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Patreon Prompt 620
🕑 Added 2024-07-07 23:00:11 +0000 UTCPrompt: (Fat Male Robin (Fire Emblem)) https://www.deviantart.com/prisonsuit-rabbitman/art/fat-emblem-heroes-really-round-robin-838812244
When Robin was taken out of commission by an injury, most of the Shepherds were disheartened by the loss of their commander. However, his absence provided a great opportunity for one of the group’s shadier members. With a long road to recovery ahead of him, Tharja volunteered to take care of his every need until he was back on his feet. In spite of his comrades’ insistence that this was a bad idea, Robin assured them that the spellcaster only had his best interest in mind.
Tharja strived to prove the worrying Shepherds right soon after Robin was put into his care. As his body healed, she took every opportunity to overstuff him with as much food as she could get her hands on. While he resisted at first, eventually his appetite grew to match the portions that were constantly shoved down his throat.
Several months after Robin’s injury and two weeks after he had recovered, he still spent most of his time in Tharja’s quarters. It was the only place where a set of magically conjured hands could help him dress in the large, blue robes that were necessary to cover up his 500 pound form. The enchanted fingers also had the task of massaging his wobbling ass cheeks from the strenuous task of moving back and forth across the room. Even more were occupied picking out loose crumbs from the white shirt stretched across his sagging man boobs. Just as the floating hands began sliding across his exposed, bulbous belly that was when his devoted caretaker returned.
“I hope you’re enjoying my cooking, Robin my love,” she said, hoisting up the plates of food in her hand. With a twitch of her finger, she managed to command the magic hands to begin squeezing and groping the obese man’s blubber. Though there was a bit of concern on his face, it was overridden by the blush brought about by the pleasure gifted to him by his wealth of fat. “I hope you like it,” Tharja continued, stepping up with a plate of sweets in hand. “I branched out from pie, just for you. I wanted to make sure my big, handsome man has all the delicious food he can eat.”
