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It had been over 8 years since Adam and Lute’s last and final extermination and the couple had been happily living their lives together in retirement. After sustaining near lethal stab wounds by Charlie Morningstar’s maid down in Hell that fateful day, Adam had become far too injured to ever think about leaving Heaven ever again, let alone venturing down to the land of the damned. He would’ve completely bled out on the brimstone if it hadn’t have been for Lute finding every bit of strength left in her and rushing him to Heaven’s one and only hospital (as angelic injuries were extremely rare). He was mere minutes away from eternal soul death by the time the doctors started operating. By a shear stroke of luck, he survived and spent multiple months recovering in the hospital. While they were more than grateful that he had survived, Adam was left with permanent damage to his body and covered in an assortment of scars. Lute of course did not come out unscathed in the battle either, finding herself with a plethora of scars the most prominent being her arm that was amputated a few inches above the elbow after that bitch Vaggie left her live after she bested her in their final battle. After delivering Adam to the ER that day, she too was treated for her injuries and blood loss, but she was discharged after only a week (still returning though every day to visit Adam until he finally left the hospital too.) After realizing that they were both far too injured to ever return to being exorcists and recognizing their souls’ own mortality, they quickly realized that they had feelings for each other and had so for centuries. From the moment he woke from his medically induced coma, Lute confessed her love for Adam at his hospital bedside, so glad just to see him alive. From that day forward, they were officially a couple and not even a full year from the failed extermination, Adam proposed to Lute for her hand as his third and final wife, to which the Heaven-Born Angel eagerly accepted. Now here they were, married for over 6 years and still going strong. They were living the high life in this new phase of their lives in one of the nicest suites Heaven had to offer. However, retirement was quite the adjustment for the couple who formerly slaughtered demons for a living, especially the excess of free time. While Lute filled her days with an assortment of active activities like exploring Heaven’s nature trails and going to the gym with some of her old exorcist friends, Adam decided to go with some sedentary entertainment to pass the time. Nowadays, he spent most of his private time playing video games, writing songs and playing his assortment of guitars, and of course, eating. Eating a lot. Almost every moment of the day. Which ended up being one of the most noticeable changes in their retired lives, that being Adam’s expanded body. Adam had always been chubby since the day he arrived in heaven, and had definitely gained weight throughout his eons as an exorcist (being just shy of 300 pounds during his injury), but ever since he and Lute married, Adam’s waist line had practically exploded. At first, this weight gain was not intentional. The pounds simply just started to pile on due to being unable to get around as easily from his damaged wings and aching back from the battle in addition to eating absorbent amounts of junk food due to boredom as a result of the extra down time. After the first fifty pounds piled on, Lute let her feelings about how much she loved his heavier body and how she wanted to help add to it even more. That’s when the proverbial flood gates broke and the all too tenacious first man saw to it that he would make his wife happy and agreed to grow fatter for her. After years of pure gluttony and being fed millions of empty calories by his wife, Adam was now just over 600 pounds and absolutely loving his afterlife of pure hedonism. He loved that he could simply sit on his fat ass all day long now and eat whatever he craved at any given moment. Lute was head over heels for her excessively fat husband and was more than eager to keep him happy and full of the finest food Heaven had to offer. Today was the first day in a while where the angelic couple had a date night planned and Adam was determined to make it one to remember. He was usually a home body anymore, liking the privacy of their suite due to his limited mobility issues (both from his disabilities and his weight) and to avoid any unsightly remarks in regard to how he “let himself go” in his retirement. He often didn’t even get recognized in public nowadays due to his drastic changes in looks, but every once in while, some asshole would snicker at the sight of him waddling around or make a nasty comment about his size that would piss him off. But he wanted to put that all behind him today and give his wife a romantic feedist date night. A new restaurant opened in the next town over, just about an hour’s drive away from their suite, and Adam wanted to make a true pig of himself for his wife there. Lute loved when Adam stuffed himself to the brim