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Finally getting around to writing part 3 of this Alex with a broken leg story thing. Writer’s block plus mostly just not liking how the story was turning out are mostly to blame. But I’m gonna quit fiddling with it and finally just put it up as-is. Maybe you’ll like it? I dunno. XD
Shane, Alex, and Sebastian belong to the creators of Stardew Valley. Noah belongs to me.
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Alex woke up earlier than usual… he’d been sleeping later and later at home with nothing to do, but today the morning commotion of the farmhouse had roused him. He peered around the bedroom in a daze unsure for a moment where he was. “Can you see if there’s more eggs in the coop?” He recognized Noah’s voice drifting in from the kitchen and suddenly remembered.
He sat up and maneuvered to the edge of the bed, not an easy task with his heavy useless leg. He’d had the foresight to toss his jeans across the headboard the night before so he wouldn’t have to hop across the room to retrieve them. He recalled his urgency to remove them before crawling into bed having eaten his weight in tacos at dinner. It seemed Noah had a habit of making enough food for ten people at every meal. Luckily Alex’s jeans still fit… but barely…
As he hobbled down the hallway on his crutches, the sweet smell of breakfast surrounded him like a warm hug. Hashbrowns, eggs, sugary sweet maple syrup and butter. Alex hadn’t felt hungry while he was getting dressed but now he could hear and feel his stomach rumbling. He rounded the corner to see Sebastian placing plates on the table. He looked up through his messy mop of dark hair only for a moment before his eyes darted back down to the dishes.
“Good morning!” Noah waved the wooden spoon he’d been using to stir a huge skillet of scrambled eggs. “Breakfast is almost ready.”
“Awesome… I love that stuff.” Alex had to stop himself from licking his lips like a hungry wolf.
Shane stepped through the front door of the farmhouse using the bottom of his shirt to carry a pile of eggs. Alex couldn’t help but wonder how Shane was so comfortable with his massive gut being exposed to everyone. “The girls were busy this morning!” He said with a laugh. Noah stepped over with a bowl carefully transferring the eggs over.
“Alex, you can go ahead and take a seat on the couch if you’d like.” He said over his shoulder “We’ll bring you over a plate so you won’t have to stay on those crutches any longer than you have to.”
Alex turned toward the living room. He shifted slightly on his crutches, readjusting them under his armpits which were still a bit sore. Even after using them for a month, he hadn’t quite gotten used to them but… at least his arms were getting a workout. He made his way over to the sofa (which was luckily not that far) and sat. He hadn’t noticed while getting dressed how tight his old jeans had really gotten, but it was painfully obvious now that he was sitting down. He tugged at the waist as if they’d suddenly have some give but of course they didn’t. He couldn’t get up and change now without looking odd, so he decided he’d attempt to eat light at breakfast and change into his sweat shorts sometime afterward.
He waited patiently feeling a little like a spectator as he watched the occupants of the farmhouse from the sidelines. Noah carefully portioned out food with a smile, even from the next room Alex could tell he really had a passion for the meals he prepared. He watched as Sebastian took a seat at the table and Noah leaned forward and placed a plate in front of him. Before straightening back up, he took a moment to use the back of his hand to gently push Sebastian’s hair to the side and they locked eyes. Sebastian was actually smiling… It was a subtle gesture, over in the blink of an eye and Alex suddenly felt a pang of loneliness.
Noah turned to Shane with two plates in hand “There’s not enough space for all of us on the couch, so.. you think you can keep Alex company through breakfast?”
“Pff!” Shane said with a snort “Who do you think you’re talking to? I practically live on the couch!”
Noah smirked and shoved his husband toward the living room, both of them laughing. Shane was still looking over his shoulder as he handed Alex a plate. The jock stared wide eyed at it as he felt the weight in his hands. ‘I hope they don’t get mad if I don’t finish all of this…’ He thought, though he had to admit the meal smelled so good… breakfast had always been his favorite.
“Oh!” Shane said as if he suddenly remembered something. He placed his plate down on the couch cushion and turned around. Alex glanced down at the plate and was surprised to see Shane’s portion of food was even larger than his own.
“I guess… you’re pretty serious about breakfast.” Alex remarked.
“Heh, yeah… it takes a lot to fill up the ol’ bag these days…” Shane laughed while carrying an ottoman over to the front of the couch. He placed it down gently by Alex’s leg and carefully lifted his cast up on top of it.
