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Cabin Feeder
(Ha ha, see what I did there? So, I’m going to try to do a couple fills for @get-beached! this year. Already missed the first one, but snuck in, just in time, for an Original S’more. ~600 words, setting up the scenario. Sam, Dean, and an occasional cameo from Cas, so far, but we’ll see how it goes. Dean will be the one getting his chunk on. Prompt: too much of a good thing)
Also on AO3
PART ONE...
They'd been at the cabin all of a week, and Dean was already getting antsy.
“It's too quiet.”
“There are bugs, Sam. BUGS.”
“All this fresh air. It can't be good for a man. Please.”
“Does this look like poison ivy? I swear it's poison ivy ...”
Sam savored the quiet and the bugs and the relaxation, seeing deer when he went for his morning runs and watching the hawks drift on lazy currents overhead, but Dean seemed to need to be actively entertained. The only thing that shut him up was food, which, fortunately, was at least marginally rewarding to round up. They could be actual, boring, civilian hunters for five hot minutes. And Dean, to Sam's surprise, was a damned good fisherman. Especially with a cooler full of beer.
So tonight, they were feasting on bass. And a batch of southern biscuits, and green beans Sam picked up from a roadside stand. Throw in more beer, as a food group? Dean was happy as a pig in mud.
Cas dropped by—like, literally, dropped in out of thin air—for a casual visit, and they were all gathered around the old table, sharing dinner. Even though Cas didn't have to eat, he said he enjoyed the green beans, however Sam noted Cas was oddly mindful of the fish, almost moony-eyed looking at the creatures in the frying pan. But Dean was chowing down like it was his new-found career.
The dinner was good, no question. And before long, Dean had dropped his fork to recline back in the chair, rubbing his over-full belly. It didn't bother him one bit to unfasten his belt and top button, much to Sam's amusement.
“Man, Sam. That was ...” Dean stifled a burp, “… I didn't know you could cook. Like, I know you do salads and, I dunno, granola and soy garden quinoa pucks or whatever, but man. Those biscuits? I swear, if I had room I'd eat ten more.”
“As you wish,” Cas said casually, and reached over to touch a single finger to Dean's midsection, right were his stomach was starting to press against his t-shirt in a noticeable bump. At first, Dean looked distinctly baffled, and Sam arched a brow himself, but then Dean grinned almost lecherously. At the biscuits. He chuckled and sat up and plopped another three on his plate, and began smothering them in butter and honey.
Sam gawked. “I thought—”
Dean rubbed his hands together and picked up his fork again, with a twirl. “Hey, I just had to let things settle a minute. Move down the ol' chute.”
“TMI, dude.”
“Actually,” Castiel butted in, “I relaxed your stomach and allowed for more … expansion and digestion. Eased the discomfort. You're welcome.”
“No shit? Well that's awesome!” Dean dug in merrily, and Sam had a thought.
If he kept Dean busy, with cooking and eating and napping and all the excellent things they well and truly deserved, maybe, just maybe, they could stay here for more than the summer. They weren't all that far from a decent sized town (it had a small college in it too), they had surprisingly good wifi, and the view of the lake from the back porch was amazing. There was even an unattached garage where they could stash the Impala, between the kayaks and fishing rods.
Maybe, just maybe, this could be the beginning of their retirement. Sam let himself indulge in the idea, and figured he'd have to see how the summer shaped up. Dean might learn to love it here.
...to be continued...
Cabin Fever, chapter 2
Sam advances his retirement plans, makes a Dutch baby, and spills a few beans...
(Of course I take forever to get to the point. Slow belly burn, I guess?
This is my second installment for Get Beached!, the A Little Extra week, with these two mini-prompts: tubing/rafting and too-fat-for-last-year's-swimsuit, which I took a few liberties with. And didn't really focus on. Because I forgot which prompts I was using and it got to be a hot mess and feelier than I planned, but yeah. Enjoy, anyways? :D) Also on AO3...
June meandered into July. The weather got more sultry, and Sam found himself working in the cabin's kitchen to be an increasingly sweaty challenge. But he was also dedicated to the cause, and frankly, the temporary discomfort made for rewards that were obvious and visible. He knew he was on the right track.
