Clark's Adventures with a Slobby Lois Part 1 (Patreon)

Tags: Weight gain, stuffing, gas (minor), mild slob

Part 2: https://www.patreon.com/posts/clarks-with-lois-114817339

--- Donut Duty --

Clark Kent walked down the halls of the Daily Planet, trying to find his boss, Lois lane. The offices were a confusing mess of activity. People practically ran up and down the hallways, each holding drafts of potential stories or the photos to go along with them. Driven journalists gave orders to their trailing interns, both groups of people fearing what the various editors might say. Through all of this, the farm boy turned superhero walked, clutching his press pass and wondering what he had stepped into. Clark stood head and shoulders above anyone at the newspaper company, though he moved with the meekness of a rabbit. Though dubbed the Man of Steel by papers and news broadcasts, Clark went to great lengths to hide his other identity. To anyone passing through the offices of the Daily Planet, he was little more than a handsome, bumbling oaf. That impression became especially true for one Lois Lane, who was moment away from bumping into her junior intern. 

Lois was the opposite of everything that Clark was. She was short and rather pudgy, boasting a round belly which was hardly able to be contained by her high waisted black pants. Her belly bounced as she stepped, pushing its way through the buttons on her light blue shirt. Despite her weight, 200 pounds of pure chub, she had a quick walk. Lois was a woman who liked to keep busy, often inventing things to keep her life at a brisk pace. Today she was trying to read through some anonymous tips she had gotten whilst also stuffing her face with a donut with extra chocolate glaze. Just like her walk, Lois’ eating was rapid. Her short, tousled hair shook as much as her chubby cheeks as she ripped pieces of fried dough into her mouth. She was so consumed by the bombs of sugar and calories that her papers largely went unread. Lois was drawn in by the donut, already planning on making Jimmy Olsen, her intern, run out and fetch her more. That trip would come sooner rather than later as she turned a corner and ran straight into Clark’s chest.

“Hey!” Lois yelled as the two bounced into one another. The young Korean-American woman stumbled backward. Her gut bounced because of the collision, rocking free of its carefully tucked position beneath her beltline. Though she did not realize it, one of her buttons popped from her shirt. She was, however, acutely aware of the fact that her donut was currently crushed and smeared on Clark’s muscled chest. Her chubby face and amber eyes became downcast at the thought of losing a sumptuous treat. “Awww, come on there. . .Lurch.” Lois’ tongue was always sharp, even when she meant to be playful. “That was one hell of a treat.” 

“Lois!” Clark stiffened, realizing that he had just ruined his boss’ morning snack. Showing more concerned over the ruined donut than his stained sweater, he brushed the crumbs and chocolate away. “I’m so sorry about that, how can I make it up to you?” He asked, bending down a little so he could look her in the eye. He was surprised, if only for a moment, by how cute they were. Lois had sharp, intelligent eyes with just a hint of comical mischief. It took her little time to unleash that trickster spirit. 

“I think Jimmy is off coffee duty for a little bit!” She smiled, a mixture of innocent and knowing. “Make sure you get up extra early. I only eat the fresh ones.” She tapped the stain her donut had made on his chest. “Bring plenty of napkins too, I can be a messy eater.” With that, the chubby woman turned and started to walk down the hall. Clark trailed after, his eyes accidentally drawn towards the swing of her chubby butt.

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“OORRRRUUUPP. . .I’ll hand it to you. . .bluuurruuup. . .clark,” Lois belched, leaning back in her seat after pounding through the most recent case of donuts. “You have real talent as a delivery boy.” She teased him, twisting her computer chair back and forth. The pair rested in Lois’ office. The sun had not risen, yet Lois had made her way through two dozen of the glazed confections. Her stomach bulged out from under her pants, rising so high that her shirt had come undone. Lois had realized quickly just what a talent Clark was to getting missions of gluttony and indulgence accomplished. Despite his large build and clumsy nature, he was actually quite quick when it came to deliveries. He had yet to be late after two weeks of donut duty, somehow even arriving on time on days with massive traffic delays. While the consistent quality piqued Lois’ natural curiosity, the constant influx of sugar and carbs dulled her thinking. 

