The final part of my Fatlock 30! Gosh, I never expected to get this far but it feels AMAZING! Thanks to any and all who kept reading day in and day out. Every like and comment kept me going. :) Also, this chapter ends in Sex. So very NSFW!

Day 29: Tummy Rubs

"Mmph... God..."

"Good?" asked John, grinning and tossing his jacket aimlessly into his arm chair. They'd been out to dinner, trying a new Indian restaurant that had just opened. Sherlock had insisted that they needed to sample several dishes. And of course the detective had managed to do more than just sample. The result was that Sherlock was now really quite full as he slumped down in the center of the sofa, wriggling to get his trouser waistband away from his overfull tummy.

"Extraordinary," Sherlock hummed in return, reaching down to unbutton his trousers. His belly rounded a bit further, tugging gently at his shirt buttons, "Ah, oh we'll most certainly be paying them another visit soon. That naan was the most authentic I've tasted in years."

The detective grunted and belched softly, his eyes sliding closed contentedly. John smiled and moved over to sit beside his bloated lover.

"Yeah I think we will be," he said, chuckling and reaching out to pat Sherlock's stomach. The man groaned softly in response, arching up into John's touch.

"More, John," was the soft demand. John was more than happy to comply. He rested his palm on Sherlock's belly, then spread his fingers slowly, feeling how wonderfully round the man's indulgence had made him. He squeezed lightly, fingers sinking into the bit of softness that had grown under the man's skin. He could feel how full the detective was underneath it. He pressed a bit harder and Sherlock gasped. The doctor smirked and resumed his ministrations, lightening his touch and beginning to move in slow circles that got progressively larger and larger, sweeping across the expansive flesh, feeling it push out against the fabric of the shirt Sherlock was wearing. Then John rubbed slowly up and down over the bulge as Sherlock sighed, head lolling.

John slipped a couple of fingers into the gap between two buttons.

"Mm," murmured Sherlock encouragingly. John accepted the invitation, stroking the smooth warm skin underneath, then moves closer to undo his lover's shirt buttons. He planted a light kiss on every new patch of pale skin that is revealed as his fingers traveled down. Then he moved over to straddle the man's lap and Sherlock grunted before letting out a soft huff again. John grinned and kissed those plump lips, his hands moving down to either side of Sherlock's bulging tum and rubbing slow circles, feeling the mass shift slightly under his motions. Sherlock whimpered slightly into their kiss and John responded with a pleased hum of his own, then he sat back and gave the detective's belly his full attention.

His hands began to press into his husband's bloated stomach with more precision, rubbing smoothly around it but then focusing on tight spots. He rubbed and stroked, massaged to help soothe aches or cramps and to aide digestion. Sherlock groaned and burped gently once or twice, looking entirely in bliss as John continued his work. The doctor smiled and changed his position. Sherlock made a soft noise that might have been a whine as John moved off him, but that quickly became a moan as he felt a hot wet mouth pressing against his skin. Sherlock groaned loudly as John kissed and mouthed his way to the man's navel. the doctor then did some very creative things with his tongue as his hands continued to rub and caress at the detective's fattened and bloated belly.

"Ah-oh, oh God, John. You're amazing," he huffed, arching his back and pressing his overfull belly further into John's care.

"You're pretty incredible yourself, love," John replied, smiling and perching his head on the man's belly before nuzzling into it. "Mm..."

Sherlock smiled dazedly and let his hand move down to settle in his doctor's hair. John heard a small gurgling rumble from Sherlock's tummy. The detective belched shortly after and John chuckled, pressing a kiss to the pale overfull gut, settling down to use it as a pillow.

"Comfortable?" rumbled Sherlock lazily.

"Definitely," murmured John, continuing to trace small patterns over the skin as he closed his eyes for a bit of a doze. He jumped as he felt something on his own middle, but then smiled as he recognized his lover's long fingers. He giggled and shifted a bit as Sherlock brushed a ticklish spot. Sherlock chuckled, his belly bouncing softly under John's head. Then the detective slowed his motions and made them more purposeful to avoid too much tickling. John sighed, his tummy expanding warmly into his lover's palm. Sherlock squeezed and then it was John's turn to groan. Tummies, especially with a bit extra, were really quite a lot of fun.

Day 30: Sexy Times

John woke the next morning to the sun filtering in from the doorway. He grunted, shifting slightly under the covers. Everything felt so very warm. He'd been having the most wonderful dream...

