Gotham-Beautiful Swan and Fat Penguin

Being the king of this hell of a city had its perks, I'll admit. I can have anything I want and I will take it, even if it kills me. I have power, money, booze, and oh god, delicious food. I've hired a personal chef for myself in my own mansion that I've built for myself on the outskirts of town. Her name is (Name). She makes the best food in the world, and she's all mine. No other noble can have her simply because I'm the king, aren't I? I should be able to get what I want. She is the only person who can make and bring me my meals, and I seem to not forget to eat as often as I used to.

And unfortunately, I have to see about getting some new suits from that. I've put on quite a few pounds from (name)'s cooking and I need to conceal it as best as I can.

When I was young, I was actually the fat kid that all the other little brats picked on. My mother always told me that they were just jealous, but I know it's because of how I looked.

As I stand in the full length mirror as I'm getting dressed to take of some business with a traitor of my reign, I can see what her delicious treats are doing to me. I stood on the bathroom scale before dressing. I'm up 30 pounds. I'm only a few pounds overweight, but all of those memories about being called "the fat little penguin" in elementary school are flodding back into my memory.

I hated them all, but I learned not to care as much, as they were pretty shallow and not as intelligent as me, as per usual with everyone else.

(Name), however, could keep up with every single word I said, and was overly amazing, always knowing how much of what to put in my dishes and just how I like it. She even makes the best tea, just to my liking, and it helps me sleep on restless nights. But I still feared that she would be disgusted by me. I realize I'm no model or prize to be caught looks wise. I've always been ugly, but fat and ugly was not the kind of man that (name) deserved. She deserves a man who can go above and beyond my means.

I was seated at the table for dinner when (name) brought in his food. "Good Evening, Mr. Cobblepot!" She says as she set down my dinner and smiled, removing the cover from the dish. On one plate was a various array of meats and hams, and on the other was a delectable set of pastries, one's that only she had the expertise to make.

I began to eat as she poured me a glass of semi sweet red wine.

"Thank you, (name). Everything is delicious," I said, smiling up at her.

"Oh! Then, thank you, as always." she smiled gratefully at me, and asked if I needed anything else.

I declined as she sat down the chair next to mine, sipping on a cup of coffee she had made herself.

I couldn't help but find her entirely too alluring. She was stunning in my eyes. Every part of her body was beautiful and her personality was full of cheer and happiness. She was the complete opposite of me, and yet, here this beautiful swan sat next to the ugly penguin as if there was nothing odd about the scene.

She turned to look at me and smiled, and damn, even her smile was alluring, drawing me closer and closer to her splendor. Then again, the swan would never love this ugly penguin.

"Oswald," she started, "I do have a question...If you're so rich and smart, why do you live in this big mansion by yourself? I mean, there's 6 bedrooms. Surely, you're lonely here..."

I frowned. She was completely right. I am very lonely in this palace of crime and riches.

"Well, to be completely blunt, (name), it's because no women find me attractive and therefore would never even dream of spending a night here," I said, avoiding eye contact.

"Well... what if there was someone who really did find you attractive?" She blushed and looked away, but I tilted her chin up in both excitement and disbelief.

"I-Is that you, (name)?" I asked with red flush on my cheeks. She nodded and I did something I hadn't done before in my life.
I kissed a beautiful woman. She was so alluring and I needed to confess my feelings for her.

A small moan escaped my lips as she pressed herself  a bit closer to me, and stood to sit in my lap. We both got caught up in our antics. It was an incredible, exhilarating experience. However, she placed her hand on my growing stomach and it stopped our kiss

"I see you like my food, Oswald," she hummed, rubbing at the sides of my stomach and thighs. I looked down and saw that my hideous gut was round and wide, pressing against my dress shirt and starting to lay in his lap. I sighed. I knew she wouldn't like me like this. God, I've let myself go...

"Yes, unfornately I seem to have taken too much of a liking to your delicious food. I need to start losing weight or I'll end up as large as a whale..." I said, ashamed of myself.

She lifted up my chin and looked me in the eyes. "No need for that, Oswald. I still think you're a little too skinny!"

"What? You think I'm too skinny?" I said in protest. She nodded, grabbing onto my love handles.

"What can I say? I like bigger guys. Not gonna lie, I often think about you with an even bigger tummy and feeding you my sweets!" She teased, showing more confidence.

"Well, then I better eat this food now so I can have those sweets, yes?" I smiled, already putting food in my mouth. This was actually a fantasy of mine as well. Something about eating while engaging in sensual pleasures had always intrigued me. Just to imagine this beautiful woman feeding me and pleasuring me is incredible.

I kept eating everything she brought, and by the end, no doubt because I was thinking of (Name), was hard and in need of some sweets and a good fucking. I pulled her, still clad in her chef's uniform, into my lap, and began running my hands up her sides.

"I need you (name)...I've needed you since the first day that I saw you! Please, take me tonight," I husked into her ear, getting on top of her. She merely smiled and agreed. The next thing I knew, we were both naked and going at each other like animals. How the hell did I luck out as much as I have?

My added weight only succeeded in turning her on more, and I was glad she loved me for who I was. I tried not to crush her, but she was begging to feel every single pound she had put on me. The thought of being stuffed by her was so appealing to me, but the real thing was even better.