in any situation, but he planned on taking it to the extreme for her this evening. This new restaurant was an all you can eat buffet, which was nothing new for the couple (as they had gone to several of them over the years), but this one was supposed to be the largest one ever built in heaven and claimed to have a selection of over 1000 different items that Adam was already drooling over from the quick google search he made for the menu. He knew Lute would be all over him after this buffet trip and he couldn’t wait to make her happy, horny, and ravage her again in the bedroom. He was getting ready for their date night, wearing just a pair of black jeans and a band t shirt, his typical attire for leaving the house. He usually spent his days at home wearing only just sweatpants and nothing on his top, but he figured that he needed to look somewhat presentable for their date together. He hadn’t put on “real” pants in a while and didn’t realize that he was starting to outgrow these size 64 jeans (especially since he didn’t tuck his belly into his pants). He kept having to tug at his shirt to keep it from riding up and showing off the bottom of his belly that kept peeking out, but this really wasn’t a problem for him. He knew that Lute would love to see him split seams as he ate and he never really cared if his belly was visible to others. He already knew he was a fat bastard and why should he hide it to the masses? But this part of his routine was where he needed a bit of some help to get ready. “Hey Babe, can you come help with my shoes?” He called to Lute who was finishing up her makeup in the bathroom attached to their master bedroom. The blond Angel stepped out a moment later looking gorgeous to the obese man as he sat on the edge of their shared double king sized bed. A sly smirk was painted on her face as she came over to him and knelt down to assist her husband, adoring that he was officially too fat to reach anything below the belt anymore. She quickly helped him slide the socks on his swollen ankles and his black sneakers over his wide feet, admiring from the low angle how she couldn’t see over his large belly. Thankfully the fingers on her golden cybernetic arm were fairly dexterous so they could tie his laces without much of a struggle. “Should be good now, big guy,” she said, standing up and giving him a quick peck on the lips, her petite hands resting on the upper crest of his belly while his thick mitts gently grabbed her forearms (both real and cybernetic.) “Thank you, my Apple,” he said with a cheeky smile. She chuckled at the adorable pet name that always called her in private. He knew of the modern term of “Adam’s Apple,” so he decided to give her that playful name whenever he was being romantic or sweet in their suite. Neither of them were up for pda and weirdly private moments in front of others, but in the comfort in their own home, they were more than willing to be romantic and silly with each other. “You ready to go, you big goofball?” She asked, running her hand through his chestnut colored hair. “Yep. Mind giving me a hand though? I’m a bit stiff today.” She nodded in agreement, grabbing his hand to help him stand. With a load groan and the sound of his back cracking, Adam got to his feet. Lute felt bad that he made a wince upon standing, knowing that he was in pain. He stretched a bit to help loosen his joints before the “long” journey to their car, hearing his joints crack from each movement, especially when he attempted to outstretch his wings. The left wing couldn’t unfurl more than a couple inches anymore due to how damaged it was and Lute could hear every hollow bone joint in them crack like a wishbone. He tucked his golden appendages back to their normal resting spot and waddled out to the car. With a bit of difficulty, he squeezed himself behind the driver’s seat, his big belly still pressing a bit into the steering wheel. Once Lute was settled in too, the angelic couple were on their way for a night of pure, carnal indulgence. Lute loved seeing Adam in such a gleeful mood like he was at the moment, being his usual weird and goofy self. Retirement really seemed to mellow him out, with him being far less prone to anger like he was before. He could of course stand his ground if he had to, even with the added weight and injuries, but anymore, he was more hangry than actually angry. She watched him in casual awe as they drove to the restaurant, watching him sing along and head-bang to the punk and alt rock music that played on the car’s radio. She loved watching his thick double chin wobble with each word he sang and how his arm fat jiggled with each small movement he made to “dance” along to the song. She even thought to herself how funny it would be to take him to a punk mosh pit at his current size and see how long he could actually last before needing a quick sit down. He was just shy of 400 pounds the last time they saw they went to a concert a few years ago and he didn’t even make it past the first set list before needing a break and a beer. “So where are we going anyway?” Lute asked, turning to him. “Oh just to a