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softdoctorreid · 2 years ago

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a little more | reid x reader

a continuation of "a little extra”

summary: later seasons Spencer overindulges and then eats you out. that’s it, that’s the fic. • nsfw/18+, smut, oral sex (female receiving), vaginal sex, shameless smut

(previously posted this on AO3 anonymously)

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Rossi’s dinners were always a big to-do, with the fanciest foods, the most expensive liquors, and the best company the BAU had to offer. You looked forward to them and the joy they brought to you and to Spencer. After a particularly tough few months, things were finally looking up for the team and Dave extended an invitation for everyone to join him for a night to remember at his house - sorry, mansion. And you were always happy to be Spencer’s plus-one.

No expense was spared on festivities or on food. There was dish after dish of rich Italian food, heavenly desserts provided by Penelope, and plenty of libations to go around. It was easy to get overwhelmed by the amount of savory and sweet spreads available, and your boyfriend’s eyes were notoriously bigger than his stomach. Not to mention his inability to resist anything with sugar in it. Spencer had treated himself to one too many servings of lasagna and garlic bread, completely neglecting the expertly roasted vegetables, before insisting on trying at least one of each treat prepared by Garcia – and then some.

Now that you were home, Spencer was facing the consequences of his own gluttony. He fell back onto the bed with a groan, head tilting back as his hand came to rest on his stomach. Long fingers stretched over the little bulge of his belly straining against his shirt.

You giggled, sauntering over to join him on the bed. “Overindulge there, babe?” you teased, sitting beside him.

“Maybe,” he said, his lips curling into a pout. Like a child admonished for eating too much candy. “I’m stuffed.”

You reached over to place your palm beside his and massaged his tummy, so full it had almost no give beneath your touch. “It would seem so.” Your eyes wandered over him, stuck at the unforgiving point of his belt buckle digging into his flesh despite the fact he’d specifically left the table to loosen it a few notches at one point. The pull of the fabric over his swollen belly, the way he panted just a little as he shifted, seeking relief from a discomfort of his own doing. It reminded you of other sounds he could make, pretty whines you were suddenly desperate to coax from him.

You rubbed your legs together, warmth blossoming in the pit of your stomach, and let your touch drift down to his thigh. “I guess that means you didn’t leave room for dessert?”

“Dessert?” Confusion flashed over his face - dessert was precisely what had landed him in this predicament. But when he clocked the look in your eyes his own widened. “Oh. No,” he smiled. “There’s always room for dessert.”

“Yeah?” You nestled yourself between his open legs and began undoing his overtaxed button-down. You poked his lightly protruding tummy. “I don’t know, you are pretty stuffed.”

Spencer sat up, grabbing your waist to pull you closer to him. “I’m still hungry though,” he whined. He captured your lips in a desperate, needy kiss, all teeth and tongue searching for a taste of you. You wove your hands in his hair as he held your body against his. Tangled up together and it still wasn’t close enough for either of you.

“You’re just insatiable, huh Dr. Reid?” you asked. In response he simply pulled your shirt up over your head and began peppering a trail of kisses down your neck. “How am I ever going to satisfy your appetite?”

His mouth moved lower between your breasts, lavishing you with attention while he grappled with the clasp of your bra. Finally succeeding in removing the thin fabric, he looked up at you with desire-dark eyes. “By letting me satisfy you.” You should have known what he had in mind – going down on you was among his favorite pastimes, and it would take more than a bellyache to keep him from jumping at the chance to bury his face between your legs.

“I think that can be arranged.” You rolled your hips down against his growing dick and he let his head loll back against the pillows. Rocking back and forth you sucked at a spot just under his jaw, pressing your breasts flush against his bare chest until he groaned and fumbled desperately with his belt.

“Too tight,” he winced, and you reached down to offer a helping hand, stroking your fingers up the thickness of his hardening length through his trousers first.