Alex felt his cheeks flush. He’d become so accustomed to being alone at his grandparents house he really didn’t know how to respond to Shane’s kindness. “Thanks.” he said quietly.
Shane just shrugged, picked up his plate and plopped down on the couch hard. Alex held onto his breakfast for dear life. “Oh…” Shane reached into his pocket and fished out the two forks he was carrying. “Dig in!”
Alex took his first bite of eggs. They tasted so fresh he couldn’t believe it, the pancakes were divine. The fresh butter melted in his mouth…
“Noah’s a pretty good cook.” Shane said through a mouthful of hashbrowns.
All thoughts of too tight jeans and having a light breakfast suddenly went out the window. Alex felt ravaged and started shoveling the food into his mouth. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had a home cooked breakfast like this. He surprised himself when he realized moments later that he’d cleaned his plate. “Uhh…” he placed a hand on his stomach, the roundness of it surprising him. He could feel his jeans begging to be taken off before they burst off his body.
“Damn… you must’ve been hungry…” Shane remarked.
In a panic Alex attempted to pull his crutches over with one hand but they clattered to the floor. Noah stood up from the table and rushed over. “Sorry…” Alex said shamefully “I was just gonna… bring my plate to the sink.”
“That’s okay, let me do it.” Noah said, putting the crutches upright once again. “Do you want some more?” He gestured with the empty plate.
“No, thanks though… it’s really good but I’m stuffed.” Alex rubbed his belly which felt like it was sticking out further than it ever had in his life. He pulled his shirt down hoping no one could tell and wished he could unbutton his pants to relieve some of the pressure… but he had to remind himself that he wasn’t at home.
“You’re a good kid.” Noah said with a smile “You’ve got to remember to take it easy, okay?”
Both of the boys on the couch watched as Noah disappeared around the corner, the sound of dishes being placed in the sink a moment after. Alex leaned back into the couch, running his hand up and down on his distended stomach. His shirt was riding up again but he realized trying to keep it down was futile. He would’ve felt embarrassed if he’d been seated next to anyone but Shane. He couldn’t help but think he’d understand. “I made such a pig out of myself…” he muttered. “I really can’t wait to get this dumb cast off and get my abs back…”
“Ah, I remember those days…” Shane said as he stuffed another whole pancake into his mouth. “Waking up at 4:30 every morning… protein shakes… jogging before the sun’s up… I bet I spent half my life lifting weights back in my varsity days.”
Alex couldn’t help but look at Shane’s midsection which seemed to be expanding with every bite of food that passed his lips, his worn shirt barely containing the mass of fat beneath it. He had a hard time imagining a time when Shane might have been fit enough to play varsity gridball. “Do you… miss it?” Alex asked with a noticeable tone of hopefulness.
Shane pondered for a moment. “I guess sometimes… you should see how much I sweat just walking down to Marnie’s ranch… can you imagine me trying to jog with this big thing?” He gave his ample belly a pat.
“Hey, once I’m out of this cast, maybe I could help you get back in shape!” Alex exclaimed with a little too much enthusiasm.
Shane raised and eyebrow before letting out a laugh “Round is a shape! If there’s one thing I love more than gridball it’s food…” He took a moment to finish off the last bite from his plate “These days… I’d rather eat all day and hang out on the couch than work out… buh…”
“But Shane… c'mon… you can’t seriously enjoy being this big…” Alex froze… he hadn’t even realized he was reaching out until his hand made contact with Shane’s bloated tummy and grabbed hold of the soft fat. Shane looked down just as Alex quickly wrenched his hand back.
Shane shrugged “It does get in the way every once in a while…” he leaned his head closer to Alex “But just between you and me, those two love it…” he gestured with his eyes toward the dining table.
“We can hear you talking about us, Shane.” Sebastian said, looking unamused. Noah covered the snicker escaping from his lips.
Alex leaned back into the couch with a heavy sigh. He was already starting to crash from all the carbs he’d ingested. He placed a hand on his mound of a belly. It certainly felt different than Shane’s… smaller sure but not as soft. He still had enough muscle underneath that his hand didn’t sink into it very far. As he rubbed the fabric of his shirt and watched his distended stomach rise and fall with his breath he wondered what Haley would think about his recent weight gain when she got back…

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Finally getting around to writing part 3 of this Alex with a broken leg story thing. Writer’s block plus mostly just not liking how the story was turning out are mostly to blame. But I’m gonna quit fiddling with it and finally just put it up as-is. Maybe you’ll like it? I dunno. XD
Shane, Alex, and Sebastian belong to the creators of Stardew Valley. Noah belongs to me.
