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A short story I wrote during my Short Story Saturday stream I did alongside 
RockyTheProcy's Free Sketch Friday stream (5/28/16). This story was won by Brock himself, and he just wanted to see Beast from the X-Men being ratehr dumpy, and having someone comfort him in his hour of need. And thus I gave him just that.
X-Men & all related materials are © Marvel & Stan Lee.
Word Count: 1293
Sympathy for a Beast
Even with those in possession of a most observant mind, sometimes you can’t help but fail to see what is happening in front of you until it is much too late. This can also apply to an observant mind that happens to be a six foot fuzzy blue ape-like mutant. Beast, AKA Hank McCoy was currently in the midst of undertaking some rather serious observations involving a mirror. “Well, this could have been avoided, couldn’t it?” he remarked, hands to his middle.
Really, it was his own fault in the matter, really. He had been so busy with his work that he had failed to take his diet into account. Sighing despondently, he let his claws do the work as they danced across his rather capacious middle. For the benefits of this observation period he had forgone his shirt, just to see the full extent of the damage. While it wasn’t too bad to look at in the mirror, staring down allowed him to bear witness to it. His prodigious belly, his most corpulent gut hung a good foot and a half from where it was supposed to be, with deep creases along the sides, which tucked duplicitously along his exceptional middle. His fingers traced each fold, those plump digits lost inside the canyon-like tucks of blubber as they ran their course to his front. Hank grimaced from the sensation of half his index finger sinking into his deep navel, but at least it wasn’t as horrible (and delightful) as what lay above. It brought a shame to him, one he found hard to live with, even though at the same time he enjoyed the plushness of his tremendous chest. Scritching his bulging belly absentmindedly, the large mutant reached for one soft moob, creases forming as he clenched it tightly, squeezing it for all it was worth. He murred gently, and then blushed in shame for having done so. It still baffled him as to how he failed to notice the size, especially once his X-Men brand underwear had gotten a little too… tight.
His sides had spilled out over the waistband long ago, and the well-stitched sides had split, allowing more blue to squish out of the gaping holes. Hank eyed the bulged disdainfully, his fingers pushing it back in, only for it to squeeze out through the tear again. The Beast frowned as he tried to hike his underwear up, but something proved far too stubborn to allow for that. His posterior, though it was definitely more exterior, had exceeded his pants recently, granting the world a view of his onerous blue plumber’s crack. Hank hiked his underwear up again; well, attempted too, as his flesh refused to be contained, rising up over the waistband again. The mutant exhaled in frustration at his stubborn rear. He was honestly contemplating requisitioning a larger pair, but that would be admitting defeat. Casting another look to the mirror though, and he had to admit that his loss had been all too long ago. Still, now that he was aware of it, he could work on evening the scales against the blubber. No matter how much time it would take. Of course, he thought, casting his gaze to the entrance of his lab, he should probably isolate himself from the others, to ensure he would have no distractions.
Naturally, such an act didn’t go overlooked by Hank’s friends and teammates, but in turn they did try to respect his privacy considering he had locked his door. Still, they did need to send someone in to make sure he was still alive. Which is why it was up to Nightcrawler to invade his privacy. Popping into the room with his trademark teleport, Kurt was greeted with a startled “EEEE!”
The German mutant was most perplexed at what he was looking at. Hank McCoy, the Beast, was wearing a pair of tight fitting sweat pants and a workout singlet, plus a sweatband on his head. A jump rope was clamped tightly in his pudgy hands, and his expression was slowly turning from surprise and alarm to slowly working down to, well, just alarm. “K-Kurt,” Hank squeaked, his pitch control lost, “why are you here?”
“We were all worried about you, so the others wanted me to see how you were doing. I just did not expect to find… this” Kurt explained, his hand sweeping up and down Hank’s body.
The large mutant blushed with embarrassment as he dropped his jump rope on the floor. “I was a bit embarrassed for others to, well, see me like this. I had been so holed up in my lab that I had failed to notice my calorie intake, or my rampant snacking. I was trying to work off some of the weight, but it is much harder than it looks, even with strict calorie control” Hank admitted with a slight bitter edge to his words.
The limber mutant nodded thoughtfully, ideas of calorie control and losing weight somewhat lost on someone who had spent their time in the circus and not suffering from alternate universe drug induced appetite and weight gain comboed with outright slob. Y’know, just as an example. Still, he felt a certain degree of sympathy for poor Hank. “I’m sure the others would be understanding if you just told them. At least then you can use the gym for a better workout than jumping rope” Kurt kindly suggested.