new place that opened up over in Harpville. I heard the food is good enough to die for again!” He said with a shit eating grin. He knew that she knew about the new buffet opening and was deliberately teasing her about it. “You cheeky, little shit,” she said with a seductive grin and a raise of her eyebrow. “How did I know that my big boy would only leave the house if it meant stuffing himself like a hog for the slaughter?” “Cause you know me too well and you know that I’m too much of a fat ass to resist a good buffet!” he said a quick wink before his attention went back on the rainbow colored road. “That’s definitely the truth,” she said with a chuckle before slipping her real hand underneath his shirt to feel his soft belly. “And I can’t wait to see what you’ll look like tonight when you’re too full to move from this little public feedist stunt.” Adam could feel himself growing hard from just her words and the light touch on his stomach. He never thought he’d be so into this kink, but holy fuck was it a turn on for him, especially when Lute mentioned how big he was getting for her. He couldn’t wait for that either, his mind quickly wandering to the thought of Lute riding him tonight like a bitch in heat after he made a pig of himself in front of other angels. “Fuck that’s hot,” he said under his breath. “I love that you’re more of a freak about this than I am.” “Only for you, my fat boy,” she teased back with a sultry wink, causing the first man to brightly blush before they pulled into the parking space at the buffet. After some effort, the 600+ pound Angel was able to get out of his vehicle and waddled his way to the entrance. Lute proudly held his hand during the short walk, slowing her pace to match his much labored one. She loved to watch Adam walk at this size, seeing all of his rolls jiggle with each step and how he had to take larger strides to accommodate his thick thighs that constantly rubbed together. He couldn’t walk normally anymore, having to waddle now, which was so hot to the both of them. By the time they entered the door (which he was almost too wide for), Adam was panting and out of breath from the “trek” from the car. Thank god angels never had to worry about major health issues related to their weight or else Lute would be concerned, but since he was only huffing and puffing due to his lack of endurance and lugging around so many pounds and not a more serious condition, she simply savored the scene before her. “You’re such a fucking tease with that look,” he whispered to his wife, his breathing starting to return to normal before they were seated. Lute specifically asked for a spot closer to the buffet line to make it easier for Adam to get to it, but was taken a bit off guard when they were given a booth. They both knew there was absolutely no fucking way that he was going to fit in it, but Adam had a few dirty tricks in mind to get his wife riled up for the night. Before Lute could tell the host to take them to an actual table, Adam attempted to squeeze his fat ass in the booth, which went about as well as expected. He wasn’t even fully seated and his belly was already smashed into the table top and pillowing over top of it. He seemed to almost get stuck in the constraining sitting feature, all while giving his wife a devious side eye with a smile. “Well shit this ain’t gonna work,” he said, pretending to play dumb about the situation. “I’m a ‘bit’ too big for this here. Mind if we switch to a regular table with chairs that move?” Lute was hot under the collar and if they weren’t in public, she’d be doing some very nasty things to him in this position. Adam could see her arousal painted on her pale face and he was loving being such a big flirt. The host nodded and waited for Adam to get unstuck before moving the couple to a wooden table with some sturdy appearing chairs. Before sitting down, Adam tested the seat by applying some pressure on it and saying, “Just want to make sure I don’t break it during dinner! That’s happened more times than I want to admit.” He winked again at his wife who gripped the sleeve of her black and silver dress even tighter. He sat down slowly just to make sure he wouldn’t accidentally break it, but once he felt it wouldn’t collapse under his 600+ pounds, he relaxed and settled in for their meal. They had gone on many buffets together in the past, so Adam knew that he’d probably be getting the first few plates himself, and then as he continued to get fuller, Lute would bring him the rest. She always knew what kinds of food he liked and she didn’t want him burning off those precious calories he was consuming on something as trivial as walking to get more food. She wanted to put as many pounds of soft fat on his already oversized body and tonight would not be an exception. The server took their drink orders, with Lute getting a glass of white wine and some water while Adam decided to double down on the calorie intake, getting both a growler of lager and a coke to go with it. They both knew he’d probably go through a gallon of beer before he’d even remotely feel the effects of it, and that he’d probably