They'd fallen into an easy pattern. Dean was starting to expect being fed three squares a day, navigating around a mid-afternoon siesta and fishing or leisurely canoeing or some other casual hobby, like making fancy lures. (The fastidiousness with which Dean could fashion an artificial fly was a marvel to behold, truly.) He'd putter around the cabin, doing odd jobs or the laundry or the dishes, while Sam planned next week's menu from old cookbooks left laying around the place. They'd met a few guys from the nearby village and had already gotten invited to their monthly poker game, which Sam was actually looking forward to. It was next Friday, in fact.
But for now, Sam was occupied with figuring out how to bake a Dutch baby, which was not, in truth, as grim as the name might've implied. It was some sort of hybrid pancake/crepe/popover thing, and Sam had sent Dean out in search of thimbleberries for the topping. Sam found the perfect, rounded cast iron skillet for the pastry among the eclectic array of pots and pans accumulated by the owners over the years, and he was just putting the experiment in the oven when Dean came in the door, the hem of his t-shirt lifted up to form a handy dandy thimbleberry sack.
He grinned a little sheepishly when Sam looked up. “Forgot a bag. So much for the shirt.” Which was true on more than one front: yes, the berries were staining the gray fabric purple, but also, the shirt was getting small … as witnessed by the distinct paunch Dean displayed over the tight pinch of his jeans. It was probably time to retire those, too, given the way his flanks squeezed over the top of the waistband. No need for a belt anymore.
He'd probably put on a good ten-fifteen pounds, if Sam had to guess. But it looked fitting on Dean. It smoothed his hard edges. He'd never seen Dean so laid-back, except that one time when he'd eaten the Leviathan-tainted turducken, and that sure as hell didn't count. This was genuine mellow. His cheeks were pink and his belly was soft and all was right with the world.
“There's a bowl on the table.” Sam pointed. “Brunch is in twenty. I hope.”
“What is this again? A <i>baby</i>?”
“That's what the book says.”
“Made with real babies?”
“Funny. Go change your shirt.”
Dean had just dumped the berries when his phone buzzed. Sam hoisted brows and Dean shrugged.
“Donna,” he said, after checking the caller ID. “Hey, D-light, gonna put you on speaker. Sam's here.” He hit a button and set the phone on the table.
“Heya, boys,” came her bright voice. “Got a question fer ya. Skunk apes. Whadya know?”
“Aren't they in Florida?” Dean noted, licking berry juice off his fingers.
“You don't think one could wander this far up north? From sightings, it's big and it's hairy and smells bad.”
“That there's a sasquatch spin-off. Sam's department.”
To which Sam gave Dean a look and wandered towards the table, wiping his hands on a towel. “Bipedal?”
“Yep.” “Sure it's not just some stoned hippie?”
Dean snorted and punched Sam in the shoulder.
“Yeah, smartypants,” Donna chuckled. “Terrified a whole 4-H camp last week. The parents are in a tizzy.”
“Okay, okay, serious business,” Sam continued, “well, the good part is, if it really is a skunk ape, they're easy to take out. Nothing special. Shotgun'll do the trick. They're scavengers, like to eat roadkill and carcasses and that sort of thing, so leave out some expired meat and … wait?”
“From a distance,” Dean volunteered.
“Ha ha, thanks, Captain Obvious,” Donna said.
“Why don't you tell Claire to tackle the fucker? Leave it to the noobs.”
“Y'know what? That's a great idea.”
Dean preened and Sam rolled his eyes. “Good luck, Donna.”
“Yeah, call us, let us know how it goes,” Dean added.
“You betcha. How you boys doing anyway? Enjoying your summer off?” Sam tried to be surreptitious, glancing sidelong at Dean. The proof was going to be in the pudding, as they say, and he left space for Dean to field the question. To Sam's relief, Dean didn't seem the wiser, and answered Donna with hardly a pause.
“It's pretty damned amazing. Hate to admit it, but I could get used to this. You should come over and visit some weekend.” And then he flashed a smile at Sam.
Sam wasn't sure how to read that. Did Dean … know? Or was this an earnest realization? Did it matter, either way? Sam returned the gesture on the bite of a lip. “Yeah, we've got an empty loft and enough beer to serve a small army. We'd love to have you.”
“Maybe I will! Be good, you guys.”
After Donna hung up, Dean lingered at the table, picking at the berries.
“You should maybe wash them? Could have bear pee—”
Dean immediately abandoned snacking and went to the sink with the bowl.
“So, Dean … ”
“Hmm?”
In for a penny, in for a pound. Sam plunged forward. “Did you mean that? You could get used to this? Because …”
Dean threw a glimpse to Sam, over his shoulder. “Yeah, dude. We should make this an annual thing!”