His eyes flicked open, however, and a smirk crept onto his lips. Why dream when you could have the real thing? He turned over carefully, eyes tracing over his lover. His dark curls lay in a tangled mess on the pillow, eyelashes and cheeks perfectly still as he breathed slowly and deeply. John shifted closer still, a hand finding his husband's waist beneath the covers, then sliding down to rest on a round little belly that slowly expanded and contracted under his fingers. The man's shirt had ridden up in his sleep so there was warm smooth skin to explore where it bulged out over his pants. So soft. John began rubbing slow circles over the flesh. Sherlock's breath caught in his sleep, becoming a deep inhale. His mouth fell open, head lolling back as he pushed into his doctor.

"Huh-John..." he murmured, a small smile quirking his lips.

"Mmhm, morning, Gorgeous," John answered, pressing himself up against Sherlock even further, his tummy slotting into the dip of Sherlock's spine and pressing his groin against a round cushy bum. Sherlock grunted, his lips parting again, then his eyes fluttered lazily open.

"Oh," he rumbled, pupils dark, smile becoming even wider as he turned himself over to press into John in kind. John grunted as he felt the beginnings of an erection rub into his own. Then the detective's cushy belly pressed against John's and the doctor felt his need triple. He reached down to grope at his husband's bum.

"Hah! Good morning to you too," John panted, shifting and trying to rub his whole body up against his lover as he pulled him closer by the hips.

"Hmm... no clothes," growled Sherlock, tugging at John's shirt and then his own. The detective then pressed himself even harder against John, seeking the man's lips and kissing him heatedly. John groaned, his hands coming up to squeeze at Sherlock's waist, feel the slide of healthy layers of flesh and skin over the man's ribs. He couldn't even really feel those anymore. Sherlock cheekily took the opportunity to slip both hands down the back of John's pants, squeezing and rubbing as he pulled the briefs down. He hummed in approval, hands coming around to Johns front and seeking his hot hard cock. The doctor groaned as Sherlock's hand closed around him and started working slowly, teasingly up and down his length. Plump cupid's bow lips kissed along John's jaw to reach his ear.

"What do you think, John?" he growled, his breath puffing against sandy hair, "Shall I suck you off? Hm? Or do you want to fuck me?"

"God!" grunted John, arching into Sherlock. He reached down, fingers digging into plump love handles to steady himself. "Ride me," he ordered gruffly a moment later, his dark blue eyes boring into Sherlock's paler ones. The detective smirked, wetting his lips.

"Mm, yes sir."

John pressed his mouth to Sherlock's again, kissing deeper and deeper until the man whimpered and fell back, John crouching over him now. The doctor threw back the covers and they both shivered at the sudden change in temperature. John pulled off Sherlock's pants, eyes tracing the curve of his husband's cock a moment before leaning over to rummage for the lube.

Sherlock hummed and let his knees fall open, one long pale hand moving down to pump himself lazily, hissing as he smoothed a thumb over the leaking head.

"Hah... John..." he breathed, then smirked as John looked over at him.

"You're unbelievable," growled John, moving back over to kiss the man again, lube now in hand, then he slid back between Sherlock's legs. The man watched him with hooded eyes as the doctor began rubbing the inside of Sherlock's thighs. Long legs twitched as toes curled.

"I had a dream about you like this," he murmured, eyes flicking up to Sherlock as he lubed up a finger and then dragged it slowly across his husband's hole.

"Hm? Do tell."

"You were spread out for me, just like this," said John, applying more lubricant. The puckered hole beneath his finger seemed to flutter. "Only this," he kissed his lover's round tummy, "Was even bigger. I think you'd just eaten... quite a lot."

"Ah, so like last night then?" purred Sherlock. He gave a soft gasp as John pressed his finger into him. The doctor smirked, and started stretching him, pushing more lube in. Sherlock huffed, his fingers twitching against the sheets.

"More than last night," John said, his voice low and gruff, "And you were still hungry."

"Mm, sounds like a good dream," hummed Sherlock, smirking and laying back lazily, his hands wandering up to stroke and rub at his own belly. "I must have been big."

"Huge. And then I fetched you more pasta. And then more again. And again," said John, grinning and curling his fingers, two of them now, to stimulate Sherlock's prostate.

"Yeessss!" Sherlock whimpered, arching his back, his belly rounding out just a bit more. He hummed as he settled down again, still panting. John watched as Sherlock inhaled, blowing out his tummy, making the skin stretch and expand just a bit more.