suck down a day’s worth of calories in coke alone with his meal too. Once that was settled, it was on to the main event. Lute held her husband’s chubby hand as he waddled in line to get to his much deserved feast. The restaurant was fairly crowded since it was so new, but like clockwork, Adam’s tall and wide frame was intimidating to the patrons around him, leaving them plenty of room to move and meander around the buffet. Both Adam and Lute could sense the stares they were getting from all over the expansive room, but neither of them cared in the slightest. “Here’s to a night of food and fun,” Adam said, grabbing multiple plates from the rack before kissing his wife quickly. “Likewise,” she agreed upon breaking the kiss and watching him go in front of her and fill up all three plates he had in his chubby hands. This first round of plates was just the kickstarter for the fattened up first man. Adam was known for having a bottomless pit of a stomach long before he gained over 300+ pounds since he retired. Even when he was a human, he ate more fruit from that stupid garden than any other creature in it. Now with a stomach of quadruple the capacity, those first three plates were down his throat in less than 20 minutes and he was already back up at the line for more. This cycle repeated 3 more times before Lute decided to start pushing him further by him giving a break from walking back and forth up to the buffet. As much as she loved watching him waddle with delight as he filled up his multiple plates (as well as ogling his fat ass and pillowy love handles), she knew he was physically getting tired and his poor knees and back were hurting from overuse. Plus, she could get to the elevated carving station for him, as you could only access it by flying and that obviously wasn’t an option for her husband. Even if his wings were fully functional, she didn’t think they’d even be able to lift his fat body off the ground anymore. By the time she was fetching plates for him, she was long past finished with her own dinner (only two plates not even fully filled), but was glad to just sit back with a cup of coffee and enjoy the show of her husband ravaging through the assortment of savory dishes with no looks of stopping any time soon. By the time Adam was on his 18th full plate, all eyes were on them, most of the spectators watching in awe of simply how much this excessively large man could eat. Others were probably grossed out by his act of pure gluttony (ironic in Heaven), but the couple could care less. Adam was happy shoveling food into his gullet and Lute was simply thrilled to observe her fat ass husband in his element. She could even hear people’s whispering, wondering how a guy that looked like him was able to snag a girl like her, making her feel even prouder that he was her husband. He finished his last bite of chicken and pushed the 18th plate aside, sitting back in his chair with a groan/muffled burp and rested one hand on the side of his swollen belly. His shirt was no longer staying down due to how bloated he was and about 3 inches of his lower belly was fully visible to everyone. “Ugh, I need a little break before I go hit up the dessert bar,” he panted out, attempting yet again to tug his shirt down and failing. “I’d say so! That’s the most I’ve ever seen you eat in one sitting!” Lute said, reaching over and kissing his chubby cheek, earning a smile from him. “I told you I was gonna make this a good night for both of us, didn’t I?” He smirked again, stifling another burp. “Holy fuck, I’m so full…” She could tell that the beer was starting to make his mind fuzzy and she loved that being tipsy made him both more eager to please and hungrier. “I can tell,” she said, finishing her coffee. “But I’m so glad that you are. You look adorable like this.” “If you say so,” he said with a chuckle. He was about to get up again to go to the dessert bar before he was stopped by the restaurant manager approaching their table. “Can I help you?” He asked with annoyed tone, a scowl appearing on his face. “Hello there sir,” the manager began. “We’re so glad that you and your lady have decided to dine with us tonight… but unfortunately… we’re going to have to ask a bit of an awkward favor from you…” “And what pray tell, the fuck, would that be?” He asked, crossing his arms, attempting to look more intimidating despite his butterball-like appearance. “Well sir… we are to unfortunately ask you to possibly cut things a bit short and finish your dining experience with us tonight,” the now sweating manager replied, looking nervous beyond belief. “We are absolutely not trying to embarrass you or anything like that. We’ve just noticed that you’ve already hit the mark of our cost of goods sold and we just simply can’t afford to lose any more money off of you-“ With surprisingly little struggle, Adam stood up, towering over the much smaller manager who only came up to his ample chest. He was now officially pissed and his claws were coming out. “Do you know who the fuck you are talking to? I’m THE Adam from Genesis! I’m your goddamn 100X great grandfather! Every human soul in this fucking room exists because of me, including yourself! And if I want to sit here and shovel 50 plates of your shitty fried chicken into my fat fucking face then I am going to fucking do so, with or without your fucking permission!!” Lute was speechless, finding it hot as fuck that he was so fired up over this whole mess. Her underwear was now getting wetter by the minute. “Sir, we aren’t trying to cause a scene!” The now terrified manager said, taking a step back. “Please be reasonable about this-“ “You’re only doing this because a fat fuck like me sitting here is giving your business a ‘bad look!’ If you would’ve been alive when I was, you would’ve fucking prayed a guy who looked like me frequented your establishment! Guys who looked like me were fucking kings back in the day and a scrawny little fuck like you would’ve been a peasant!!” “Sir, please, I don’t want to have to call security!” The manager squeaked out until Lute broke out of her arousal trance and stepped in between then, handing the manager some cash. “Understood,” she said, signaling for Adam to cool down. She could tell that the beer was starting to hit harder than she expected it to and that he needed to go home, even without the dessert here. “Sorry for the trouble. Keep the change.” She then grabbed her husband’s hand and ushered him to their car. She couldn’t help but bite her lip as she watched his exposed lower belly jiggle with each labored step. She took the drivers seat this time, allowing Adam some extra room around his belly to relax and to lean his seat back for some relief on his back. (And of course he was probably too blasted to even attempt driving.) Once settled in, Adam started grumbling under his breath, pouting. “This is fucking bullshit… I didn’t do anything wrong! It literally says all you can eat, doesn’t it?! What the fuck?!” Lute simply nodded as he ranted, doing something on her phone before turning to him and placing her fingers over his lips to shush him. “My love, I know you’re upset, but holy fuck I have never been more turned on in my entire life,” she said before pulling him into a passionate kiss, her petite hands grabbing at his moobs and upper belly. He was caught off guard for a second, but quickly adapted and began kissing her back with the same amount of vigor. “I never thought I’d see you get to the point where you’re fat enough to out eat a fucking buffet,” she chimed in a sultry voice, her hand trailing down the dome of his belly and then down to his crotch, certainly grabbing his attention. He let out a little moan when she graced his member that was buried under several layers of flab, practically purring at her touch. “You’re so fucking sexy like this and as soon as we get back home, I want you in our bed and ready for action!” “Yes ma’am!” He answered with a little fake salute, a smiled painted back on his face. With one last quick kiss and belly grab, she put the car in drive and returned to their home as quick as she could go. When they finally arrived back at their building, Lute had to help her bloated husband out of the car, as he was far too full to do so himself. At the same time, the overconfident and overstuffed angel spoke to his wife as they walked/waddled to the suite. “As much as I’m happy to have excited you so much with that dinner, I’m still fucking bummed that I didn’t get any dessert…” She chuckled to herself, loving how much of a true fatty her husband really was, inside and out. They turned the corner and before their doorstep laid a tall pink bakery box in a plastic bag with a label indicating that its contents came from one of the most popular and busy bakeries in Heaven. “You were saying?” Lute said, popping out her hip as she grabbed the bag and opened the door. “So that’s what you were ordering! Fuck yeah! I’m always up for Spinning Wheel Bakery!” He shut the door behind him, locking it so that no one could accidentally interrupt their night of fun together. “Did you really ever think I’d let my big boy end a big meal without something sweet?” She chimed, sitting the box on the counter. “Now get your ass in that bedroom and strip for mama.” Oh, that was hot as fuck for him. He couldn’t even respond, simply doing as she said and within moments, climbed into their bed naked. A few moments later, Lute met him in the bedroom, wearing a sexy black and gold lingerie set and carrying the bakery box and a fork in one hand and a small riding crop in the other. Adam felt a shiver up his spine upon this beautiful sight and was more than ready to ravage his wife. “Fuck babe, you are so fucking gorgeous!” He said, eyes as wide as saucers and practically drooling. “I’m very flatter by that but you know you always have to work a little bit harder with me around.” She sat the box and fork on the night stand closest to him, before sitting next to him and opening it up to reveal a three tiered cake with tan colored icing and little fondant apples decorating it. “Fuck yeah! I haven’t had their apple spice cake in forever!” He said elated, sitting up a bit to get into the feeding position. He now had a second wind, hungry as