“Oh. Um, yeah.” “Like the Vegas trip, right?” “Right.”
Dean shook the berries into a colander and continued nibbling, offering Sam a handful.
“Thanks.” But really, what Sam meant was, 'Hey, we could move here and leave the biz and this could be our forever thing.' Guess he still had a little more coercing to do.
The timer on the oven buzzed and Dean perked up. When Sam took the pancake out of the oven, it was perhaps the most glorious thing he'd ever seen, short of the living, swirling iridescence of the human soul.
“Holy crap, Sam, that's … quite a baby.”
And it was. Once covered in berries and a sprinkle of powdered sugar per the recipe, Sam had every right to brag. It was rich as sin too, and while he managed to stuff down a goodly slice, Dean easily polished off the rest. And a big glass of milk. And the last of the berries. One Dutch baby: success.
Meanwhile, the sun had reached its apex, heating up the cabin to a fair swelter.
“You know what I want?” Sam said lazily, hands behind his head at the table.
“A poster of Vince Vincente for over your bed?”
“Well, apart from that. A swim.”
Dean looked vaguely surprised, rubbing the soft swell of his middle. “Aren't we supposed to wait an hour?”
“Not if we're just tubing.”
The surprise turned to appreciation. “I like the way you think, Sammy!”
Sam owned swim trunks, because of course he did, but Dean defiantly rebuked anything that resembled shorts. Until today.
At first he made noises about cutting off jeans, but Sam asserted the wise observation that they just didn't look comfortable, especially sopping wet. Dean couldn't argue.
“Try a pair of my trunks.” And he tossed his spare pair at Dean's head. “No one's gonna care if they've got flowers on 'em.”
“Gimme the striped ones.”
“Nope. I'm already wearing them. Too late. They've got my germs.”
Again, Dean couldn't argue. So he huffed a sigh and went off to the bedroom to change, mumbling something like, “Yeah, you're (something something) germs (something) …”
When he returned, he looked none too pleased, a beach towel wrapped around his waist and tucked under his belly.
“What?” Sam demanded, at Dean's stinkface.
“You gave me the small ones.”
“I did not! Why would I do that? They're the same size.”
“Liar.”
“DEAN.”
Dean sighed and flipped off the towel. The trunks pinched tautly around his waist and just barely covered his ass.
For the most part, they used to wear a similar size pants because of Sam's stupidly long torso, but there was no denying that Dean had gotten a good couple sizes stouter. He palmed his robust belly grimly, giving it a jiggle that rippled all the way to the doughy lovehandles on his sides. There were even a few tiny stretchmarks growing around his navel.
“Dean.” Sam softened. “Dude, who cares?”
“What if I care,” Dean said with a touch of petulance.
“Do you?”
“I dunno—”
“Look. Okay. Hear me out. You're happy, right? You're enjoying yourself. You're … on vacation. We're supposed to indulge and not worry about all the crap that fucks us up, on the regular,” Sam said, feeling his heart leak out of his mouth in the form of pleading. “We don't have to run away from some weird cryptid. Squeeze through sewer drains, climb fences. Do any of that shit anymore if we don't wanna. Just … let's grab some beers and a couple inner tubes and hit the lake and … drift. If only for today.”
Dean blinked, his towel curled in one hand. He might've even seemed a bit alarmed at the degree of Sam's sincerity. Hell, Sam was alarmed by it, for that matter. He might've gone and jumped the gun with this whole revelation that he didn't so much as ask Dean about. Sam just started cooking and sneakily appealing to Dean's hedonistic side and chose a direction <i>for them</i>. It wasn't exactly fair. But they could always turn it around again, and if Dean decided as much? Sam would follow.
For a few clumsy moments, they stared at each other. Sam pressed his lips tightly, probably wasn't even breathing.
Finally, Dean let himself consider the here-and-now, and shrugged. Slinging his towel across his shoulders, he shot Sam a crooked, thoroughly rakish grin.
“Alrighty then. Let's float these sonofabitches.” (to be continued!)
Chubby Dean, outgrowing his bed. Like, really chubby. Chubby². Who needs a body pillow when you ARE one?
Cabin Feeder: chapter 3
Dean makes a big decision for the both of them, regarding retirement. And there were pies. A couple days late a dollar short, here’s the final chapter for my @get-beached lake vacation! I did half-assedly try to “Cram It in”, so I touched on these prompts in this chapter: sitting by the campfire, s’mores or weenie roast, soaking up the sun, too much of a good thing (again, lol) and finally, an eating contest. 5744 words, posted on AO3
Bottoms up!