Patreon
Ko-fi
Part 1:
Part 2:
Alex woke up earlier than usual… he’d been sleeping later and later at home with nothing to do, but today the morning commotion of the farmhouse had roused him. He peered around the bedroom in a daze unsure for a moment where he was. “Can you see if there’s more eggs in the coop?” He recognized Noah’s voice drifting in from the kitchen and suddenly remembered.
He sat up and maneuvered to the edge of the bed, not an easy task with his heavy useless leg. He’d had the foresight to toss his jeans across the headboard the night before so he wouldn’t have to hop across the room to retrieve them. He recalled his urgency to remove them before crawling into bed having eaten his weight in tacos at dinner. It seemed Noah had a habit of making enough food for ten people at every meal. Luckily Alex’s jeans still fit… but barely…
As he hobbled down the hallway on his crutches, the sweet smell of breakfast surrounded him like a warm hug. Hashbrowns, eggs, sugary sweet maple syrup and butter. Alex hadn’t felt hungry while he was getting dressed but now he could hear and feel his stomach rumbling. He rounded the corner to see Sebastian placing plates on the table. He looked up through his messy mop of dark hair only for a moment before his eyes darted back down to the dishes.
“Good morning!” Noah waved the wooden spoon he’d been using to stir a huge skillet of scrambled eggs. “Breakfast is almost ready.”
“Awesome… I love that stuff.” Alex had to stop himself from licking his lips like a hungry wolf.
Shane stepped through the front door of the farmhouse using the bottom of his shirt to carry a pile of eggs. Alex couldn’t help but wonder how Shane was so comfortable with his massive gut being exposed to everyone. “The girls were busy this morning!” He said with a laugh. Noah stepped over with a bowl carefully transferring the eggs over.
“Alex, you can go ahead and take a seat on the couch if you’d like.” He said over his shoulder “We’ll bring you over a plate so you won’t have to stay on those crutches any longer than you have to.”
Alex turned toward the living room. He shifted slightly on his crutches, readjusting them under his armpits which were still a bit sore. Even after using them for a month, he hadn’t quite gotten used to them but… at least his arms were getting a workout. He made his way over to the sofa (which was luckily not that far) and sat. He hadn’t noticed while getting dressed how tight his old jeans had really gotten, but it was painfully obvious now that he was sitting down. He tugged at the waist as if they’d suddenly have some give but of course they didn’t. He couldn’t get up and change now without looking odd, so he decided he’d attempt to eat light at breakfast and change into his sweat shorts sometime afterward.
He waited patiently feeling a little like a spectator as he watched the occupants of the farmhouse from the sidelines. Noah carefully portioned out food with a smile, even from the next room Alex could tell he really had a passion for the meals he prepared. He watched as Sebastian took a seat at the table and Noah leaned forward and placed a plate in front of him. Before straightening back up, he took a moment to use the back of his hand to gently push Sebastian’s hair to the side and they locked eyes. Sebastian was actually smiling… It was a subtle gesture, over in the blink of an eye and Alex suddenly felt a pang of loneliness.
Noah turned to Shane with two plates in hand “There’s not enough space for all of us on the couch, so.. you think you can keep Alex company through breakfast?”
“Pff!” Shane said with a snort “Who do you think you’re talking to? I practically live on the couch!”
Noah smirked and shoved his husband toward the living room, both of them laughing. Shane was still looking over his shoulder as he handed Alex a plate. The jock stared wide eyed at it as he felt the weight in his hands. ‘I hope they don’t get mad if I don’t finish all of this…’ He thought, though he had to admit the meal smelled so good… breakfast had always been his favorite.
“Oh!” Shane said as if he suddenly remembered something. He placed his plate down on the couch cushion and turned around. Alex glanced down at the plate and was surprised to see Shane’s portion of food was even larger than his own.
“I guess… you’re pretty serious about breakfast.” Alex remarked.
“Heh, yeah… it takes a lot to fill up the ol’ bag these days…” Shane laughed while carrying an ottoman over to the front of the couch. He placed it down gently by Alex’s leg and carefully lifted his cast up on top of it.