before, as if he hadn’t already eaten 15,000 calories earlier that evening. “Why do you think I got it for you? It’s your favorite afterall and you deserve a nice sweet treat after all that hard work you did packing it away there,” her hand began making circles on his fat belly as she used her artificial hand to grab him the first of several bites of cake. “Open up, big boy. Mama want this whole cake gone before she rides you.” “Bring it on, dangertits,” he said with a joking grin. She laughed back with a playful nudge as she put the fork in his mouth, finding his shitty sense of humor nostalgic with the old nickname he used to call her back in the day. “Holy fuck, this is amazing!” his mouth still full of crumbs as he eagerly reached up for another bite. Lute loved how eager and ready to please her he was during their feeding sessions and during sex. Many people would’ve thought that he was a selfish lover due to how he used to act during his time as an exorcist. When Eve died and went to Hell, she spread many rumors about how he horrible in bed and a terrible lover, but Lute knew just how far that was from the truth. From her experience, Adam was an absolutely wonderful partner in the bedroom, always putting her needs before his own. Oddly enough, Adam was very subservient in the sack, enjoying being commanded to do things by his tiny wife that was only 1/5 his size. Sure, he might handle her a little rough at times because he didn’t know his own strength in the heat of the moment, but she didn’t mind that one bit. She was a warrior Angel afterall, and if she received a few love bites and bruises from fucking her quarter ton husband, then she’d wear them like battle scars. A quarter of the cake was already gone and Adam wasn’t slowing down at all. She had gone from using the fork to just ripping off little chunks of the cake in her hands and just shoving them into his fat face, her fingers lingering occasionally on the corner of his lip for an extra bit of a spicy flare. He was so turned on from this experience and could feel precum leaking from his buried cock. Everything about this whole experience was beyond arousing for the first man, who greedily gobbled down every bite Lute kept feeding him. He loved that she kept prodding at his belly during his cake feast, calling out how fat he was, reminding him that she wasn’t done growing him yet, and how she loved watching him squirm from her touch and commanding voice. Why he never experimented with food and feeding like this with his first two wives, he’d never know, but Lute’s touch and attraction made up for every past relationship failure he had ever had. Lute couldn’t help but watch in awe and continue to tease her morbidly obese husband, now that half of the cake was in his belly and he was too distracted by the euphoric sensations to even think straight or at about how much he was eating. She really wanted to sit on his belly right now and feed him the remaining half, but knew that too much pressure on it might make him sick and she didn’t want him to waste a single calorie eaten here either. She loved the thought of how every little bite of this $38 cake was adding more and more beautiful fat onto his frame, wondering where each new ounce of pudge would end up settling on his body. As she fed him, she observed her handiwork from this vantageous angle. Adam (ironically) had an apple shaped body, holding most of his weight on his massive belly (which was last measured at 82 inches around the last they checked, probably more now), making him almost more round than tall at exactly 7 feet tall. When they married, his waist was only 48 inches, making Lute proud as a peacock that she was able to grow him so much with her “feeding skills” as he liked to call it. His belly apron was massive, hanging down to his knees when he stood and was currently sprawled out on the bed between his thighs. It was full of soft, pliable fat that moved and jiggled with every gentle touch. Adam was truly fat all over his large body, not just his belly. His once muscular arms were now coated in a plush layer of blubber. His hands and feet were swollen and wide, having to now wear his wedding ring on a chain around his equally full and fat neck due to how sausage like his fingers were now. Speaking of large necks, Adam had a triple chin that swallowed up his face and made it even more kissable to Lute. Even the fleshy parts of his golden wings were plump and sagged with fat rolls, especially where they connected to his shoulder blades. His chest was twice the size of her own, which she often teased him about. He would always deny that they were, but both of them knew that he had some of the best and biggest knockers Heaven had ever seen. His hips were wide, leaving him with sizable love handles that gave him a muffin top even his biggest and stretchiest pair of pants. His thighs were thick and had several folds lining them both inside and out. His back and sides were covered in rolls upon rolls that gave him an overall doughy appearance at any angle. His entire body was littered with cellulite and golden stretchmarks much