“I aim to please.” Clark smiled. He tried to do everything with an attitude of selflessness, but he took a little pleasure in watching his boss eat. Despite her height, the chubby asian woman could put away food like few other people. Her hands moved quickly, searching for the most delectable morsels. While nothing was spared from her onslaught, she would always start with the biggest and most delectable looking donuts. Her binges had only increased in size and ferocity since Clark’s “promotion” to donut deliverer. Correspondingly, Lois’ body was looking ever more plump and fat. While hovering at the border of 200 before, she now seemed closer to 230. Not that she seemed to mind. 

“I bet you do.” She grinned, leaning forward in her chair. Her gut hit the edge of the desk just as her elbows came down upon the top. Her round face rested on chubby fingers. “In that case, how about you see how you handle the lunch rush downtown?” 

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“I wasn’t aware that La Gorda Tacos had a preferred customer discount.” Clark said, handing over the soggy bags of fast food to Lois. While the several months of time spent as Lois’ personal UberEats standin had taught him much, there was always more to learn. The bags of food seemed ready to split apart under their own weight. They sagged in the middle, cheesy and meaty contents ready to flood the desk upon which Lois took her continuous spree of meals. Bits of grease dropped from the bag, sprinkling upon pages of notes and manilla folders spread about. Were the contents of the shady Mexican restaurant to spill, the fallout upon the desk would be nothing short of nuclear. The flimsy paper would stand no chance against triple fried taco shells packed with extra cheese and sour cream. However, the desk was spared as he completed the handoff. Rather than a quick death by the food spilling at once, the papers were treated to agonizing torture as Lois began to feast. Clark realized that she wouldn’t have minded the mess at all.  

“Mmmpgggh. . .only. . .for. . .mmmgggph. . .bessccht customerscch!” Lois said, her mouth already filled with bites from a burrito bigger than her head. The soft tortilla sagged in her hands, its contents spilling out with each bite. From being on lunch duty, Clark had learned that Lois’ love of eating went deeper than a binge or two. She was a woman who thrived on excess. Each meal was bigger than the last, with her finding ways to try and tease Clark to bring it to her quickly. Clark watched the fat woman eat, her bites becoming ever more hoggish and sloppy. Clark watched, eyes transfixed to Lois’ unhinged jaw and rolling stomach. The stellar work he had done on lunch delivery had added even more pounds to Lois’ waistline. She was about ready to burst through 275 pounds, her short body looking enormously fat. Whilst her belly was center stage, it was supported by thighs twice as big. Lois’ possessed an ass that could fill and crush a park bench. As she wiggled and gyrated in her seat, enjoying her meal, Her mammoth butt was busy consuming any free space on the chair. The metal bar holding the backrest was wedged deeply between her two cheeks. Clark had to fight from using his x-ray vision to peep past the desk. However, it was not lost on Lois that Clark was more than a little interested. 

“Uhhm. . .scchoo. . .BLLLORRRUUP. . .howsch. . .stuff?” The fat woman asked between bites, using her gorging as a way to mitigate her awkwardness. She was more worried about Clark detecting her growing interest than she was about the nacho cheese running down her face and fingers. 

“Things are. . .things are good!” Clark said, perhaps a bit too strongly. His face reddened and he turned away to wipe glasses that had suddenly fogged up. At the same time, Lois also looked away to break the tension. She was drawn back by the feeling of her half eaten burrito sagging further under its own sodden mass. Unwilling to let any food go, she lurched forward with her mouth open. Screws popped out of the chair as her ass bounced. She managed to catch the falling pile of food with her mouth, licking her hand in the process. She licked and sucked the food into her mouth, again caught by the delicious taste. It wasn’t until every drop was brought into her waiting mouth that she caught sight of Clark watching. Lois coughed and straightened up. 

