#super fat

• House Tour •

Clark Kent x Reader ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Synopsis - After introducing Clark to tomodachi life, he makes it his duty for both your carefully crafted mii's to get married. Word count - 1.1k

It was humorous to watch the towering man of Clark sit comfortably in the reclined sofa you had splurged a couple months ago on, the visual image of his large, unmeasured hands that could move buildings, bring two crumbling sections of land together and hold the impossible weight of the world like a piece of cake holding a small second hand ds was something you never expected to see.

The metallic reflection of the ruby red ds made so much sense as your loving boyfriend works in total concentration, brows furrowed, pink tongue peaking from between his lips, beads of sweat dripping from his glistening forehead. Okay that last part wasn't true, but with the immense devotion he served the retro ds, it could've been.

Clark had always been a man of honour, a man who devoted his everything to his work- not only as Clark Kent, the renowned reporter, but as well as Superman, the hero of the skies, a man you knew you wanted to spend the rest of your days with.

You could almost picture it in your head, the miles of farming land that surrounded your humble home, standing within the humid house as you glance out the window, watching the muscles tense in your husband's shirtless back as he lifts mountains of work- was the heat rising to your face from the busted heater of your apartment or the little daydream you had just created?

Anyways you knew what you wanted, you were ninety-nine percent confident that Clark wanted that life too, you had met his parent, been to his childhood farm, I mean he even told you he was Superman for crying out loud, yet stupid as it was, there was still one percent of your mind left in doubt over the bare ring finger you had.

Not wanting to disturb the concentrated rhythmic tap of your boyfriend's large fingers clashing with the screen you wander to the kitchen, aimlessly glancing around the deep green cupboards as you scour for anything to make. As you wait for the whirring hiss of the kettle to simmer down your mind strays far away, the past thoughts returning as you stare through the window, the sights of giggling couples who cornered in the gaps of alleyways as they lean in to whisper a joke to the other in hopes of hearing their laughter like an awaiting jester to the king, older families passing by, mothers and fathers holding the hands of their beaming child as they swing with delight, fathers and dads waiting patiently for the tall crossing lights to glow green as their children shuffle on their feet impatiently, mothers and mamas cosied up on a wooden bench as they watch the passing clouds emerge from the sky. You wondered if that was what the future held for you and Clark, a domestic life of simplicity, no worries evident on your faces as you watch the leisure's of life pass you by.

Eventually the kitchen had gone quiet as you snap your attention back to the silent kettle, gently pouring yourself a serving as you saunter back into the cosy living room.

"I made tea Clark, there's enough for you."

Barely lifting his head he nods a yes, his attention fully drawn to the ds you had bought for him on his birthday. It had been a random buy you were quite confident he would treasure simply because it was from you- but not actually use it, he was too busy for that. Yet you had been proven wrong, there had only been one game downloaded on the small device that you had never heard much about, but since it came free with the ds you sure as hell weren't deleting it. From the moment you had curled into his warm, toned, hairy chest in the solitude of your bed that same morning, he had already been wide awake, his hands working tirelessly on the comically small screen, shying it away from your peering eyes as a flush of pink curled on his tanned cheeks. It had been like that the entire day, no matter how sneaky you tried to be as you attempted to catch a glimpse of whatever he seemed so focus of, he would scurry away, proclaiming that 'It's not ready yet!', whatever that meant.

Grasping the now two mugs of tea you tread lightly, now was your moment. If you played your cards right he would be too wrapped up in his ridiculous game to hear your padded steps- assuming you were still in the kitchen he would never so much as think you were behind him, eavesdropping on his 'gaming session' that he had become alarmingly obsessed with.

Slowly, one foot in front of another you made your way to the small room, you could hear the clacks of keys as he worked hard, the constant rhythm of his focused breathing, the illuminated screen just barely out of sight.

One step more and you could see it all, zoning in on his hard work, you tried not to drop the ceramic mugs as your audible gasp gives your ninja work away.

But it was too late for Clark, the gig was up.

"Was that me Clark? Let me see it again!"

The embarrassed laughter of your own made Clark want to melt into the cushioned sofa, he could feel his face going beat red as he hides away, trying to hold the source of mortification away from your reach, but unfortunately for him he could never say no to you as you squirm your way into his caged arms, plopping yourself down onto his lap as if you owned the place as you glance up at him, your face a sight of pleasure, like a cat who had been given too much milk.

"Show me! C'mon don't be embarrassed it looked so cute!"

How could he say no to your gleaming eyes and ecstatic grin, swallowing his pride he cautiously opened the ds, displaying the screen of two characters residing in an almost perfect replica of your own apartment.

You immediately recognised one as yourself and the other as Clark, who seemed to have been trying to 'court' your character to no success as the little mii of yourself sassily walked away as little Clark threw his head down in sadness.

A sense of relief flooded your system as you come to terms of what had engrossed all of Clark's devotion, it made you smile as you realise the sappy plan he had made- he had been trying to marry you.. in tomodachi..?

"Am I.. am I wearing a Superman sweater? Seriously Clark, narcissistic much?"

But are my stares causing you anxiety? I'm not staring at a circus side show: I'm staring at a gorgeous man. Is my facial expression betraying my thoughts?

You obviously don't believe that I find your huge body sexually arousing. So how am I to convince you I'm genuine?

I want to be physical with you. To touch your big bloated belly. To jiggle your fat with every grip. I'm enticed by what exists under your fat belly and groin. Your penis is no longer visible, but I want to dig for it. To be rewarded by my efforts by seeing your erect penis cum with the pleasure of a touch you thought you'd never get.

Your huge body is my ideal. You have only experienced rejection with your size. I want to show you that the rejection you usually experience is not something you should expect with everyone.

I'm an exception.

Your fat is perfect.

Your body is perfect.

Let me smother you with sexual attention. Let me jiggle your fat.

Let me suck on your manhood that's buried under your obesity.