“Not enough room in there for all of you,” you teased. When you finally flicked open his belt and popped open the button of his pants he let out a whimper of relief at the mercy of extra space his tummy inched forward to fill. “You’re a growing boy.” Catching the way his eyebrows furrowed at the innuendo, you dragged your fingertips from his navel up to his cheek, stroking his skin. You knew he was still self-conscious about the way his body had changed after his time at Millburn, so you quickly added, “And such a pretty boy. You’re so pretty, Spence, so pretty like this.”

You kissed him again. You just couldn’t help yourself. You loved every version of him, but it did something to you, something primal, after he had… filled out. The extra space he took up making his presence a little more commanding, and a little more real. After all those months apart while he was in prison, it reminded you that he wasn’t going anywhere. He was here, and whole, and real, and yours. All yours, as he flipped you over on the mattress and pulled your pants down your legs. Yours to squeeze, hands digging into his soft hips as he nipped at your neck, into the round flesh of his ass when rubbed his dick against over your center and groaned at how wet he could feel you were even through your panties.

Those long fingers of his, a little thicker than they used to be, made quick work of removing them and when he thumbed over your sensitive clit you twisted the bedsheets in your hands. He looked up with a devilish grin before spreading his tongue against you and the anticipation turned to overwhelming satiation as he helped himself to the taste of you. A moan of pleasure escaped his mouth, more thrilled than any reaction Rossi’s dinner had garnered – even Garcia’s triple fudge cheesecake. With you, he wasn’t holding back anymore.

Maybe that was the connection, the reason you found him so irresistible lately. It was like he’d relinquished control, given in to his baser impulses, be it the overindulging in delicacies that had expanded his waistline or the way he just couldn’t seem to keep his hands… or his mouth, or his body… off of you. He couldn’t hold back anymore. Or maybe he just didn’t want to. And there was something so undeniably hot about it, watching him give in and savor it all. Especially when it led to the ecstasy you felt now, as he licked and sucked at your center, using those large hands to stroke at your bundle of nerves as he did so.

“You taste so good,” he sighed. “Fucking divine .”

You closed your eyes, tangling your hands in his hair to pull him closer as you played back images of earlier that night. The way he had licked his lips at the sight of the feast before him on the table, and then again when you were splayed before him on the bed. How his tongue darted out to swipe each morsel of sauce or frosting from whatever was on his fork at dinner in a way that just drove you mad. The breathy huffs he made as he worked his way through the meal, his belt becoming increasingly tight as he pushed more food past his lips, pausing occasionally to lean back in the chair and rub the round little belly that poked out from his sweater. That hadn’t stopped him from slinking away to discreetly loosen his belt before dessert though. Discreet as he tried to be, it hadn’t escaped your attention, the subtle shift. Neither did the way the buttons on his shirt still strained as he continued to eat past the point of discomfort, drawn to those sweets like he couldn’t resist.

Now he was eating you out like his life depended on it, despite the ache you knew he must have felt after dinner and the food coma he had a tendency to slip into. All his energy had returned at the promise of getting a taste of you. Panting and moaning as though he couldn’t get enough of you. How wanted, how needed it made you feel to know he craved you. He was so greedy for you and you were happy to oblige.

Spencer pulled back to catch his breath, pressing soft kisses to your thighs and it crossed your mind how eager you were to return the favor later, to rest your head between his own soft thighs. To let him fuck you later for the incredible feeling of his whole body against yours. The weight of him on top of you was divine these days, enough to melt away all your worries as he held you tight. You still couldn’t believe that he had thought, even for a moment, you wouldn’t love all of him. This little extra he had now was everything, the extra security, the extra room to hold and cuddle. You wouldn’t complain about having more of the love of your life.

It made you think of relationship weight, of how everyone said that couples in happy partnerships were more likely to gain weight with their newfound security.

“God, Spence,” you groaned, as he pushed one finger inside of you, then two, thrusting lazily in and out of you as he hummed against your hip. “Please, more .”