“Might. . .uhm. . .might need some hot sauce to go with this.” She said, gluttonous spell broken for a moment. 

“S-sure!” Clark practically tripped over himself to run and get some from the break room. 

While both struggled with their internal awkwardness, neither wanted the little lunch time sessions to end. Clark made mental notes to try and scope out new restaurants. Likewise, Lois thought about new and fantastical orders to give her gallant man servant. 

--- Elevator Issues ---

“Oh no, Oh no, oh no!” Lois called as her balance went out from under her. She had been trying to make a closing elevator and had attempted to sprint for it. Only, sprinting was easier when a person’s weight didn’t have three 0’s included in it. Lois gave a valiant effort to reach the elevator, her chunky legs kicking against her elephantine thighs. Her stomach bounced up and down, ruining the time she had spent that morning tucking her shirt in. While almost always a little sweaty, the short and futile jog ensured she would be bathed in sweat for the ride up. Her fall, caused by her paying too much attention to her thighs rubbing together, ensured that she would be even more late and decidedly sweatier than if she just waited for the next elevator. Events had been set in motion, however, and Lois would be forced to see them out for good or ill.

The elevator shuddered as several hundred pounds of reporter flopped into it. Lois fell in a heap, stomach squashing out below her. “Gaah!” She cried as she tripped. She landed, however, with a massive “BBBLLLOOORRRUUUP.” As the morning’s build up of gas was shaken loose in a terrific burst. The elevator lurched horificially, bouncing up and down wildly as the old suspension tried to accommodate for the shocking load placed upong them. It was not simply that 350 pounds of woman had entered the elevator, but rather that she had entered at terminal velocity. The elevator continued to bounce as Lois attempted to stand again. Her thick buttcheeks, seemingly the most dimpled and slappable pair in Metropolis, clapped as she moved. Lois had been forced to swap her black jeans for stretchy leggings. They looked all the more threadbare as she tried to move. Plenty of pale fat showed through as Lois moved through what looked to be a series of bizarre yoga poses in order to stand.

“Shoot! Come on!” Despite encroaching soreness, Lois was up and hammering the button to her floor. Unfortunately, she heard nothing besides mechanical grinding from the bowels of the elevator. “Noooooo. . .” She fumed, continuing to push the button as well as stomping her feet. Motivated by the fear of being pegged as the culprit for breaking it, the round woman waddled her way out. “If the elevator is broken, that means. . .” She said to herself as she rounded a corner and reached the door which led to the stairs. “Crud.” Her voice dropped an octave as she realized the punishment her out of shape body was in for. 

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“Hoooo. . .coooomee hoooon. . .Clark.” Lois wheezed as she propped herself up against a wall. She was a quarter of the way up the stairs and was already beginning to run out of steam. Her pudgy fingers slammed home on the keyboard of her phone, imploring her gentle giant to come save her. She wasn’t even sure what he would be able to do. Clark might have been stronger than he let on, but there was little chance that he was going to be able to haul her up all those stairs. Her bulk alone would make him quit after two or three flights, to say nothing of the complications created by her constant perspiration. Ten minutes of walking had turned her folds into a series of swamps which all drained into one another. A droplet of sweat which formed  under one of Lois’ small but perky breasts could easily travel its way down to her calf with little trouble. It would wind through folds and crevices big and small, running down her expansive belly to tuck in under a love handle. “Answer, please!” Lois moaned, wishing she had not sent Clark on that pizza run. He would be dutifully picking up her orders, too focused on doing his duty to check his phone. Frustrated by that knowledge, Lois almost threw her phone. Instead, just as she had done many times before, she kept plodding along. 