I never imagined for once in my life that I would ever manage to have this girl, or any girl for that matter, in awe of me as much as she was. She was so amazing. When we were finally finished, she laid next to me in the bed, gently rubbing my stomach and kissing me

"I really do love you, you know," she hummed as my arms went around her waist.

That caught me off guard. No one since my mother has told me that the they loved me.

"I-I love you too, (name)..." Was all I could answer back. I smiled, completely in awe of what our future together would hold.

Time skip: a few years later

"Ozzie!" My wife calls to me with her little pet name for me. "Dinner's almost done!"

I chuckle and rise from my desk filled with plans on how to turn the old Arkham facility into a personal power plant.

I hobble down the stairs as fast as I can without my bum leg hurting me. It never healed right, and with all the extra weight, I was having to sit down more often. Nowadays, food, sex, and (Name) are some of my only motivations, besides ruling Gotham of course.

"I'm here, my queen of Gotham. What treat do you have for me today?" I say, wrapping my arms around her slimmer waist and kissing her cheek and neck. She chuckled, kissing me back.

"Well, for starters we have a few meat platters, pasta dishes, some bread and wine, and for dessert, I have a treat especially for you..." She smirked and walked out of my arms."A dark chocolate tuxedo cake that you get to eat off of me," she said, with a devious sparkle in her eyes. I chuckled and kissed her sweetly.

"When do we start, then?" I said, desperately wanting to get to dessert as fast as possible.

"Ah! You have to eat your dinner before dessert!" She scolded playfully.

"Well then, I better get started, no?" I bit into my food as fast as ever, and by the end, I was more concerned about the pain in my pants rather than the pain from my stomach.

(Name) chuckled and kissed me sweetly. "I'll be back in a few minutes. I have to get changed. I'll meet you in the bedroom. Do me a favor and get rid of that tight suit of yours, Ozzie," she teased, leaving me alone. I happily obliged and hobbled my fat ass to our bedroom. My stomach was full but I had to eat my lovely dessert from my wife. She always liked to watch me shove so much food into my fat face. She loved seeing me fat and happy

I removed my suit and then sat in our bed, awaiting my wife.

"Oh Ozzie..." My wife stuck to the dark corners of the room. Out came my wife in the most gorgeous thing she had worn since our wedding. She knew that the only place I liked to be dominated at was the bedroom. She wore her hair tousled and her makeup was strikingly classic with bright red lips. She wore a black and white lingerie set with red stockings and stiletto boots. In one hand was the absolutely delicious tuxedo cake she mentioned before dinner, and in the other, a riding crop that I knew would be smacked against my pale fat ass dozens of times tonight.

She set the cake on the nightstand next to the bed with a fork and straddled me, saying, "If you want it long and hard tonight, I need you soft and wide. Eat up, Ozzie, or you won't get the second treat of the night!"

She held up the first fork full and I immediately ate it, watching her feed me more and more until the entire cake was in my taut stomach, and I was a groaning mess. I rubbed at my stomach, trying to ease the pain, but her soft hands stopped me

"I'll do this for you, love," she said, feeding more and more cake as she began to play with my fat rolls. God I didn't realize how fat I've actually gotten. I knew I now weighed about 340 pounds, but at this angle, I looked huge.

I moaned loudly. Just the feeling of being full was enough for me to feel the aching need that came with having a sexy wife.

"Oh Ozzie, don't know know how cute you look right now?"

"Please fuck me, (name). Now!" I moaned as the last bite of the cake was put in my mouth. I swallowed it and swept her underneath me, helping her out of her lingerie.

My wife was now nude below me, her eyes sparkling as she looked into mine. I saw that even on my knees, my stomach draped onto her like a blanket. God I was so large now, and I fucking love it.

I began passionately kissing her, leaving tender touches and kisses on every inch of her soft skin.

All I needed was my sexy, enticing wife, and no one would stop me from having her. "I've eaten your cake, now what of me, my mistress?" I leaned a bit farther down, my belly draping more onto her.

"Now you get to have me all to yourself, Ozzie. I'm all for you, so ravish me!" She said, touching me sensually, handling my member. I gasped and began to have my wife.

We ended up making love on and off until daybreak. I was so exhausted from all the sex that at least the calories from that cake had been burnt off.

"You win, love. I can't do anymore tonight. I love you so much," I panted, rolling on my back. I guess being this fat does have one disadvantage. I tire out a lot easier.

"Oh, love you're simply delicious! I love you too." She rolled so her back was facing me and she sighed.

I rolled on my side and hugged her with her as the little spoon. I nuzzled my face into her sweet smelling hair. I felt my fat stomach press into the small of her back. She was so beautiful

"You know you're my everything, right?" I smiled, pulling her into my side.

She laughed in agreement. I was so glad that I can call this woman my wife forever. She was my everything and I vow with my life that she will be protected and safe for as long as she lives.

"I know, Ozzie. You're also mine and nothing will ever change that!" She said, kissing my crooked nose. This was an incredible dream come true. The fat ugly penguin took this beautiful swan as his wife and neither of them would change a damn thing. Gotham belongs to me and my heart belongs to her.