You were the insatiable one now, begging for all he could give. Both of you comfortable enough with each other to give in, to beg. Spencer was safe now, safe from Cat Adams and safe from Scratch and most importantly, safe with you, in your arms. Or, at the moment, between your legs and resuming his ministrations in a way that made any further thoughts fly away. All you could think about was how good it felt, how good he was, how close you were as he lapped at your heat and finally brought you to completion with a cry of his name and one last tug on his curls.

When you opened your eyes again he was crawling up towards you, his lips glistening with your come. You watched as he slowly, deliberately swiped his tongue over them before smiling at you. “Delicious,” he said lowly.

And fuck , that was hot. You sat up, wasting no time to crash your mouth against his, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Satisfied?” you asked.

“Oh yes. I mean, if you are,” he said, falling back against the pillows.

“I am. Very. Although,” you said, pulling away, “I could go for more. What would you say to seconds?”

He chuckled, reaching up to stroke your cheek. “I’d say the second helping of cheesecake I had is catching up to me and I’m a little too full to move,” he replied, patting his tummy. You lay down, embrace sneaking around his waist to rest your head on that soft tummy. It was so comfortable to hold him close, and when you pressed a kiss just below his navel, you could feel his achingly hard cock twitch against where you lay. Sure, he had said he wanted to satisfy you, but he deserved release just the same. And you were more than happy to return the favor.

Licking a path down his happy trail, you stopped short of the waistband of his boxers. With a glance up at him, you smirked. “Who said you needed to move? It’s my turn to take care of you. You’ve already been a little greedy tonight,” you said, squeezing lightly at his belly. “But I want more, too. Want you to fill me up so good, Spence.”

He flushed, but it didn't stop the dazed smile spreading over his face. “How can I say no to that?”

So you pulled his boxers down, watching as his cock sprang up at attention, so thick and already leaking from the tip. “So pretty,” you said again, taking him into your mouth. The length of him warm against your tongue as you sucked him off, releasing him with a soft pop. Spencer grunted at the loss of contact, but you quickly silenced him by lining him up with your entrance and sinking down on to him. The noise of complaint quickly became a groan of satisfaction as you took him slowly, letting him fill you inch by inch.

So full, so wide. Like a missing piece fitting perfectly into place, making you feel whole again. It felt so right to be this close to him, to let the lines of where you began and he ended fade into nothing until there was no barrier left between you. Once you adjusted to the size of his throbbing cock, you began rolling your rips. As you found a rhythm, his eyes fluttered closed, mouth falling open in a perfect “o” of pleasure. The heat in the pit of your stomach swelled with pride at the sight of him, at knowing you had that kind of effect on him.

Spencer grabbed your ass to pull you closer, hold you tighter, and you reached your hands out to rest on his waist, his soft, over-full tummy giving you the perfect purchase to steady yourself on as you rode him. He whined the way he did earlier when he sought to relieve the pressure from his overtaxed belt and straining shirt. A sound of building discomfort, a wordless plea for the release he craved.

You loved it, love the huffs of breath as his hips bucked up to meet you, the way he whimpered as you thrust down onto him. The red flush of his face, the way filthy sounds fell from his lips, it was all so… delicious.

It spurned you on to pick up the pace, knowing he wouldn’t last much longer with the way he clutched at you. But you wanted to give him everything. He was safe. He was here, he was yours, and you wanted nothing but a lifetime of softness and sweet things for him. Let him indulge in luxurious foods and go back for second helpings. Let him succumb to gluttony and need all he wanted. Let him have his way with your body each time he begged. He deserved it, you thought, after everything. And if you made him feel safe enough to take what he wanted and still ask for more, with that bashful blush on his face, well that was just the cherry on top. Because you knew he’d give you anything you ever needed.

“Y/N,” he moaned. “Y/N, I’m…”

“I know,” you said, breathless. “I know, babe. It’s okay, I want you to come.” Your legs shook at the sensation of him, the fullness so overwhelming as you positioned yourself to take him even deeper.