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Lois was used to her legs feeling like jello. That came with the territory of being a fat woman. Even when sitting her thunder thighs seemed to be in perpetual motion. She would sit at her desk and feel them burying the chair underneath her as she reached for whatever new treat that Clark had brought her. However, she was unused to them feeling like lead. She was now halfway up the stairs and every part of her legs burned. Her feet landed heavily on each step, sending heavy ripples through her ass. Her buttcheeks slapped and shoved at each other like irritated siblings. Meanwhile, her thighs rubbed together like lovers in separate sleeping bags. Lois wheezed, taking seconds on each stair to try and catch her breath. Her stomach swung pendulously, dripping sweat onto her lap and the stairwell. “Hooo God, I have to diet after this.” Lois said before taking another step. “Or never walk again.” Another step followed after. “Yeah. . .both are acceptable.” She could not help but talk to herself, though the feeling of her round chin bobbling against her thickened throat did not help.

Lois tried pulled herself via the handrail, compensating for her lack of leg strength. Her plump hand tightened on the railing whilst the other tried to coax her thigh into motion. She grasped the railing with her hand. 

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She was three brutal steps away from the top of the landing. Sweat ran in thick rivers from her rolls, dripping off of her short hair. Lois flopped upon the top step in a heap, letting her warm fat be cooled by the cool concrete underneath her. She lay upon the landing like a seal on a beach, too tired to even lift her arms. She could feel the jiggling of her ass behind her. Flllllrrrt! Lois was too tired to bottle the fart even, letting the little explosion of gas puff out into the world. She hated to admit it, but the feeling of her butt jiggling thereafter was nice. Lois sank further onto the floor, chubby cheeks acting as pillows. Sweat rolled off of her round belly, unimpeded by her shirt. It had long rolled up and she did not have the wherewithal to pull it back into place. Heat could escape from her uncovered fat, seeping into the air of the stairwell. Lois sighed, slowly regaining her strength. 

“Uhm, Lois?” Clark’s voice came without warning. The small but wide woman jolted up off the floor, nerves allowing her 300+ pounds to move quickly. Thighs slick with sweat and mildly chafed rubbed against each other. Though quick, Lois’ rise off the floor was unsteady. One thick arm, the biceps straining her sleeves, fumbled for the railing. Her enormous rear sloshed back and forth in her black leggings. There was no slimming effect to be had with the shiny pants. Rather, they highlighted the deep dimples and patches of cellulite. In the end, Lois fell onto the railing, though she tried to pass it off as a confident landing. Her love handles enveloped the iron rods, hugging them.

“Help? Hardly, farmboy.” Lois smiled, fighting the urge to wheeze. “I was just. . .whoo. . .tying my shoe!” She kicked one of her legs out, showing first her blue kicks and then the soft pillar attached. Clark watched a wave move up through Lois’ leg blubber, continuing on through the rest of her body. His superhuman eyes were good for more than just spotting criminals. “Never seen a girl. . .handle herself before?” Lois paused only to tug her shirt back down over her gut. Lois cringed as she felt her buttons biting deep into her paunch. A breath too strong and she would burst the poor shirt wide open. 

“I guess not. . .” Clark politely looked away, allowing Lois to finish arranging her clothes. When he turned back, she was still a fat and sweaty mess, but her clothes managed to stay on. Clark opened the door, allowing Lois to begin to waddle back into the building. He stopped her right as her wide hips started to touch the frame. “Oh, wanted to give you this!” He fished in his pocket, pulling out a chocolate bar. “Limited time only, I think they added cookie bits to it.” Clark smiled as Lois ripped the packaging off and shoved it into her mouth. 

“Not. . .bbboooorrruuup. . .bad!” She smiled, eager to have her stomach sated. “You’ll have to run out and get me more though. At least until the elevator is fixed.”

--- Beach Trip ---

Lois tugged at her bathing suit, almost confused about how she had managed to shove her boundless blubber into such a conservative suit. She wore a black one piece. What was supposed to be the intersection of stylish and modest had turned obscene thanks to her corpulent curves. Lois’ hips exploded out to either side in boundless glory. Her cheeks devoured the back of her bathing suit, leaving only a tight black line running between them. The Korean woman’s dimples were put on full display for the world, deep enough that they could be used as small bowls. Her arms were just as nude, wobbling against the tight fabric. Her stomach pressed into the front of the suit, outlining where her stomach divided. Lois blushed, tugging and arranging the suit as best she could to maintain her modesty. It was hard to contain 550 lbs of fat. 

