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Raphael stands in the hallway of the aged apartment building, completely exhausted. Even after a ten hour layover in Taiwan, he’d barely been able to get any sleep on his flight back to the States. Noise-canceling headphones were great for crying children and loud snores, but not much could be done about the uncomfortable seats. He’s tired, his head fucking hurts, and he smells like shit. At the door he listens, upbeat music is just barely audible over the hum of a vacuum cleaner. Mikey’s Deep Clean Mega Mix no doubt. Raph can’t help but smile fondly; doing things last minute as usual. He waits a few moments listening to Mikey sing off-key as he vacuums, knowing that ringing the doorbell now would be useless. Mikey can’t hear shit. Once the vacuum becomes quiet Raph seizes the opportunity to ring it. He hears the vacuum hits the floor and quick, heavy, footsteps approach the door. “Raphie!” The door swings open and Raph is absorbed into a shell-crushing hug before he can even think. “Hey Mike, good to see ya too man,” Raph manages to wheeze out. But as he pats the other’s shell he notices something feels off.Something about this hug is… strange. Sure, it’s been two years but Raph is no stranger to Mikey HugsTM. Something about the younger turtle seems wider and Raph doesn’t reach as far around as he usually could. The pair separate and that’s when Raph sees it.“C’mon in!” He’s ushered inside.Mikey is wearing his favorite Nexus Champ tank top, a prize he’d won in a gaming competition a few years ago. Back then, the tank had hung off of him loosely, but now it clings tight to his curves. Curves that definitely weren’t there when Raphael left. The logo, long since faded and cracked stretches across his now plush chest and protruding stomach. The orange sweatpants - which Raph had never seen before - dig into him, creating a noticeable muffin top. Distantly, Raph thinks of the hanten folded neatly in his suitcase. “Get one a few sizes up,” Donnie had told him a few weeks ago, amusement clear in his voice. At the time Raph hadn’t thought much about it, Mikey had always been the softest out of the four of them. Not that that was saying much, they all worked out to stay fit for competitions. With all that behind them, it wasn’t impossible for Mikey’s diet to finally catch up with him. But Raph hadn’t expected this. Mikey didn’t just put on a few pounds. He isn’t only a little chubby. Michelangelo is properly fat . Raphael’s mouth dries and his palms sweat. He’s too tired for this.“I still can’t believe it took two whole years before the Hamatos kicked you out!” Mikey jokes as he grabs the duffel bag from Raph. “Yeah, yeah,” he kicks his shoes off at the door, “they didn’t kick me out.”Raph knows Mikey is just messing with him. They’d spoken about it over a month ago. Helping Leo’s family out at their ryokan in Fukuoka was great but he just felt it was time for something else. “I still don’t believe it! Why else would you leave beautiful Japan?” Mikey stops to take a look at the other turtle, “Damn. You look like shit, bro.” “Thanks, Mike.” Raph rolls his eyes. “No probbles!” His wide grin then softens into something more sympathetic, “Rough flight, huh?” Raph groans, “Don’t even get me started.” Loud meowing at his feet grabs his attention and Raph looks down to see Klunk circling him expectantly. “Hey little guy,” he scoops the cat up into his arms. The apartment itself hasn’t changed much since Raph left. Same burgundy couch from some old lady’s estate sale, the same beat-up coffee table, and oh - the curtains are new. Mikey had definitely made the space his own, movie posters and framed comics now hang on the wall. In the corner Klunk has a fancy new cat tree; one of those cutesy towers with fruit-shaped platforms. “Don’t worry Raph, I didn’t touch your room. Too much.” Mikey laughs when he sees the other looking around, “I might have gone through your record collection at some point.” They enter the room that Raph had once shared with Leo. And surprisingly, the room is actually exactly the same as he’d left it, even smelling fresh and dust free. Raph had never finished expanding into Leo’s side by the time he decided to leave for Japan. Some part of him hoped (and probably still hopes) that Leo wouldl return some day. “Soooo, how’s it feel to be back in New York?” Mikey asks as he dumps the duffel bag on the floor beside the dresser. “Let’s just say I’m excited to sleep in,” Raph flops onto the bed shell first, relishing in finally being able to spread out on a plush mattress. “Don’t tell Leo, but this is way better than a futon.” He sighs in content, feeling as though he could fall asleep right then and there. “I am absolutely telling Leo. And take a shower or something before you fall asleep; you’ve got airplane stink.” Mikey winks before leaving Raph alone to wonder just what the hell happened.