“ Fuck, so close. So close. Gonna…” He trailed off again, head tipping back.

“Come for me, Spence,” you cooed. “Come for me. So full. Doing so good. Fill me up like only you can. Only you, babe.”

Your words coupled with a few more deep thrusts of your hips were enough to do him in, and the cry he gave as he emptied himself into you was just so goddamn pretty. For a minute you sat atop him, just taking in his wrecked, pretty face in the aftermath. Wet, bleary eyes and a blissed out smile, his cheeks the prettiest shade of pink as his spent dick softened inside you. You had to admit, the sight of your own work was something to behold.

Carefully pulling off of him, you sat yourself back in his lap and curled up against his chest, not caring about the mess between your legs for the moment. His arms came up around you to hold you to him and you nestled nearer, tingling at the warmth of his skin against yours. You were sure that this would be the time for him to spout off some statistic about the neuroscience of craving food and sex in a similar way, but judging by the way he rested his head against yours, he was entirely tuckered out.

It was so sweet to see him like this, so relaxed. Not a care in the world. You reached down to rub gently at his sore belly, needing to touch him still. Even after all that, you just couldn’t keep your hands off him. “I know someone said Rossi’s garlic bread was better than sex,” you said, smiling. “But clearly they’ve never had sex with Spencer Reid.”

He laughed, burying his head in the crook of your neck as he kissed you there, still struggling to come up with words post-orgasm. Not that you minded. You were perfectly content to lie there tangled up with him, hands wandering as you caught your breath. It gave you more time to work on memorizing the new shape of his body, the curves and softness the last year had given him. The thick thighs, the strong arms, the perfectly pudgy tummy. All home to the same kind eyes and winning smile and beautiful mind, and you adored every inch of him.

“Love you,” he breathed, finally finding the ability to speak. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” you whispered, stretching up to kiss him. And as you let your eyes close in his arms, his soft breath warm against your sweaty skin, you were perfectly, totally satisfied.

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peeppeephellofatface · 7 years ago

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Planned to post this last night but missed it by a few minutes :/

I've been thinking about him all day (week really), so here's some headcanons about humanoid Gordon. Under a cut because it got pretty long haha

Some of these are about the same as my older ones I posted months ago when I was last really into him, some of them are new.

-Squishy face, but not as much as FS. I tend to picture him looking more a he did in the model era but I do like how his eyes are in CGI. Pronounced eyelids, narrow eyes, somewhat upturned nose with a long bridge, defined but fairly thin lips.

-Can come off as rather androgynous due to his more masculine personality and size, but curvier shape, somewhat feminine style, and elegant features.

-THICC

-No seriously, I kept thinking about him squishing my head between his thighs SO MUCH.

-I kind of feel like his thighs are surprisingly firm and it's more his upper body that's softer but not too sure about that.

-He's the same height as FS but a bit smaller, not as strong as him, not as fat either. Somewhat curvy due to his proportionally bigger thighs and shoulders but still big around the middle. For some odd reason, I think he's the sort that nobody expects to feel the way he does- if they think he's gonna be soft he's surprisingly dense, if they think he's going to be more solid, they're surprised by how squishy he actually is. Probably in between Duke and FS in terms of softness.

-His calves and forearms taper quite a lot and his hands are surprisingly dainty. Long limbs.

-Not very flexible or nimble but quite graceful and surprisingly fast (unsurprising given his basis). Takes long strides, generally smooth movement. Rather than quick, small motions he tends to make larger but gradual ones with more force behind them. Doesn't make a lot of hand gestures. Which is part of why I hate the idea of him bouncing in canon, it really doesn't work with the sense of weight his design has.

-I cannot for the life of me imagine him falling in love with someone or doing anything sexual (I don't care if you do, this is just a personal thing for me). Honestly, I'm not totally sure why other than that he loves himself too much to care about someone else that much. Maybe the latter is because he's repelled by how messy it tends to be because he's a very neat and clean sort of guy?