“You two could become more of a problem though.” Lois frowned, tugging at her chest. Her breasts had gone up a pitiful cup size. They remained small, but were at least noticeable now. Beyond the mosquito bites they had been, they were almost big enough to be compared to apples. Though, it would probably take another hundred pounds of eating to accomplish that. Lois finished tugging her suit into place and headed for the door of the changing room. She felt her ass shifting the entire way. The twin sacks of blubber went from waving harmoniously to clashing in an instant, never quite instep with one another. Without Lois’ leggings to keep them in check, the moons were free to change their orbits. Her hands, now chubby and thick, went to stop them from time to time. However, overcome by emotions she couldn’t explain, Lois would quickly retract her hands. At least until she sat down upon the white sands, her ass was free to bobble as it pleased. 

“Hey! Lois!” Clark was quick to run up as he saw his coworker. His body was chiseled from stone. For a soft man, Clark’s body was all iron. Lois only grew more nervous with the comparison between them. She had once been similar to Clark, but that was before the stress of work had inspired her appetite. Now, hundreds of pounds down the road, she was a vastly different woman. Lois lounged in soft and sloppy fat, her body a tour of ripples and jiggles. Her fingers flipped around her suit, trying to dig the straps of fabric out from where they had been wedged. Her enormous cheeks held on with such ferocity that the obese woman finally gave up. Better to let Clark think it was intentional. 

“Heeeey, Smallville!” Lois waved her hand, her flabby bicep coming close to knocking against her ear. Her entire body moved with the wave. Her stomach sloshed back and forth, its jiggle enhanced by a lack of food. Lois had been forcing herself not to eat, afraid that she might not be able to slide into her suit on a full stomach. The fears were well founded, but she would not find that out until later. “Ready to lose that farmer’s tan?” Lois poked Clark on one of his biceps, showing the line which marked his reticence to undress. The obese woman walked a bit closer, feeling her dimpled buttcheeks swallow her suit a little more. She traced Clark’s tanlines, her large butt bumping into his trim waist. “Does the sun just work differently in Kansas?” 

Clark fidgeted as he felt Lois’ short but impactful presence. The sand shifted as she waddled and he swore that he could hear a thumping. She moved like an elephant, with just enough grace to benefit her size. “We get plenty of time in the sun. Just. . .you know. . .have to spend it farming.” He gulped as she appeared around the other side of him. Clark had learned to handle most kinds of stress, but the stress of talking to a beautiful woman was one that he hadn’t mastered. His eyes scanned the beach, looking for anything that could break the tension. He spotted something appealing to both of them. “We don’t have too many snack bars either. Let’s go check that out!” Clark started to run. 

Lois started to run after Clark, picking up her heavy legs as much as she could. A run for Lois was a brisk walk for anyone else. Her stomach knocked against her flabby knees. She felt like a volleyball filled with water that was being shaken. Distant memories of being an accomplished jogger came floating back to Lois, however, they slipped away just as quickly under the storm of jiggles. “Trust me. . .I know my way. . .around one of. . .those.” She wheezed. Clark had a stride like a gazelle and Lois thumped along like a  rhinoceros, her head even lowering out of fatigue. She slowly approached the proverbial watering hole. She intended to make the struggle worth it. 

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“Mmmgghp. . .ssccchllluuurruup. . .man. . .mmghp. . .you ever have. . .these?” Lois asked between bites and slurps at her ice cream sandwich. Lois rocked back and forth happily, her gigantic buttcheeks digging further into the sand. Though she had sat on a towle, it had vanished in the same mysterious way as her buttcheeks. Swaths of sand covered her nearly bare ass. Lois was splattered with droplets from the various snacks and foods she had eaten. The only thing keeping her mildly clean was the salty spray from crashing waves and strong sea wind. “BBBBLOOOORRRUUUP!” Lois belched, one hand on the ground for stability. Between bites she took pained, slow breaths as she tried to control the fullness inside her gut. Lois had played the part of the kraken, pulling the great bounty of the snackbar into her greedy maw and gullet. Worse, she had not yet even finished. 