Feeling clean and at least somewhat well rested, Raph emerges from his room a few hours later with Klunk in tow, the cat having decided to nap on his chest. Why the cat liked to follow Raph around, he’ll never know. The door to Mikey’s room is left open, their usual invitation to enter. Raph wanders in to find Mikey sitting at his computer, music audible even through his headphones as he’s focused on whatever it is he’s working on.Raph watches Mikey work for a moment. The younger turtle’s face is definitely softer, a double chin rounding out his features. His shoulders now have a gentle slope to them, leading down to pillowy upper arms. The curves of his chest rest atop a stomach that spills into his lap.Raph forces his eyes to wander the rest of the room, it’s fairly cluttered as it’s always been and Mikey had obviously spent no time expanding into Donnie’s side of the room. Stacks of comics and DVDs are scattered about the room, a Gundam kit lies half-assembled on a low wooden table. A small collection of figures now sits neatly displayed in a glass case, many of which Raph recognizes as having been sent from Leo. Raph still doesn’t understand the fascination with the things but Leo was always pretty good at UFO catchers and loves surprising Mikey with them. His eyes wrap back around, landing on Mikey once again. His setup definitely got an upgrade while Raph was gone. The PC looks shiny and new, no way Mike built that without Don’s help. Even the rickety little office chair has been replaced with one of those fancy, ergonomic, chairs meant for mutants that can’t sit comfortably in chairs meant for humans. The cushions seem to have been replaced Raph immediately recognized it as having belonged to Donnie.Donatello had been so excited to finally save up enough money for that thing. He remembers how Mikey had been a little jealous back then, his own chair not exactly comfortable to sit in for hours while he played MMOs. And now Michelangelo’s ass fills the chair, leaving very little room between his thighs and armrests. Raph goes to stand beside Mikey, just barely entering his line of sight, causing him to yelp in surprise. “ Jesus - Fuck, Raph, thanks for the heart attack!” He sighs and removes his headphones. “No probbles.” Raph smirks.“That Don’s chair?” Raph seats himself on the orange carpet and picks up one of Klunk’s many toys. “Yeah, he left it when he moved out! I refurbished it a little, pretty dope, right?” Mikey swivels around in the chair, it creaks under his weight. “Oh shit, what time is it?” Mikey starts, looking to the time on his monitor. 7:36pm. “So uh-” Mikey smiles to Raph a little sheepishly, pressing his fingertips together, “I sorta lost track of time and forgot to prep dinner.” “You? Cook dinner?” He laughs, “Since when did ya learn to cook anything besides scrambled eggs?” “Hey now! I’ve gotten pretty good at it!” Mikey defends, “I’ll have you know I was a chef for a few months. And I was pretty good at it!”“Oh, yeah? Why’d they fire you then?” He bounces the feather toy in front of the cat, watching her huge pupils dart back and forth. “Well- I’m sure you know how hard it is to wake up at 4 a.m.” Klunk swats at the toy, “Ya know, I’m not sure what else I was expecting.” Despite being pretty good at whatever job he has, Mikey does have a tendency to get fired for being chronically late. “It’s a little late to start cooking but there’s a place a few minutes from here we can hit up.” Mikey quickly changes back to the subject at hand. He watches Klunk lunge for the toy, “Lemme guess, pizza?” “Acktually, Raphael , it’s a burger joint.” Mikey crosses his arms and looks at the other as if he really did something. Raphael tries not to think about the way it accentuates his chest. The walk to the diner is short and the entire time Mikey walks ahead of Raph, excitedly updating him on the neighborhood news - Miss Cho’s daughter graduated high school last week, the laundromat finally upgraded their machines from the ’70s with machines from the ’90s, and guess what!? The comicbook shop is expanding into the space next door. Raph tries his best to keep up with Mikey’s seemingly endless string of thoughts. But try as he might, he can’t stop staring at the jiggle of Mikey’s wide ass in those dumb fucking orange pants, wobbling with each step. “Oh, yeah!” Mikey spins around suddenly, “The burger place is run by Triceratons!”