-He doesn't seem like the type to be fond of physical contact much but I guess I could imagine him letting someone snuggle or hug him if they were really scared or cold. He kind of likes that kind of attention. He's not so impressed by people belittling him with their affection or being overly grabby-he likes to feel like he's the one in charge.

-An old headcanon I posted ages ago but haven't mentioned since- he's not keen on others doing it to him, but he is prone to stress eating. He takes some odd form of pleasure from overindulgence and really likes the feeling of being full in general but usually regrets it afterwards.

-I feel like when he's full it's not so visibly obvious. He just tends to feel tired and heavy, and if someone felt his middle it would be pretty firm but not puff out much. I'm taking back what I said before and I'm going to say his stomach is actually very quiet, which can make it even harder to tell if he isn't moaning about it. He can eat a bit more than FS but is considerably slower than him, and isn't really that bothered by it. But much like Spencer, he'll whine about even minor pains lol

-But as much as he might complain he'll probably swat you away if you try to touch him. Especially Henry. But he tends to be a bit more reluctantly accepting of someone like Emily or Edward doing so since he's a bit scared of physically hurting them (since they're considerably smaller and weaker than him). And they're also just the sorts who want to help him feel a bit better while Henry highkey has..... ulterior motives.

-He doesn't really have any body issues, he's very much happy with himself besides feeling inadequate when other engines are faster/stronger than him. But he still dislikes being touched or being shirtless or otherwise in more revealing clothing as sort of a modesty thing. I see him as the type as dressing conservatively. Wouldn't wear less than something T-shirt length and pants unless it's particularly hot.

-He's probably the most healthy/reliable of the Gresleys in general despite his accidents. Sure he's been worked hard for nearly a century now but they probably take good care of him on Sodor and it's reflected in his humanoid form. Also because he doesn't have the troublesome conjugated valve gear in engine form. Doesn't tend to to have the aches and pains of some other engines and can be dismissive of those on the Mainland who do since he doesn't really understand.

-His weight/general appearance also hasn't really changed much over the years either. Probably was one of the chunkier A1s back in the day since life on Sodor is pretty cushy but other than during the rougher war years he looks pretty much the same as he did then, just a bit older.

-Really the only significant change is that he has a pretty sizeable scar up his middle from his incident during TGR, but even that's rarely visible because again, usually covers that area up. He's actually become more militant about that because he's really embarrassed and angry about what happened and doesn't like seeing that reminder of it or having others ask about it.

-As anyone who's followed me since early this year knows, in strange parallel universe and dreams he does enjoy being a vore pred lol Especially getting rid of nuisances that way.

-Only putting this towards the end because it's largely irrelevant, but I see him as having long hair. Pretty much always tied back since it's very thick and is much easier to control that way.

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nofomoartworld · 7 years ago

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An Eerie Exhibition in London Serves Up a Smorgasbord of Fake Food

One of my biggest fears growing up was the supermarket, and in order to face this inhibition, I would pretend that I was in an art gallery. Aisles upon aisles of food, the source of anxiety, would suddenly transform into objects, bright and beautiful, often grotesque, and always untouchable.

I wasn't paying tribute to Paul McCarthy covering himself in ketchup, nor the colorful paintings of Wayne Thiebaud. It was a performance for modernity, like the theatrics of Marinetti's Futurist Cooking, but set to the background of a fast food ad campaign.

My ritual, and plenty of others like it, can be used to shed light on our cultural attitudes toward food, ones that are perhaps best emphasized by the approximate 30 million people in the United States with eating disorders or the country's two-thirds of adults who are considered overweight.

Softners, clay by Megan Smith.

Exploring this is a London show by Bad Art's Anna Choutova, who has curated a dinner that is completely inedible, aiming to create dialogue surrounding food, from overindulgence and restriction, to commercialization and poverty.