“Can’t say that I have.” Clark smiled, flicking the nearly empty box. “Not sure that I will get a chance, either.” He smiled, enjoying the chance to turn banter around on Lois. 

“Oh. . .BBBLLUURRRUUP. . .hush!” Lois shoved the remnants of the ice cream into her mouth. She carelessly tossed the wrapper, letting it land on the mountain of refuse she had made. Afterwards, she fished around in one of the many bags they had left the snackbar with. Her chubby hands clutched new treasures: a donut and soggy italian beef sandwich. Lois began to shove them into her mouth with little regard for taste or decorum. What mattered was filling her belly. The hunger she had suppressed to fit into her suit had come raging back, enflamed by Clark’s presence. More than wanting to fill her gut, she wanted to show off for Clark. “Mmmmgghaph. . .snooze. . .bbbooorrup. . .you. . .mmghph. . .lose!” Lois completed the though by biting into the sandwich. Juice and flecks of beef ran from her chin, dotting the suit below her. Lois continued eat, growing so enchanted by the meal that she started to roll onto her stomach. 

“I’m sure that I can win in some other ways.” Clark said, half to himself as he watched Lois spreading out on the sand. Her body, contained by the black suit, moved like oil. Her fat bubbled as she ate, eagerly throwing her entire body into the act. All the while, her stomach grew more and more taut. The donut and sandwich were quickly consumed, but were replaced by a bag of overly buttered popcorn. Lois enjoyed the food like a cat playing with a toy. She changed position after every couple handfuls, slowly bringing herself from her stomach onto her back. Filled with carbs and soda, her stomach rose as it began the laborious digestion process. The black suit grew tighter, inflating with each handful. Lois finished the popcorn and moved onto a bag of licorice. The red ropes were sucked into her mouth like spaghetti. Clark smiled as he saw the swimsuit start to reach its breaking point. Only his metahuman eyes could capture the breaking of the microfiber. Yet, the rips only built, growing until. . .

Riiissssssshhhh! Lois shook herself as she felt her suit tearing. The one piece became a bikini in an instant. Lois’ gut spilled out, pushing the suit until it had torn completely around. “Oh shit!” Lois started, trying to sit up and fix what she could. The massive woman rocked, trying to move her bulk. “Uuugggh. . .stupid. . .belly!” She complained, straining whatever muscle she had left. Her stomach grumbled, angry at moving. Lois gave another strain, trying to force her way up. FFFLLLRRRRPPPT! The fart burst out of her quickly, summoned by her struggle to move. As the fart slipped out, Lois flopped back down. She grasped her stomach with thick fingers, vainly trying to pull her suit back together. Lois caught Clark laughing. “Not. . . a. . .word!” She huffed, trying to keep her suit from ripping further or letting another fart escape.  

“I was. . .uh. . .just going to say that this looks suits you better.” Clark said, pushing his finger into the exposed gut before him. His finger found the area right before tautness faded into soft fat. Though exceedingly full, Lois could not totally remove the softness growing around her love handles. There would come a time when even at her most stuffed she remained fat and doughy. Though raised on Midwestern values, the male urge within Clark could not be satiated by looking alone. “You know, you might need some sunscreen.”

Lois made another pitiful attempt to stretch. She was afraid to try too much, for fear that another fart might slip out. Instead, as all great bosses do, She chose to delegate. “Wanna help me out?” Lois was mischievous, shaking her belly just a little to further sweeten the idea clark. . The folds shifted back and forth, fluffing the sand around her into little piles. 