Hank grunted uncomfortably, a guilty look in his eyes. “It is still embarrassing still to have let myself go like that. Plus I am concerned that the others might get a little too… hands on with me” he grimaced.
“Hands on?”
“Well, largeness tends to have plush qualities to it. And with my fur being so soft, well, I wish to avoid unwanted attention from those who have no concept of personal space” Hank explained.
“Ah, you feel the others will want to hug your big belly?” Kurt deduced.
“Amongst other things” Hank nodded, part of his mind recalling what goes on inside locker rooms. “So, I think it might be best if I just hide myself away for a while until I get it under control.”
“Do you really look so bad like this?” Kurt questioned.
“Come again?”
The limber mutant nodded as he sat on Hank’s desk, his legs debonairly crossed. “Well, to me I don’t think you look so bad; actually, I kinda like it. You might not be as fierce-looking now, but you still look like the same Hank to me. I feel the others won’t treat you any different if you tell them not to” he explained.
The Beast’s eyes fluttered rapidly. Had he been overthinking this? Really, he wasn’t that big in hindsight, and it’s not like the others would treat him any differently. “Maybe I have been silly about this. I’m just a little… sensitive, when it comes to my appearance. So anything out of the norm for me can cause fits of, well, irrationality at times. Thank you Kurt, this was something I needed to hear” Hank smiled weakly.
Kurt returned his smile while saying “I know what it is like not looking like everyone else, and a change would be distressing to me as well. Maybe it is good then you talked with someone who can understand how you feel.”
Hopping off the desk, Kurt strut over to the very relieved Hank. Out of solidarity, he gave the big mutant a nice soothing hug, which the Beast was all too happy to return, until, something broke the mood. “Err, Kurt, is that your hand on my…?” he trailed off.
Kurt smiled cheekily. “I did say I liked you like this” he whispered to the bemused Hank.
RockyTheProcy's Free Sketch Friday stream (5/28/16). This story was won by Brock himself, and he just wanted to see Beast from the X-Men being ratehr dumpy, and having someone comfort him in his hour of need. And thus I gave him just that..:Rated general for:.
>FatX-Men & all related materials are © Marvel & Stan Lee.
Word Count: 1293
If you enjoyed the story, feel free to comment and fave, I'd really appreciate it.Sympathy for a Beast
Even with those in possession of a most observant mind, sometimes you can’t help but fail to see what is happening in front of you until it is much too late. This can also apply to an observant mind that happens to be a six foot fuzzy blue ape-like mutant. Beast, AKA Hank McCoy was currently in the midst of undertaking some rather serious observations involving a mirror. “Well, this could have been avoided, couldn’t it?” he remarked, hands to his middle.
Really, it was his own fault in the matter, really. He had been so busy with his work that he had failed to take his diet into account. Sighing despondently, he let his claws do the work as they danced across his rather capacious middle. For the benefits of this observation period he had forgone his shirt, just to see the full extent of the damage. While it wasn’t too bad to look at in the mirror, staring down allowed him to bear witness to it. His prodigious belly, his most corpulent gut hung a good foot and a half from where it was supposed to be, with deep creases along the sides, which tucked duplicitously along his exceptional middle. His fingers traced each fold, those plump digits lost inside the canyon-like tucks of blubber as they ran their course to his front. Hank grimaced from the sensation of half his index finger sinking into his deep navel, but at least it wasn’t as horrible (and delightful) as what lay above. It brought a shame to him, one he found hard to live with, even though at the same time he enjoyed the plushness of his tremendous chest. Scritching his bulging belly absentmindedly, the large mutant reached for one soft moob, creases forming as he clenched it tightly, squeezing it for all it was worth. He murred gently, and then blushed in shame for having done so. It still baffled him as to how he failed to notice the size, especially once his X-Men brand underwear had gotten a little too… tight.
