Patreon Compilation – Fic#132 – Reaper/Soldier76 – weight gain; old men; fat!76 – Becoming Soft (Patreon)

Reaper/Soldier76 – While the nanites ensure Reaper's body being in tip-top shape, Jack doesn't have the luxury. With age comes the slow failure of the serum which has ensured his stress-eating would be hand-waved away... Now he and Reaper have to deal with the reality of becoming old. (Loving and supportive)

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Many things have not really changed in the long years that Gabriel has known Jack. He had thought that becoming Reaper and Soldier76 would have ended their lives as he had had known them, but after finding his way back to Jack and Overwatch, he finds that that isn’t the case. Not really.

Jack is still a cantankerous bastard, though now he doesn’t even try to hide it in front of others. He is still a workaholic that doesn’t know when to stop and leave well-enough alone.

He’s a pretty good fuck (though that is neither here nor there) – and he is a very ardent… stress eater. It’s weirdly comforting to realize that that also is one of the things that has never changed about them.

It’s not that Gabriel has paid it much mind past the initial shock of just how much Jack could put away when he is under enough pressure… but after a while it had become normal enough that he had never much paid attention to it again.

Their SEP enhanced bodies had made sure that they could eat without end and just burn off the endless amount of energy as if it were nothing (a torture all on its own), so Jack’s frequent eating binges had never really factored into… anything at all.

Now that they’re older, though, Gabriel wonders if the serum has its trouble keeping up with things – much as the two of them are getting a bit slower with age.

It would certainly explain why Jack’s perfectly lean body was gaining fat by the day.

Gabriel doesn’t immediately say something; he stays back at first, just watching how, as Overwatch slowly gains members and works itself up to regular missions, Jack is starting to eat more and more. He watches as he fills out his shirts, the stretchy fabric starting to cling snugly to the mounds gathering on his hips and over the belly that becomes more pronounced.

He watched Jack run on a treadmill and saw his chest jiggling as he seemed oblivious to it all, eyes fixed with a dark scowl on the TV that showed a news report of the latest batch of attacks all over the world that meant even more work for Overwatch.

For a while Gabriel really does consider saying something… but decides against it. He wants to see where it all leads. It’s not like he minds Jack getting fatter… and it’s not his place to tell him what to eat and what not. He’s not in the mood for any arguments. That’s one of the things that changed about him.

The nanites do enough to keep him on edge and in constant low-grade pain; he doesn’t need to put on even more strain by antagonizing Jack, which he had done rather happily when they had been younger.

The first time he really even mentions Jack’s weight gain is when he hears him grunt in frustration as he tries to pull off his shirt and can’t quite manage to do so without a thick rip signaling the end of that particular piece of clothing.

“Fuck,” Jack rasps. He throws it into a corner and rubs hands over his face. Gabriel stares at his back. His outline has definitely become more plump. Like he’s gained a good 100lbs.

Gabriel reaches out. He can’t keep from giving the roll of fat on Jack’s hip a nice pinch.

“Got fat, Jackie,” he says blunt, voice a smoky croon. He’s not… exactly upset about it all. Jack looks pretty hot like that. It’s beer-drinking-dad kind of hot.

Jack jerks his head around and stares at him with narrowed eyes, but whatever he sees in Gabriel’s gaze focused on the way he keeps pinching the fat, seems to calm him down somewhat. He rubs his hands over his face again. “I know…”

“Fuck me.”

Jack doesn’t really need any prompting or begging. It’s weirdly exciting to get fucked by this hunk. It’s like getting buried under a mountain. Jack presses down on him relentlessly, his belly having grown a lot more than Gabriel really paid attention to. His face is so close that he can hear his labored breathing just a few minutes into Jack fucking him like a truck.

Shit… why is it so hot to hear him out of breath and struggling?

.o.

It takes another two months for Jack to reach what Gabriel secretly thinks of as his ‘final form’. His body seems to have leveled out at a good 400lbs, no matter how much he’s eating. It’s double his weight from when he started out… and it shows.

Gabriel never has paid much attention to a body one way or the other; he doesn’t have specific types, so he never really sat down and watched as a shirt struggled for dear life, cutting into some nice, soft rolls of fat because it is simply too small for what it is supposed to contain.

It’s not like he overtly sits and stares at Jack… but he watches nonetheless. He sees the jiggle when he moves about; he hears his wheezing breaths when he tries to work out and loose some of the fat the stress-eating has put on his ribs.

He wonders if Jack is even aware of these changes, or whether they have snuck up on him. Gabriel sure is aware of them. It’s impossible not to when Jack finally has to cave in and get some larger pants when he can’t pull them up over his jiggly thighs anymore – or even hope to close the button.

It’s such a far cry from the athletic, straight cut man he had been just a few months before that it is insanely intriguing to Gabriel.

For the first time in his life he finds himself actively paying attention to the body form of another. He gets… kind of obsessed with it, if he is being honest.

His modified metabolism and the nanites rushing through his body mean that he can’t really change anymore. He is stuck with what he has and what he is; there is no conscious effort to put on some muscles or lose some weight. So he lives vicariously through Jack who seems more and more frustrated with the fact that he is not as fit anymore as he used to be. He starts wheezing far faster than he ever would have, struggling to go through any of his usual work-out routine.

Gabriel wouldn’t have it any other way, really.

He becomes obsessed with letting Jack fuck him. He just wants to bend over and let him go at it; putting the belly he has acquired on Gabriel’s ass so it’ll be out of the way for him to get his dick where it needs to be. Gabriel has never had the sensation before and he is getting addicted to it. He is for some reason acutely aware that it is Jack touching him that way. He doesn’t know if he would find it so incredibly hot with anybody else. He doesn’t think so.

Jack never talks about his weight, but it is easy to see that all the frustration he exhibits through day-to-day life somehow melts away when they’re in the bedroom. Maybe he feels that Gabriel is so completely into the feeling of getting swamped beneath the massive weight – or maybe he enjoys the sensation of owning Gabriel so fundamentally.

The draw has to be big enough to prompt him to not really want to loose the extra weight he has put on. All the indignities of his former clothes no longer fitting, his body jiggling with every motion, his breath coming in loud, wheezing gasps of air… all of it seems forgotten whenever he can lie down on Gabriel and bury him beneath his weight; just crush him into the ground both with his body and the bone rattling thrusts of his hips.

It’s just as well to Gabriel. He doesn’t mind. He even craves it. Jack isn’t actively going on missions anymore anyway… and it makes Gabriel want to follow suit. He wants to spend his days begging Jack to try and get it up for him again so he can spread his legs and just be completely owned by this man.

He just holds on for dear life and tries to keep the nanites from doing something undesirable as Jack suffocates him underneath his bulk. It’s some of the more intense orgasms he’s ever had in his life, head pounding from lack of oxygen and eyes feeling as if they had to pop out of his damn skull.

Even having to help clean him up afterward is weirdly hot; Jack just trying to catch his breath while Gabriel wipes the underside of his belly clean from jizz and gets a few nice gropes in.

It’s not how he imagined his life to go… but he is honestly not complaining.