“Of course!” Clark started forward, sunscreen appearing in his hand. “J-just to make sure that you don’t get burned.” Clark caught himself, trying to play cool. Though, by the way he shifted, it was obvious that he was panicking. It was the first time that he had ever touched a woman so intimately. Back in Kansas, couples were slow to do anything other than hold hands. It was almost unheard of to touch a woman before being committed. However, life in the big city moved at a quicker pace. Clark found that he didn’t mind. He squirted the sunscreen into one of his hands and rubbed it back and forth. He touched Lois, spreading the thick cream over her bulging belly. There seemed little difference between the texture of the sunscreen and the Asian woman’s fat. Clark pushed and kneaded the piles of dough, trying very hard to keep his mind on his task. Further, he tried to ignore the arousal in his pants. 

“Not so bad, Smallville!” Lois smiled, peeping with one eye. She watched her bulbous body warp around Clark’s strong hands and arms. For all his strength, Clark had a feather touch. He spread the thick sunscreen with the skill of a masseuse, leaving no part of her stomach untouched. Her bellybutton shook, squishing into all manner of shapes as he worked. Lois had to bite her lip as he whisked a hand under her stomach fold, touching parts of her belly that would never see the light of day. Without being asked, Clark moved to her thighs, making long and painterly strokes. Lois clapped her thighs together, lust and excitement welling up within her. She had been with boys before,when she was thin, but there was something special about having her fat teased. Her cool exterior threatened to crack under the constant massage that Clark gave, each new whisk of his hand a treasure. “Maybe. . .” Lois breathed deeply, making her gut seem even larger. She exhaled slowly, showing the change from tightness to soft sludge. “. . .you could get my back?”

“Happy and willing!” Clark gave a teasing salute. Lois prepared to move, excited to show how intimately her body could jiggle. Instead, she was treated to a display of Clark’s strength. “Just let me help you over.” With one hand under a thigh and the other beneath a shoulder blade long hidden by fat, Clark swept Lois onto her side. Though Lois was nearly 600 pounds, Clark moved her as if she was still her original weight. Her body sloshed back and forth, the shape of her fat changing as gravity worked upon her. Lois tried to guide her fall, but it was unnecessary. Clark was more than capable of controlling her as she fell into position. Soon Lois was laying with her chin in the sand, her body undulating as it steadied itself. “Fresh coating coming up!” Clark squeezed another burst of sunscreen into his hand. It was telling that nearly the entire bottle had been used on Lois alone. 

The massage was even more sensual on the back. Clark did not straddle her, that was a move far too daring for him. Rather, he knelt with his knees poking into her belly. She sighed, glad that a part of her was able to overflow and find its way onto him. Clark continued to massage the sunscreen, slowly bringing it into her skin. Her back rolls bunched up as he pushed forward, stacking on top of one another. The jiggles rolled down her body, turning into large waves by the time that they reached her butt. Lois kicked her legs into the chari swallowing masses of fat, trying to suggest where Clark’s hands should go next. Unfortunately, Clark was too much of a midwestern prude to catch the hint. Instead, his hands traveled northword, caressing her shoulders. Lois found it to be nearly as delightful as she imagined getting her butt caressed would have been. So delightful that a large moan burst from her mouth as Clark finished his work. 

“Ah. . .well. . .thank you again, Clark.” It seemed inappropriate to use nicknames. 

“Of course. . .Lois.” Clark answered. He stayed next to her. Even though the job was done, he could not tear away from her doughy backside. 

Tension built between the two until Lois could no longer stand it. She lurched her way up, buttcheeks wobbling back and forth like sacks of grain on a mule. She was in such a rush to stand that her butt knocked into Clark. The metahuman was knocked over, strength depleted by the rush of luscious blubber. “Ooooh. . .sorry. . .Clark!” Lois wheezed out an apology as she moved. She stood unevenly, legs spaced wide.  “Come catch. . .me if. . .you want. . .a better. . .apology!” Lois started to waddle towards the ocean waves, her tattered suit catching the wind. Clark, rubbing the part of his face where Lois’ ass touched, ran quickly after her.