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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Lisa_Braeden/Dean_Winchester
  Character:
      Lisa_Braeden, Dean_Winchester, Ben_Braeden
  Additional Tags:
      Weight_Gain, obesity, fat!Dean, fat!Ben, Milking, Cows
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-02-07 Words: 1583
****** Welcome To Suburbia ******
by konacher7258
Summary
     When Dean moves in with Lisa he finally finds a use for his milk.
One of the best things about suburban family life with Lisa is that his milk is
regularly being used. When it was just him and Sam, the milk was left to sit
heavy and uncomfortable in his swollen udder. When Sam finally milked him down
he merely threw it all away. Dean thought it was weird to drink something that
came from his own body and Sam was never one for milk in the first place. But
Lisa likes to cook with the milk, making all sorts of sauces and creamy soups
and baked goods, so now his udder rarely goes a day without milking. Of course,
Lisa just likes to cook such cream-laden food. She eats much more healthily
herself. That means the majority of the rich, fattening food goes to Dean, who
has no qualms about his milk as an ingredient in food. The rest of the food
goes to Ben, who absolutely loves Dean’s milk.
Lisa knows she can be a pushover. That's how Ben got blanket permission to
drink his fill of Dean’s nutrient-dense milk. Ben’s a big kid and only getting
bigger so his fill is sometimes as much milk as Dean has to give. And Dean
makes a lot of milk, more than he made before he moved in with the Braeden’s.
It seems that the more he eats, the more milk he produces. And he eats like
there's no greater pleasure in the world. The entire neighborhood knows the men
of the house must be eating something to make them so fat. Even with Dean
rarely going outside it seems that all the gossipers know exactly how big he
is. Ben's a much easier target. It's something of a spectacle to see him
waddling to the bus in the morning, straining against a stomach full of milk.
Lisa thinks Ben will eventually overtake Dean in size at the rate he's going—as
huge as he is and only fourteen years old. But, Dean will remind her with a
mouthful of pie, he's still gaining weight at a steady clip. It won't be long
before he reaches truly immense proportions. Lisa has a moment of fleeting
worry for how incredibly fat her boys are getting but then Dean hiccups and
Lisa remembers how much his eating turns her on. She puts the matter out of her
head entirely and heads upstairs to do a load of laundry.
Ben is home from school not much later, panting from the exhaustion of waddling
off the bus and up the sidewalk. He smiles when he sees Dean sitting on the
couch—or rather he smiles at the site of his full udder, so swollen that his
teats stick straight out. He makes his way to a nearby chair and plops down,
breathing deeply. After a minute he grouses, “I wish I had a cup so I could get
some milk. I’m too tired to go to the kitchen.”
“You don’t really need a cup, do you?” Dean asks. He looks at his bulk
consideringly, then reaches down to scoop up as much of his belly as he can to
better expose his udder. “I bet you could sit on the floor and just squirt it
into your mouth.”
“Hmm,” Ben murmurs, studying Dean’s udder. He gets heavily to his feet.
“Alright, I’ll try it.”
Dean shuffles forward on the couch until his udder is all but dragging on the
carpet between this ankles. He spreads his legs wide apart so that Ben has room
to plop down on the floor in front of him. Ben pats his udder and smiles at how
taut it is. Dean's practically leaking cream. Ben pinches one teat and aims
into his open mouth but ends up squirting the carpet. He tries again but this
time the milk dribbles down his shirt. He gives a huff and then closes his lips
over the teat, sucking and pinching at the same time so that a steady stream of
milk pours into his mouth. Dean groans at the feeling of pressure being
relieved. He hadn’t realized he’d gotten so uncomfortably full until he was
emptied a little. He leans back on the couch and lets himself sink into the
soft cushions. He can tell from the strong suction on his teat that Ben is
still going strong. He stretches a little bit and closes his eyes.
