to ride his massive boyfriend towards climax.

Gripping the sweating love-handles, Dave clenched his teeth and rammed onto John's lap harder. John, meanwhile, was splayed out on the bed, eyes shut and fat arms stretching outwards. His moans were accompinied by audible gurgles as his bloated belly took the physical movements somewhat poorly, although the discomfort only intensified the fires throughout his body.

Finally, with one last push, Dave gripped John's flab hard enough to leave a slight bruise as he came atop his lover's wide gut. He wasn't the sort to come loudly, but the gutteral groan that slipped through his gritted teeth was more than enough to send John over the edge as well. As his entire body wobbled, he could feel his juice pouring out into Dave. Once the aftershocks had calmed and his flesh ceased rippling, Dave pulled himself off of John, semen dripping from the wider boy's cock, and collapsed on top of John's girth.

It was a few moments of panting until either boy found their voice. Even once he had the strength to speak, though, Dave didn't want to break the silence. Instead, he rolled off of John, scooted under the larger glutton, and wrapped his arms around John's squishy moobs. John replied in turn, snuggling up to Dave, and both boys were more than content to lay together in a soft embrace until both slipped into a happy sleep, Dave clinging to John's flabby body and John digesting against Dave's chiseled frame.

Sadly, the cheesecake lay forgotten by itself until the next morning.