Everything in the diner is Triceraton sized with wide walkways and tall tables. There’s a few normal sized booths tucked away in a corner further away from the bar, clearly older and probably from whatever used to be here before. The place dimly lit and pretty empty for a Friday night, only a few Triceraton patrons are seated at the bar. The pair sit themselves in one of the smaller booths and look over the menu. It consists of fairly normal diner fare with a few more alien options sprinkled in between. Raphael has no clue what roasted Jovoxian creef is but he’ll stick to a grilled chicken sandwich, thank you very much.(“It’s like if crabmeat and beef had a weird baby!” Mikey will later tell him.)“This is Zog!” Mikey gestures to a very unimpressed looking Triceraton, “Me and him go way back! Right, Zog?”Zog doesn’t even dignify him with a response.“Your usual?” Zog asks instead. Mikey has a usual?“You know it! Let’s get the sampler too! Then we can get a little bit of everything! Oh! And I want a strawberry milkshake!” A little bit of everything turned out to be a lot of everything. The tray is nearly the size of the table itself, littered with platters stacked high with onion rings, mozzarella sticks, chicken wings, and the rest of the appetizer menu. It could be a meal for three on its own. “Oh.. right.. Triceraton portions.” Mikey chuckles. The two easily get lost in idle conversation, Mikey tells his about the projects he’s been working on and in exchange Raph regales him with stories of his time in Fukuoka. As expected, Mikey laughs his ass off when he’s told about the grannies who flirt with him and Leo while they’re working. The food is admittedly pretty good, Raph tries a few different things and decides that these Triceratons know how to cook. Across the table, Mikey eats a mozzarella stick, and then another, and another. He then moves onto the chicken wings, generously coating them in sauce. Quickly losing himself in the act of eating as the two chat. Raph can't help but stare as the contents of the tray dwindle down until there’s only a few nachos and some onion rings left with himself barely making a dent in it. “You want any more of this?” Mikey asks suddenly, lifting his thumb to his mouth to lick off some sauce.Raph’s cheeks warm as he averts his eyes, “Nah, go ahead.”Wait. What the fuck?? What the hell is he doing?! Getting all hot in the face like some kind of schoolgirl!? It’s just Michelangelo!Raph just misses the devious smile stretching across the other turtle’s face.What Raph doesn’t know is that this is a very manageable amount of food for Mikey. Sure, the sampler had genuinely been an accident. It wasn’t like it was something he had ever ordered before. But the look Raph gave him while he finished it off almost entirely on his own had given him some ideas. And the time to act on those was now. Zog returns, placing their meal down on the table just as Mikey finishes off the last of the nachos. He suppresses a smile at the way Raph’s eyes widen just ever so slightly at the sight of his burger. A thick slab of beef stacked high with a number of toppings; almost twice the size of Raph’s sandwhich. His usual. Mikey eagerly picks up the burger as if he didn’t just eat what could easily be a full meal on its own and takes the biggest bite he can. Usually, he’d cut it into manageable pieces, but he feels like putting on a show today.Burger in one hand and potato wedges in the other he alternates bites between the two, occasionally taking sips of the thick shake. A thin sheen of sweat coats Mikey’s face by the time he polishes off his burger. The waistband of his joggers bite into his stomach and he regrets not wearing his Eating Pants. Suddenly he’s struck with another idea, a very risky one that could become very awkward very quickly. He leans back in his seat to take a breath, giving Raph his first view of his distended stomach, his shirt just riding up to reveal a sliver of plastron. “You gonna finish that?” He points to Raph’s half-eaten sandwich, long forgotten on his plate. For a moment he watches the gears turn in Raph’s head and he wonders if he’s being a little too bold. “Go ahead,” The plate slides easily across the wooden table