Ben can tell that Dean has fallen asleep. It makes it a little less weird that
he’s sucking on him. He knows there’s still plenty of milk in Dean’s udder even
with the pressure going down. Now Ben feels the pressure as his stomach fills
with milk. The feeling of being full is always euphoric enough to make him
hungry for more. He continues to suck down Dean's milk.
Fifteen minutes later, Ben is still drinking. His stomach is completely
distended, filled to capacity with sloshing milk, but Dean’s teats are still
giving a trickle of cream so Ben continues to slurp it up. Once he laps up the
last drop he lets go of Dean’s now-floppy udder and rolls onto his back. His
enormous gut feels bloated beyond anything he’s felt before. He spreads his
legs apart and gasps when he feels his gut plop onto the carpet between his
knees. He can’t believe that his belly is so big that it reaches all the way
down past his enormous thighs to the floor below. And yet it’s round enough to
sit like a mountain on top of him, rising up so high that he can’t see much
over it. He reaches his hands out, wondering what lies between this mountain
slope and the puddle of blubber between his legs, but he can’t reach far enough
to find the end of his belly.
And then, despite the satisfaction of a full belly, he’s overwhelmed by a
desire to find a mirror so he can see what he looks like. He presses his palms
to the floor and tries to push himself up into a sitting position, but finds
himself unable to budge. He tries again, but still can’t strain forward enough
to get more than a few inches off the floor. He figures his belly is just too
big to accommodate sitting up so instead he tries to roll onto his side. He
anticipates a painful sloshing as his mammoth belly goes crashing to the floor
beside him but he finds that he can’t roll over either. He pushes himself
again, then one more time, but finally has to admit it: he’s stuffed himself to
the magical point of being unable to move until his stomach digests. He lets
himself relax against the carpet, merely accepting his immobility. He folds one
arm behind his head and hugs the other around his gut, patting it amicably. He
relishes the way the blubber wobbles and ripples. Temporary immobility is much
more pleasant than he would have thought. His only regret is that he can’t get
at the sack of fat between his legs. He would love to be able to knead it and
feel it’s squishy texture. But, he thinks, as he continues to slap at his gut,
the flab within reach isn’t half bad either.
That’s how Lisa finds him when she comes downstairs, carrying a basket of
laundry. At first she smiles, thinking both he and Dean are snoozing, but then
she sees Dean’s drained udder and notices that Ben’s belly has distended into a
gargantuan ball. As soon as she pieces it together she hears the faint slapping
sounds and sees that Ben is blissfully playing with his flab. “Ben, honey, get
up,” she says. Between Ben’s distended stomach and the fact that he’s so
clearly enjoying his blubber, Lisa can sense that they’re on a precarious edge.
“I can’t, mom.” Ben’s voice comes from beyond the pile of fat. “I’m too full. I
tried to get up and I couldn’t.”
“Oh,” Lisa says.
“I would really love a snack though,” Ben says hopefully. “Do you think you
could bring me some cake?”
Lisa thinks about it. “I guess so.”
Lisa watches with dismay as Ben takes the cake and devours it, all while flat
on his back.
After that, Ben makes a habit of sucking right from Dean’s teats. He drinks so
much that Dean has unconsciously increased his food intake so that he produces
enough milk. Now Dean spends most of his time on the couch with a serving
platter full of food balanced on his gut. He shovels it into his mouth with
both hands, then puts the empty tray aside and spreads his legs to expose his
udder. Ben drinks until there’s nothing left. Then Lisa brings more food,
another platter for Dean and a heaping platter for Ben.
It isn’t long before Dean’s enormous gut sits heavy and solid on the floor
between his feet when he sits in his favorite spot on the couch. His udder is
completely enveloped by fat. Lisa has to hold back Dean's belly for Ben to be
able to drink from him.
Ben has gained almost as much weight. He sits on a couch across from Dean,
eating from his own platter of food. The combination of milk and food means Ben
is quickly growing to Dean's size. It won't be long until both of their bellies
rest on the floor.
Lisa should be horrified, but they're way past the point of stopping. She keeps
the food coming.
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