"It's just going to look like a massive dinner party," she tells Creators. "You'll enter a room and be surrounded by things that you want but can't have. Like full round wedding tables piled with different fake food that different artists have created."

A group of 29 international artists are involved in Choutova's Let Them Eat Fake exhibit, which opens later this month at Bones & Pearl Studios in London. The decadent work on display, predominantly ceramic based, includes huge bags of chips and pieces of gum, savory sausage sculptures, lollipops made of ash, and a chocolate fountain with green paint coming out of it.

Eat Your Pangs, plate and acrylic nails by Alexander Alexandrov.

"I want it to be quite assaulting on the senses," says Choutova. "I want it to mirror the assault of food in media and commercialism. It's quite in your face, luscious, but a bit sickening."

Recent legislation in the UK that bans online ads for junk food points to the power of influence that the fast food industry has on nutrition, following the World Health Organization's warning about the volume of these ads targeted at children.

This, paired with unrealistic body standards in media and the prevalence of both dieting and healthy eating trends, creates a cesspool of contradictory communication, underscored by a fast-paced environment that has no room for sitting down at a dinner table.

Sucker, coal, resin and ash by Spencer Merolla.

"It's constantly this push and pull to abstain and be healthy," says Choutova. "But also treat yourself, overindulge, and have this fast food deal. It's just a lot of messages being thrown at people, which can cause really difficult attitudes to eating."

The 23-year-old artist and curator, who puts on shows under her project Bad Art, was inspired after seeing fake ramen and sashimi on display in the window of a Japanese restaurant.

"I thought it was quite potent how plastic food starts playing with your senses and alluring you to eat," she says. "I think something as basic as human nourishment has kind of mutated into this huge subject and culture, where now, we're eating at an arm's length through Instagram. It's becoming more of a visual thing, rather than the actual act of it."

Sweet Live, casting of pralines made of cockroaches in resin by Zoran Georgiev.

Work by Amy Rose Holland. All images courtesy of Bad Art.

Faux Dessert, sequinned mix media by Jessica Brackett.

Find out more about Bad Art's Let Them Eat Fake, which opens August11, here.

Bad Art 2: 2 Bad Asks, "Isn't All Art Created Equal?"

A Delectable Food Photography Book Follows the History of Foodporn

Ferocious Seafood Dishes Bite Back in an Unsettling Photo Series

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softdoctorreid · 2 years ago

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fic list

key | 🍦= fluff, 🍒 = smut (18+), 🍇 = angst

a little extra: Spencer has always been self-conscious. But after prison he becomes a little extra aware of the extra weight he’s carrying and you decide to give him a little extra love to ease his mind. fem!reader. 🍦🍒 + a little more: later seasons Spencer overindulges and then eats you out. that’s it, that’s the fic. fem!reader. 🍒

happiness looks good on you: after a sabbatical away with you, the team points out that spencer has put on a little “happy weight”… but he’s not too happy to hear that. you try to change his mind. gn!reader. 🍦🍒

that stupid vest: spencer’s really grown into his fbi vest lately, and you can’t seem to stop staring. when he gets the wrong idea, you decide that honesty is the best policy. fem!reader 🍒

bury me at makeout creek: spencer reveals he’s never made out with someone before. you decide to teach him. fem!reader 🍦 + suck it and see: Spencer’s been studying what turns you on, so you reward him by getting him off. fem!reader 🍒

shaping up: overhearing someone describe him as having a ‘dad bod’ has spencer feeling self-conscious. you decide to surprise him with some news about just how fitting the term is. fem!reader 🍦

easy like sunday morning: you love morning cuddles with spencer. and if they lead to more, well, you’re not complaining. fem!reader🍦🍒

quick change: spencer needs new clothes and you’re more than happy to assist. gn!reader 🍦

love made: when cat adams shakes spencer’s confidence, you help reassure him - and sometimes actions speak louder than words. fem!reader 🍦🍒

warm hugs: another agent makes a comment about spencer’s ‘dad-bod’, but how can he want to change that when being a dad is his favorite thing? 🍦

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peeppeephellofatface · 7 years ago

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Yeah, what’s up, here’s the Spencer fic.