to Lute’s delight. She loved each little golden mark around his belly, hips, legs and upper arms were a permanent reminder that she was the one who made him look this way. “Ugh… babe… I don’t know if I can finish this…” Adam said, snapping Lute out of her horny trance. He was far over 3/4 of the way from finishing the cake, his fat face, beard, and mouth covered in crumbs and frosting. He was groaning in pleasurable pain, ready to give up for the night on eating. “What a naughty boy. Did I not say I wanted you to finish it for me?” She husked, using her finger to swipe some icing off his cheek and eating herself. “You wouldn’t let Mama down, now would you?” “I really don’t want… but I think I’m filled to capacity…” he burped again, pawing at his now rock hard upper belly. She chuckled to herself at how it still jiggled at the bottom, loving how truly fat he had become just for her. “I think I might be able to persuade you otherwise,” she cooed, repositioning and situating herself between his heavy legs and pushing him back a bit. He was now blushing even more and panting harder. He needed some release in one form or another. “Be a good boy and finish that little bit for me and I’ll make you see the fucking stars!” The selectively ambitious man knew where this was going and wolfed down another bite as his wife hiked up his heavy belly apron and began to find the goods hidden underneath. Good thing Lute was strong, even down one real arm. She was able to lift his gut up and hold it there to unbury his (not as massive as he claimed) cock from its fleshy prison. In addition to the massive belly apron, Adam’s dick had been almost entirely covered by his soft and low hanging fat pad, another wonderful bit of his huge body she had helped create. With a few tricks of her metal fingers, she was able to move the flab to the side and begin working her magic on him. The now insanely horny fat man kept shoveling down more and more dessert as his wife sucked him off, her forehead hitting his underbelly with each bob of her head. He was in ecstasy at this point, a place higher than heaven. Every pleasure sensor in his body was running wild and after a few more flicks of her tongue, he was ready to explode. With the last bite of cake gone, he released himself inside her mouth, moaning in pleasurable pain again. She arouse from her husband’s crotch and quickly ran to the attached bathroom to spit and clean herself up while also getting a warm cloth to clean his lower folds. “It’s gone now…” he said with another burp, his breath now labored from the massive weight of the food sitting in his gut. “Fuck, I feel like I’m gonna burst….” “More than you already just did?” Lute teased, drying him off and snapping her fingers to use her angelic powers to clean up all of the crumbs and icing off of both Adam and their bed. “Very fucking funny…” he said with a shit eating smirk. “Shit, I am seriously so full… I don’t think I’ve ever been this full in the 10,000 years I’ve been around….” “I don’t think you’ve been this full since I came around either,” she teased, straddling him, being gentle around his upper gut, rubbing soothing circles into it. “I’m so proud of my big handsome boy.” He loved when she called him that, smiling from ear to ear, knowing that he was HER fat boy and would be hers for the rest of eternity. She knew he had a praise kink on top of all of this and often used it to her advantage. She reached up and kissed him passionately again, resting herself carefully on his belly to do so. She loved this man so fucking much and wanted him in every carnal way possible. She nipped at his double chin, teasing him more and more by grabbed at his plump chest in the process. “You ready for your last course?” She teased, undoing the clasp of her lingerie. “More than you fucking know, babe!” He said, just as eager as before, as if he wasn’t just whining a moment ago. “Get that thing off and ride my face before you take my dick again.” “Pushy aren’t we?” She said, grabbing the riding crop again and gently smacking his thigh with it, sending ripples throughout the soft adipose of his body. He gasped at the smack before his grin returned and the fire in his golden eyes lit up. “But since you’ve been such a good boy for Mama tonight, I guess I can oblige.” She adjusted herself again once nude and got into position for Adam to get to work on her. Face riding was always his favorite part of sex and he owned that fact to anyone who ever asked. This man practically worshipped pussy and knew his way around a woman far better than anyone but his wife could ever know. It was almost a guaranteed orgasm for Lute when Adam was like this and she was definitely enjoying herself, playing with his belly as he continued. This fat fuck knew how to eat and he would fucking prove it to her in every way possible. After a few more tongue maneuvers, Lute was done and needed full release. “I need your fat dick inside of me. NOW,” she commanded, flipping over to ride him. Adam almost always took the bottom position anymore. Traditional missionary was pretty much impossible now due to how much girth