Sun’s out, tum’s out! (Should our boy go bigger for summer? 😏)
Hey, vessels are really stretchy
Dean has an established panty kink in canon... maybe in Lisaverse since he's really becoming bigger she helps him one up that by seeing what he would look like in a bra - for support of course - or some lingerie
Okay, now THIS piques my curiosity! Tell me more
Other anon is INSPIRED! We know that Lisa loves measuring Dean's progress, and a bra that fits properly has so many different measurements that need to be taken so that the bra will fit just riiiiiight...
It's so good to see you back!!! <3
For the prompt thing: 26, Dean/Cas, chubby Dean or chubby both of them
Thanks! Glad to be back. Your prompt choice is tasty, but I just noticed someone picked it right before you? Throw me a new number, please! If you could. (And how chubby would you like Dean or them?)
Just saw your post about the prompts and I am so happy I found your blog omg??? You're one of my favorite kink writers ever!!
As for prompts, I would love to see I think it was number 26? It was "heavy lifting" tho, but whatever you can think of for that, but my thought was something from your Lisa!verse, maybe? Like a few years down the road when Dean is at that cusp of immobility weight, and every time he gets up from anywhere or waddles around it feels like heavy lifting or maybe Lisa makes a comment about how she needs to start pumping more weights if she's gonna keep up with the heavy lifting that is helping Dean sit up in bed or get off the couch. But whatever else you think of for that prompt would be fine too! That was just my idea lmao
Super glad you're getting back into the fandom! Can't wait to see any new work from you ❤️ (but no pressure to post anything, obvs, I'm just happy to hear from you!)
It’s so happy-making to see all this, thanks! I love that you’ve given me some awesome ideas. Let me chew on this (see what I did there?) :D
this is so exciting?! ur my favourite author!
dean/lisa for #23 - Hypnosis 🌀 / Milkshake 🥛 pretty please with a cheery on top (of the milk shake lol)
Oh, I like this one lots!
Exciting that you're back! Hope you're doing good! I think this one's exciting:
#5 Witch's Brew 🔮 / Baker's Delight 🥐
pairing Cas/Dean?
There's a lot of possibilities with the witches brew prompt ~ magical bakery🥐 that just so happens to have a magically fattening and/or addictive quality? But that's just inspo, have fun with it!!!
SWEET! ;) I can definitely work with this! Glad to be back and I hope I can dish out some goodies.
Can I get uhhhh 13 with Cas?
I don’t see why not! Castopus? :D
Hello! Other anon again, instead of 26, maybe prompt 19 (control/virtual)? Preferably DeanCas but I'll literally read anything you write, so if you prefer a different pairing go for it! As for how chubby Dean is, that is also up to you, so long as he ends up bigger than when he started.
Maybe Dean is separated from his partner (Cas, or whoever), for a work trip or something, and for the duration of the time that they're apart, they've agreed that his partner will have control over what Dean eats (with the intention of him gaining X amount of pounds by the time his partner returns), and they track Dean's progress on videocalls?
Yeeeessssss, I think we can do this, yes we can... *rubs hands together greedily*
You're back! I hope that you are doing well! The fandom has missed you greatly!
If I may add another prompt to the pile....
Dean/Lisa (your lisaverse perhaps!?) & 31. Halloween Party 🕸️ / Surprise Stuffing 🍔
Maybe there's a neighborhood block party for Halloween! Is it Lisa stuffing Dean for all to see? The neighborhood husbands taking their chance to stuff the male model who's moved in down the block? Maybe the neighborhood wives delighting in softening up Lisa's sweetheart? The possibilities are endless!
I may well save this for Halloween! But that gives me plenty of time to write it and ponder which costume might suit Dean. ALL OF HIM.
Not sure how you feel about this idea, but maybe with prompt 19) control:
Lisa is pregnant with her and Dean's baby, and she decides that if she's gonna get big and fat, he has to grow along with her. For every pound she gains, she controls his diet to the point that he's gaining double, no, TRIPLE the amount. By the end of her pregnancy, Lisa is glowing and 30 lbs bigger (it's mostly baby), and Dean has packed on a little over 100 lbs on top of how big he already was before they learned Lisa was pregnant
I just love the idea of Lisa controlling Dean and getting him to gain obscene amounts of weight, and Dean just goes with it bc he loves her (and then eventually gets into it himself)!! So whatever else you can think of would also be perfect, ofc ❤️
This is absolutely doable! Maybe an AU to the Lisa!verse I've already got rolling, hmm?