"Yeah, just like that," John murmured, still working his fingers in and out of his lover as he prepared him. He leaned forward to kiss Sherlock's belly, nibbling at the soft flesh around his navel. "Mmm..."

Sherlock was panting and groaning now, thrashing a bit against the bed, his imagination clearly going wild. John felt his own pulse quicken in response.

"R-ready?"

"Hah-yes-god yes, please John!"

"That's what I like to hear," said the doctor, moving up to kiss Sherlock again. Suddenly long, no longer quite slim, arms and legs were wrapped around him. Then they tumbled sideways, Sherlock now on top. The detective rumbled deep in his throat, John could swear he felt it reverberate into his own chest as his husband crushed his body down on top of the doctor's shorter one.

"Oh, God!" John panted, feeling all that weight, all that soft consulting detective pressing down on him, the round chubby belly pushing and squashing against his own. "Hnng!"

"Mmm, yes," purred Sherlock, kissing and nibbling along John's neck before pulling back. He found the lube again quickly, then slicked up John's length while the man grunted, his hips churning of their own accord. Sherlock squeezed his fist tighter and tighter until- No, suddenly he was gone. John whined, momentarily confused. Then suddenly Sherlock was back, straddling the doctor's stomach, one hand reached behind himself, taking John in hand and guiding him into his slick tight hole.

Sherlock shuddered, his fist on John's chest clenching as the head of John's cock breached him. John groaned wildly and did his best not to thrust up too soon. God, every time... every time!

Then Sherlock let out a long huff, a bit higher in pitch than usual as he sank down on John's length, feeling himself fill. John huffed in kind, eyes fluttering closed as he was enveloped in slick, tight heat. He felt Sherlock flutter around him, and gripped the man's love handles.

"Ah-alright?"

"Fuck! Move."

And Sherlock did. John moaned, thrusting up in kind, up into that plush, luxurious arse that seemed to jiggle with every push. John felt another rush of arousal as he looked up to see Sherlock's belly bouncing along with the man's movements as he rode John's cock. Sherlock had his head thrown back as he rocked forwards and back, his hips working smoothly under the shifting flesh added to his frame.

"H-have to ask," the detective panted, still rocking against John even as he smirked down at him, "W-was this part oh-f the f-fantasy too?"

John grinned breathlessly back and let go of Sherlock's hips to grab and squeeze at his lover's belly instead. Sherlock positively moaned, his cheeks becoming tinged with pink.

"Yeah-yeah, your-your belly kept. Pressing ag-ag"

Sherlock seemed to have understood, because the next second he was groaning and pressing his middle up against John's belly as best he could without sliding off his cock. John cried out, swearing wildly, then tilted his hips to make the angle easier. They rutted together, hard and fast, Sherlock's cock trapped between both their soft bellies. John gave an extra thrust and squeeze of Sherlock's gut, then he felt the man clench around him and knew they were both gone for.

"J-John!"the detective bellowed, arching back, his limbs trembling as their stomachs were suddenly splattered with hot wetness.

"Shu-Sherl-ah! Hah! Fuck!" John's eyes were squeezed shut so tight he saw white as he felt his orgasm roil through him, ending in several pulses as he spilled into Sherlock.

"Oh-oh god..." he panted, eyes still closed. Sherlock groaned in reply and slumped down on top of him, John's spent penis slipping out of him, a dribble of cum and lubricant following after. They both laid there quietly, panting to get their breathing back to normal.

There was a low gurgling noise. John giggled.

"Shut up," grunted Sherlock, still refusing to move of his shorter lover.

John patted the man's side where his belly bulged out against his own.

"I think someone's hungry though."

"Physical exertions before breakfast do tend to have that effect," Sherlock informed him, though there was a warmth to melt the chill of his words.

John chuckled again, patting his lover's chub. "Well, come on then, I'll make us a scramble, yeah?"

"Hm, alright, although," the detective trailed off, then picked his head up to smile over at John. "Would it be too blasphemous to have pasta for breakfast? I find I have a... bit of a craving." His grin was suddenly positively wolfish.

John suddenly found himself quite breathless again, and it wasn't entirely to do with having a six foot detective draped over him.

"I-I think we can... bend the rules a bit," he said, wetting his lips.

"Hm, good," said Sherlock, pushing himself up to sit. He patted his stomach. "I find I'm rather hungry."

John smiled, watching as his husband walked off to the kitchen, stark-naked and fleshy form shifting with his gait. Thank God he'd taken that case all those months ago.