Alex felt his cheeks flush. He’d become so accustomed to being alone at his grandparents house he really didn’t know how to respond to Shane’s kindness. “Thanks.” he said quietly.
Shane just shrugged, picked up his plate and plopped down on the couch hard. Alex held onto his breakfast for dear life. “Oh…” Shane reached into his pocket and fished out the two forks he was carrying. “Dig in!”
Alex took his first bite of eggs. They tasted so fresh he couldn’t believe it, the pancakes were divine. The fresh butter melted in his mouth…
“Noah’s a pretty good cook.” Shane said through a mouthful of hashbrowns.
All thoughts of too tight jeans and having a light breakfast suddenly went out the window. Alex felt ravaged and started shoveling the food into his mouth. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had a home cooked breakfast like this. He surprised himself when he realized moments later that he’d cleaned his plate. “Uhh…” he placed a hand on his stomach, the roundness of it surprising him. He could feel his jeans begging to be taken off before they burst off his body.
“Damn… you must’ve been hungry…” Shane remarked.
In a panic Alex attempted to pull his crutches over with one hand but they clattered to the floor. Noah stood up from the table and rushed over. “Sorry…” Alex said shamefully “I was just gonna… bring my plate to the sink.”
“That’s okay, let me do it.” Noah said, putting the crutches upright once again. “Do you want some more?” He gestured with the empty plate.
“No, thanks though… it’s really good but I’m stuffed.” Alex rubbed his belly which felt like it was sticking out further than it ever had in his life. He pulled his shirt down hoping no one could tell and wished he could unbutton his pants to relieve some of the pressure… but he had to remind himself that he wasn’t at home.
“You’re a good kid.” Noah said with a smile “You’ve got to remember to take it easy, okay?”
Both of the boys on the couch watched as Noah disappeared around the corner, the sound of dishes being placed in the sink a moment after. Alex leaned back into the couch, running his hand up and down on his distended stomach. His shirt was riding up again but he realized trying to keep it down was futile. He would’ve felt embarrassed if he’d been seated next to anyone but Shane. He couldn’t help but think he’d understand. “I made such a pig out of myself…” he muttered. “I really can’t wait to get this dumb cast off and get my abs back…”
“Ah, I remember those days…” Shane said as he stuffed another whole pancake into his mouth. “Waking up at 4:30 every morning… protein shakes… jogging before the sun’s up… I bet I spent half my life lifting weights back in my varsity days.”
Alex couldn’t help but look at Shane’s midsection which seemed to be expanding with every bite of food that passed his lips, his worn shirt barely containing the mass of fat beneath it. He had a hard time imagining a time when Shane might have been fit enough to play varsity gridball. “Do you… miss it?” Alex asked with a noticeable tone of hopefulness.
Shane pondered for a moment. “I guess sometimes… you should see how much I sweat just walking down to Marnie’s ranch… can you imagine me trying to jog with this big thing?” He gave his ample belly a pat.
“Hey, once I’m out of this cast, maybe I could help you get back in shape!” Alex exclaimed with a little too much enthusiasm.
Shane raised and eyebrow before letting out a laugh “Round is a shape! If there’s one thing I love more than gridball it’s food…” He took a moment to finish off the last bite from his plate “These days… I’d rather eat all day and hang out on the couch than work out… buh…”
“But Shane… c'mon… you can’t seriously enjoy being this big…” Alex froze… he hadn’t even realized he was reaching out until his hand made contact with Shane’s bloated tummy and grabbed hold of the soft fat. Shane looked down just as Alex quickly wrenched his hand back.
Shane shrugged “It does get in the way every once in a while…” he leaned his head closer to Alex “But just between you and me, those two love it…” he gestured with his eyes toward the dining table.
“We can hear you talking about us, Shane.” Sebastian said, looking unamused. Noah covered the snicker escaping from his lips.
Alex leaned back into the couch with a heavy sigh. He was already starting to crash from all the carbs he’d ingested. He placed a hand on his mound of a belly. It certainly felt different than Shane’s… smaller sure but not as soft. He still had enough muscle underneath that his hand didn’t sink into it very far. As he rubbed the fabric of his shirt and watched his distended stomach rise and fall with his breath he wondered what Haley would think about his recent weight gain when she got back…

More Stardew Valley chubbs here: www.deviantart.com/fattlestack…