Unrelated to the ask prompts, kind of, but I was wondering what like your limits are with weight gain? Like what you like the most, what you're neutral towards, and what you dislike/refuse to write? I don't wanna suggest an idea that makes you uncomfy or anything, kinks are different for everyone, so I don't wanna make assumptions that you'd be on board with any idea I come up with (not willing to write it, even, just enjoying the prompt on it's own without the expectation of filling it, if that makes sense)!
This is a very kind request, nonny! Cool of you to have asked.
Like you said, kinks are wide and ranging. What blows one person's skirt up won't work for all. And that's beautiful. This is one of the awesome things about kinking in the fandom playground: you know it's fantasy. You don't have to represent reality. Let your id out to play. Stretch boundaries (and bellies). Don't worry about seemliness. Who's going to know? ;) In terms of limits particularly in the weight gain and belly arena, I'm not a big fan of excretory or slob stuff. Sexytimes? Optional. I mostly play in the SPN fandom (if you didn't already know) and for whatever reason, I like my Sam skinny so he doesn't get the plumpening. Apart from that? Just about everything's fair game, all sizes from beginner bellies to impossible gains. It takes a lot to make me squeamish so I'm hoping to entertain some wilder requests! Honestly, I'd like to try a little more horror and edginess than the shmoopy stuff I usually do. Feeling crunchy these days. So please, prompt away! You won't weird me out, promise.
I'm the anon that asked about your limits and such!
So, what's your opinion on like health issues? That can be a pretty broad topic too, I know, so I guess are there any that you particularly enjoy, like mobility issues, being out of shape/losing breath quickly, or even the more hardcore ones like actual diagnosed issues that require medicinal intervention?
The idea of eating and getting bigger without any regard to anything else is just super hot to me, personally, so I thought I'd ask! Thanks for being so kind and open about stuff ❤️
Good question! Understandable that some folks don't like it (and I have gotten one or two comments a while back, unhappy with how I explore the topic on occasion) but yeah, I could go dark this way without a whole lot of qualms. It's not actually hurting real people and I *do* have a melodramatic streak! Happily ever after? NOT ALWAYS... Thank YOU for asking and taking any interest in my silly stuff!
Anon who asked about your limits again, and honestly I would LOVE to see any and all health problems you would be willing to or interested in writing!!
As for prompts, I forget which number it is but the devilish prompt I feel could work well for this? Maybe Sam fattens Dean up, and they're both into it, but then Dean is diagnosed with something or warned about how he's on the cusp of something like high cholesterol. Dean takes it seriously, decides they should slow things down, and Sam agrees, on the outside
Inside tho, all he wants to do is make Dean even fatter even faster! It's one thing if he's too fat to hunt, fat people can do all kinds of things society doesn't believe they can, but if he's too out of shape? If his health is too precarious bc he has high blood pressure, high cholesterol, high blood sugar? Then hunting is out of the question for Dean entirely, no matter what the other man has to say about it
Sam can either be obvious in how he wants Dean to be even bigger regardless of consequences, or he can be subtle, condition Dean into living and eating a certain way until Dean more or less just kind of shrugs at the idea of health issues like "kind of inevitable at this point, right? And I ain't stopping with the food anytime fuckin' soon, so the doc can shut his cake hole about that shit. Shit, a cake sounds really good rn..." and Sam is so delighted at how fat, lazy and unhealthy his brother is
He likes to tease him, too, with stuff like "we just checked your blood sugar levels Dean, do you really need a whole cake rn?" and Dean just levels him with a Stare. Sam chuckles and walks into the kitchen, grabs one of the whole cakes from their giant fridge, brings it back with half a gallon of heavy cream and even a tub of ice cream to help get it all down. Dean digs right in
(sorry if that was too much!!)
Thanks for that meaty prompt! I'll put it on the list...
I read you're interested in maybe going more towards a halloweeny edgier prompt?
I raise you:
22. Lace 👙 / Creepy Carnival 🎪
Maybe the protagonist (pick of your choice, but the lace screams dean) visits a carnival freak show (idk if you know American horror story but that's the inspo in my head rn haha) style and somehow becomes one of the attractions... maybe fattest man alive?
Oh, this one is GOOD. Very good. Screams for art, yes it does.