Some anonymous feeder fills up that big boy’s tummy with lots of treats. That’s really about it.

Obviously, stuffing, burping, chub, and some force-feeding in there :P

He had always been one of the softer ones of his class, with gently rounded rear, a considerable paunch to his middle, and fuller cheeks than his sharper-featured siblings. If not for his silver dress, one could easily assume that somehow another A3 had survived. And that was what had endeared him to them when they first saw him.

"Are you done for the day, Spencer?"

They had snuck into his shed and stood in front of him, looking up at his smooth face.

"After all, we don't want to have a repeat of what happened that time they found you after a.... little overindulgence."

"Oh, I'm sure I'm finished. It's awfully late, I can't imagine the Duke and Duchess are going anywhere at this hour."

They nodded back and extended their hand towards him as he materialized, holding it in his own. His fingers were rather dainty considering his size.

He didn't bother to pause before starting to walk off towards the place, leaving them scrambling behind to catch up to his quick walking pace. Much as he was in engine form, he was remarkably quick in this form, particularly with his bulk.

"Well, hurry up, won't you? I'm rather hungry."

"Getting there faster won't matter, you'll still have to wait for me!"

He sighed and stopped to let them close the gap, pouting a bit and looking around in exaggerated annoyance. Until they caught up, and slipped a hand up his shirt. He yelped and blushed a bit as he felt them squeeze at a handful of his belly. After a good chuckle, they let go of him and the two continued at much closer paces. They smiled at how well his plump backside filled out his pants, getting a bit flustered themself. They patted it for good measure as he unlocked the door. They couldn't see his reaction, but heard him sigh in pleasure.

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He was sprawled out across the couch as they finished arranging the plates of desserts for him. As most engines did in preservation, Spencer had put on a bit more weight. Not as much as many others with how active he was, but he was definitely a bit fatter now compared to the older pictures of him. They crawled on top of him and squeezed his full thighs and chubby middle, purring at how good he felt. But then they pulled back, narrowing their eyes as they looked over him more closely. Was he... getting even bigger?

"Let me see that sweet tummy, big boy."

They tugged his shirt up to just under his chest, feeling his plump belly in their hands, as their own face got hot along with his. Their hands trailed around to his sides, gently kneading at his soft flesh as they moved around his torso, feeling their fingers sink in a bit deeper than they had before.

"Aw, looks like you're becoming an even bigger boy, aren't you?"

"What? But... how?"

"I'm not sure. But it's so adorable on you."

He scooted back a bit to position himself more upright, his fat middle resting on his lap. He slowly met his hand to their own and marveled at what must have happened to him. They slid theirs out from under his and beneath his chin, stroking it as they brought a first bite of cake to his lips. While some may lament how dense cakes have grown over the years and yearned for the lighter, generic chocolate cakes of the past, Spencer loved rich food. He moaned as they started to feed him more, petting the side of his belly the way he liked it. It felt heavier and heavier as they filled him up, continuing their rubbing to help keep him from getting bloated and snippy as he sometimes did when he ate too much too fast. He wasn't as bad as Scotty, sure, but for an A4 he had a vicious appetite, with how his coal consumption was usually higher than the others due to his single chimney. After a while they straddled his middle and positioned theirself somewhere between his legs and his lap so they could get closer to him. Warmth radiated from him, as it always did when he ate, drawing them closer.

They rested an arm against him as they turned to another plate, accidentally putting a bit too much pressure on him.

"Could you scoot over a b-URP"

With the next plate in their hand, they turned around and giggled at him.

"Heh, sorry about that!"