and Raph sits back, raising an eyebrow ridge at him expectantly, a slight smirk on his lips. Finally , Raphael is playing along.First, he takes a handful of wedges, just to break up things up. He takes smaller bites, making sure to pace himself, something he probably should’ve been doing since the beginning. Mikey breathes heavily, staring almost regretfully at the last few bites on his plate. “Go on then,” Raph says suddenly, “Finish what you started.” It’s just the nudge Mikey needs to finish. He parts his lips, bringing the last of the sandwich to his mouth. Chewing slowly, he breathes through the discomfort. With a heavy sigh Mikey shoves the plate away from him, his head landing with a thunk on booth. Zog reappears a moment later to collect their plates and deliver the bill, not even batting an eye at whatever the Earthlings got going on. Raphael grabs a handful of bills and shoves them into the Triceraton’s hand.“Keep the change.”
Michelangelo moans in relief as he pulls the waistband of his sweats below the apron of his bulging stomach. The walk back to the apartment had certainly been interesting, with Mikey practically hanging off of Raph as he waddled beside him. Immediately upon reaching the apartment he kicked off his slides at the door and shuffled into his bedroom to lay down. “So like - are you gonna touch or what?” Mikey asks suddenly, looking at Raph expectantly from his reclined position.“..What?”“Dude, c’mon,” He put his hand up in defense, “I’m pretty sure I’m picking up on some vibes, man. Ever since you got here you kept staring at me when you thought I wasn’t looking.”“You didn’t even crack any jokes!” Mikey continues, “When you got here I was totally expecting something like ‘damn Mike, what happened to ya?’” Raph chooses to ignore the poor imitation of his accent, “And then you call me a fatass or something! So like- yeah, I can tell you’re totally into,” He gestures to himself, “This whole situation.”What Raph gets from this is, “Would you like me to call you a fatass?” “I’m sure you can get more creative than that?”Raph can absolutely get more creative than that. “C’mon Raphie Bear, this belly is heavy, I need someone to help me hold it!” Mikey teases. Raph growls and goes straight for Mikey’s neck, biting into the soft flesh that wasn’t there before. “I knew it! You’re totally into it!” Mikey giggles gleefully. “You better watch yourself, Mike,” he presses a hand against the other’s stomach, feeling the tautness beneath the layer of fat, earning him a low churr.“Ffuck.. there’s Raphie.”“God Mike, yer so fuckin huge,” he groans, running his hands up Mikey’s plastron. The shirt needs to come off right fucking now. Sensing the other’s frustration Mikey tugs the shirt over his head with a small laugh. Something stirs in Raphael as he takes in the full expanse of Mikey’s body, feeling almost as though he’s seeing his lover for the first time all over again. Mikey’s plastron feels strange in his hands, so soft and pliant and completely foreign.Under him, Mikey looks up at him with those dark eyes, his chest heaving with each labored breath. “Damn, just look at you. You got tits now,” he hefts them up with his hands, “We should get you a bra or somethin’.” Mikey churrs as Raph handles his chest but still gets one of those looks on his face and that twinkle in his eye. The one that indicates a shitty joke is coming.“Dan Micky your Bobbies” Mikey somehow manages with a sloppy smile.Raph grinds his thigh between the other turtle’s legs, already feeling the wetness through his sweats, “ Fuck you, I can’t believe I actually missed your dumb fucking jokes.” “Hahh, you’re just not civilized enough to understand my humor.” Mikey wraps his arms around Raph’s neck to bring him closer. “Your jokes are ass and you know it,” He nips and sucks at Mikey’s neck. “They’re either outdated memes from 2014 or some weird shit ain’t nobody know about.” Mikey rolls his eyes playfully, “Leo liked my jokes.”“Leo would put your ass on a diet.” Raph runs his tongue over the bruise. “Nuh uh, Leo hnng.. would totally like my ass.” Mikey groans, “Donnie likes my ass.”“Don is always down to for weird shit,” Not that Raph one to talk given the events of the night.