His sides had spilled out over the waistband long ago, and the well-stitched sides had split, allowing more blue to squish out of the gaping holes. Hank eyed the bulged disdainfully, his fingers pushing it back in, only for it to squeeze out through the tear again. The Beast frowned as he tried to hike his underwear up, but something proved far too stubborn to allow for that. His posterior, though it was definitely more exterior, had exceeded his pants recently, granting the world a view of his onerous blue plumber’s crack. Hank hiked his underwear up again; well, attempted too, as his flesh refused to be contained, rising up over the waistband again. The mutant exhaled in frustration at his stubborn rear. He was honestly contemplating requisitioning a larger pair, but that would be admitting defeat. Casting another look to the mirror though, and he had to admit that his loss had been all too long ago. Still, now that he was aware of it, he could work on evening the scales against the blubber. No matter how much time it would take. Of course, he thought, casting his gaze to the entrance of his lab, he should probably isolate himself from the others, to ensure he would have no distractions.
Naturally, such an act didn’t go overlooked by Hank’s friends and teammates, but in turn they did try to respect his privacy considering he had locked his door. Still, they did need to send someone in to make sure he was still alive. Which is why it was up to Nightcrawler to invade his privacy. Popping into the room with his trademark teleport, Kurt was greeted with a startled “EEEE!”
The German mutant was most perplexed at what he was looking at. Hank McCoy, the Beast, was wearing a pair of tight fitting sweat pants and a workout singlet, plus a sweatband on his head. A jump rope was clamped tightly in his pudgy hands, and his expression was slowly turning from surprise and alarm to slowly working down to, well, just alarm. “K-Kurt,” Hank squeaked, his pitch control lost, “why are you here?”
“We were all worried about you, so the others wanted me to see how you were doing. I just did not expect to find… this” Kurt explained, his hand sweeping up and down Hank’s body.
The large mutant blushed with embarrassment as he dropped his jump rope on the floor. “I was a bit embarrassed for others to, well, see me like this. I had been so holed up in my lab that I had failed to notice my calorie intake, or my rampant snacking. I was trying to work off some of the weight, but it is much harder than it looks, even with strict calorie control” Hank admitted with a slight bitter edge to his words.
The limber mutant nodded thoughtfully, ideas of calorie control and losing weight somewhat lost on someone who had spent their time in the circus and not suffering from alternate universe drug induced appetite and weight gain comboed with outright slob. Y’know, just as an example. Still, he felt a certain degree of sympathy for poor Hank. “I’m sure the others would be understanding if you just told them. At least then you can use the gym for a better workout than jumping rope” Kurt kindly suggested.
Hank grunted uncomfortably, a guilty look in his eyes. “It is still embarrassing still to have let myself go like that. Plus I am concerned that the others might get a little too… hands on with me” he grimaced.
“Hands on?”
“Well, largeness tends to have plush qualities to it. And with my fur being so soft, well, I wish to avoid unwanted attention from those who have no concept of personal space” Hank explained.
“Ah, you feel the others will want to hug your big belly?” Kurt deduced.
“Amongst other things” Hank nodded, part of his mind recalling what goes on inside locker rooms. “So, I think it might be best if I just hide myself away for a while until I get it under control.”
“Do you really look so bad like this?” Kurt questioned.
“Come again?”
The limber mutant nodded as he sat on Hank’s desk, his legs debonairly crossed. “Well, to me I don’t think you look so bad; actually, I kinda like it. You might not be as fierce-looking now, but you still look like the same Hank to me. I feel the others won’t treat you any different if you tell them not to” he explained.
The Beast’s eyes fluttered rapidly. Had he been overthinking this? Really, he wasn’t that big in hindsight, and it’s not like the others would treat him any differently. “Maybe I have been silly about this. I’m just a little… sensitive, when it comes to my appearance. So anything out of the norm for me can cause fits of, well, irrationality at times. Thank you Kurt, this was something I needed to hear” Hank smiled weakly.
Kurt returned his smile while saying “I know what it is like not looking like everyone else, and a change would be distressing to me as well. Maybe it is good then you talked with someone who can understand how you feel.”
Hopping off the desk, Kurt strut over to the very relieved Hank. Out of solidarity, he gave the big mutant a nice soothing hug, which the Beast was all too happy to return, until, something broke the mood. “Err, Kurt, is that your hand on my…?” he trailed off.
Kurt smiled cheekily. “I did say I liked you like this” he whispered to the bemused Hank.
Category Story / Fat Furs
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 120 x 120px
File Size 185.5 kB
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Funny how I came across this fic after posting this piece!
https://www.furaffinity.net/view/45016688/
https://www.furaffinity.net/view/45016688/
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