They gave his belly a light pat in apology with their free hand. He was looking considerably bigger and wasn't as soft as he was normally. Clearly getting pretty full. They kept giving him little bites of the treats and stroking his middle until he started refusing them, looking away with a somewhat pained and annoyed expression. They glanced down at how tight his pants were against his stomach and loosened them for him, rubbing the underside of it where it was a bit red and sore from the pressure afterwards.

"You're getting so big, darling."

"I know."

"Think you can take more?"

"Pfft, of course!"

"Well, let's get out some of that air first."

Spencer blushed. Burping was so embarrassing for him, especially when someone had to help him with it. He just wasn't used to the sensation since he hadn't actually tried eating in this form until relatively recently. He felt himself getting red as they slid back a bit and gently massaged his swollen belly, knowing what was coming.

Of course, his burps were, frankly, anticlimactic. For how worked up he got over them, they were usually quiet and airy rather than more forceful like most of his siblings'. They chuckled at his reaction. It was so cute how his belches were so soft even though he was so big. Their kneading got a bit firmer, making them a bit flustered from the feeling of their hands sinking into his warm flesh.

"There, that should feel a little better. And you'll have some more room for more, big boy."

They turned to the container of ice cream behind them to start scooping it out for him, only to realize how stupid they had been by leaving it out this whole time. It was gooey, practically liquid from sitting around for a while. But then they smiled, getting an even better idea. Turning back to Spencer, they brought the container towards his lips and raised their eyebrows, smirking at him a bit to see if he got the hint. His eyes widened a bit in surprise, but he slowly opened his mouth and let them pour it in, groaning and sighing between thick swallows. They felt their own breathing growing heavy in excitement as they felt the hand on his belly rise as the thick liquid filled him. His head tilted back further as they raised the angle of the container to pour it all in, until there were just a few sticky dregs left. They pulled it away while he licked off his lips and spooned up the bit of solid ice cream for him.

"Ugh, can I have the other one as well?"

They gave him a look of shock and wonder at how he possibly would have room for more, but shrugged and opened the other carton. He greedily gulped it down as well, and they marveled at how much he was managing to put away. Halfway through, they tilted it back a bit to slow the flow and give him a chance to breathe as he began struggling. He moaned and winked at them, and they tipped it back the other way, forcing the last of it into him faster than before. His belly pushed further out and he teared up a bit as he found himself hitting his limit, shuddering with the each mouthful and seething once he had finished it off.

"Uggh, I'm so full it hurts..."

"Oh, you're far beyond full, more like stuffed beyond your limit. You're such a good boy, eating everything I wanted you to and even more like that. Let's help that tummy settle and help that pain.

He felt himself flush again as he looked down, realizing how bloated he was, and placed a hand to his side in wonder. They nudged it aside and pressed their own hands into his belly, gently squeezing it and massaging the tight bulge of it, eliciting a muffled belch from him, blocked by his hand out of modesty. He leaned back again to make himself more comfortable and give them better access to his hot, distended middle. There was a faint slosh from the liquid inside of him as he moved. They smiled at him and jiggled it a bit to rile him up and hear more of those noises. He burped and moaned several times as they continued kneading his tummy, an occasional gurgle coming from it as it struggled to deal with so much food.

"It's funny, Spencer. You only really seem to complain about your stomach hurting from overeating. Seems you can eat just about anything without too much trouble, unlike some of your relatives."

He felt a bit of pride inside from that fact.

"Like how some of them get crampy and grumbly if they eat something too heavy or sweet, but then there's you, and you ate... so much and all you did was get some air stuck in there."

He gave himself a closed smile as he looked down at his stuffed gut, and tugged them into his warm, soft form. They purred as they hugged his figure with one arm and continued stroking his quietly gurgling belly with the other. He leaned his head back as began to slip into a food coma, but they had other ideas. They moved back a little and kissed the top of his tummy, groping at his chubby sides and nibbling at his sensitive skin a little, trailing more of them downwards until they reached the underwear line. They gave the bottom of his belly a last pat and squirmed back up to rest their head against his chest again as the two finally drifted off to sleep.

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