He slides his thumbs between the waistband and Mikey’s hips, noting the completely worn out elastic.
“How the hell did ya even squeeze into these?”
“They fit just fine this morning,” Mikey whines, “Are you gonna fuck me or what?”
It takes some work but he finally manages to peel the pants down Mikey’s thick thighs. He moans when he’s exposed to the cool air as Raph tosses aside the sweatpants, angry red marks left behind on his hips.
Raph carefully palms Mikey’s fupa, the slit already swollen and wet. He easily slides a deft finger into the warm crevice and immediately gets to work.
“Hnng, Raph!,” Even in his full state, Mikey tries desperately to grind his hips against Raph’s hand.
It doesn’t take long for him to drop and Raphael can’t help but stare for a moment. Once standing proud and tall, Mikey’s dick is dwarfed by the size of his gut.
”Huh.”
“..huh?”
“Yer dick shrunk,” Raph deadpans, genuinely fascinated, but also just to fuck with Mikey. (Heh)
Mikey’s face turns hot, “It did not! Do
not
ruin this for me, Raphael!”
Raphael chuckles lightly as he unbuttons his jeans, shimmying them down to his knees. His own slit doesn’t need much stimulation for him to drop into his palm.
Lifting Mikey up by his thighs, his fingers digging into the soft, pine green flesh, he pulls Mikey towards him perhaps a little harder than he meant to. He then starts lining his cock up to Mikey’s entrance.
“Mm Raph, you know, hhah.. Usually, I love it when you manhandle me but
aah fuck-!!
” He’s cut off as Raph finally enters him, taking him fully.
The first thing Raphael notices is the way Mikey’s body quakes beneath him. Everything from his thighs and ass all the way up to his arms and breasts ripple with each movement.
“A-ah sshit, Raph, maybe warn a guy next time!” Mikey gasps, clutching at the shirt above his head.
Raph brings himself closer to Mikey, his body molding against the other’s. Deciding to be just a little courteous, Raph gives him a moment to get used to him before he starts his assault on his hole.
“Take it easy-! I’m
fuck.
. So full!”
“And who’s fault is that?” Raph rumbles in response, “Who thought it was a good idea to eat enough food to feed a small family?”
“Nnngh.. Ah- ah- I did!”
“I can’t believe you. Walking around in clothes that.
Barely. Fit
.” Raph makes sure to emphasize his words with each thrust, “You still like showing off, don’t you?”
A small, breathy, chuckle comes from Mikey, “You know me, gotta stay on brand.”
”Yeah, well, it better be worth it.”
“Y’know, Raphie, I ah- I really missed you!” Mikey cries, voice breaking.
“I.. hah.. actually missed ya too, Mike.”
Raph adjusts his grip, shifting the angle of his thrusts.
Judging by the sudden, strangled gasp beneath him, Raph would have to guess he struck that bundle of nerves. He keeps his pace steady, ramming into other turtle again and again.
“Nnng-! Aanh.. Raphie! Yes, yes!”
Mikey’s not one for conversation after that, only occasionally mumbling Raph’s name between his churrs and gasps for breath.
“Ah-! Fuck.. I nngh-! Raph!”
Raph feels Mikey suddenly jerk upwards, his legs tensing as he shakes through his climax. The sight of Mikey’s cock coating the bottom of his own tight gut was enough for Raph to follow soon after.
Slowly, Raph sets Mikey’s legs down and pulls out of him, cum leaking from his slit.
“You know,” Mikey pants after a few moments, sweat rolling down his face, “I still have some room left. What do you think about dessert?”