was in the way, but Lute knew a few tricks to get the rolls out of the way for a good fuck. Adam wasn’t the only big man she had been with before, but he was certainly the largest. Thankfully again her strength and agility came in handy for this too and within moments, she had him in place and both of them were moving in sync for pleasure. Despite how big he was, Adam was still able to hold up during sex, most likely his testosterone blocking out the pain from his back and wings. He rocked into her from the bottom, bucking his hips the best he could to make sure he was hitting all the right spots for his wife. He loved hearing Lute scream his name as she dug her nails/metal fingers into his belly fat, bring him closer to the edge. He moaned her name several times as well, along with the occasion fuck or shit sprinkled in. Within a few minutes, sparks were flying and both angels came at the same time, with Adam euphorically finishing inside of Lute. She practically collapsed ontop of him, still connect and soaking up every bit he split. The fat man beneath her heaved his chest, a dazed and pleased look upon his round face. “I love you so fucking much, Lute,” he panted out, reaching up for a final kiss before she dismounted him. “I love you too, Adam,” she answered back as they broke the kiss, panting a bit herself too. “Fuck we both made a mess. Want to take a bath with me just for good measure?” “I will literally never say no to the invitation to take a bath with my wife. Even after I just fucked her good,” he answered with a devious grin as his breathing started to even out again. She went to the bathroom and drew the bath, adding a gold and purple colored, lavender scented bath bomb to it and grabbed some towels for them to dry with afterwards. She then went back to Adam and helped him back up to his feet. She could tell that his hormones were leveling off and that he was starting to ache again, another incentive for the bath. By the time he waddled his way in, the bath was ready. Adam went in first, lowering himself down into the claw foot tub and sighed upon the warm water hitting his sore joints. Once he was settled, Lute joined him after she removed her prosthetic to avoid water damage. She cuddled close to him in the warm, colored water and sighed, her body relaxing as she leaned her head on his moob. He held her tight, wrapping his meaty arms around her slim waist and resting his first chin on her shoulder. “I hope you had a good time tonight too,” he said, gently kissing her neck. “Dude, you just gave me a fucking cream pie. Why on earth did you think I had anything close to a bad time?” “I just like to make sure. Ya know, the whole ‘happy wife, happy life’ thing,” he said with a chuckle. “I’m always happy with you, Adam,” she said kissing him gently, her hand gently kneading at his scruffy beard and grazing his double chin. “No matter what.” He saw that she kept her stub under the water and out of sight. So he held it up and kissed it, causing her to squirm for a moment. “You don’t need to keep it hidden from me,” he said between kisses. “I love every part of my little apple, even the piece with the bite out.” She relaxed again and chuckled at his joke, loving that they could joke about their traumas together. She flipped around to face him directly, straddling his belly again and hugging him tight with her good arm, her stump resting upon the multiple stab wound scars that were on his chest. He reciprocated the hug again and kissed the top of her forehead. He unfurled his functional wing and wrapped it around her too. His wings were always beautiful to Lute, even now when the one could barely open at all. “I love you too, dear,” she responded, tucking her head under his first chin. “All your flaws included too.” “You know, I might be an old, fat, broken man now, but I’ve never been happier in my entire life or afterlife, and that’s all thanks to you, my apple,” he said with a genuine smile. She looked back up at him with beaming smile, feeling the love radiating off of him that was warmer than the bath water. “I’ve been and seen so much over the eons but I’ve legit never been this content. You’ve changed my life for the better and I can’t thank you enough for it.” “You’ve done the same for me too,” she said before kissing him again and then sinking into his soft body. She meant that statement too, turning her from a cruel and harsh person into the kinder but still assertive woman she was today. The couple then simply enjoyed their moment of personal intimacy, basking in the glow of each others golden eyes and whispering sweet nothings to each other. They might’ve been in heaven, but this was their true paradise, right here in each other’s embrace. The whole realm could look down upon the broken angels and neither of them would have given a single shit. They had each other and that’s all the company they ever wanted or needed. Lute might not have been made directly for Adam like his exes, but she was his wife for the rest of his afterlife. Adam was always hungry for fruit, forbidden or not, and his tiny spiced apple hit the spot every time.