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envihellbender · 1 year

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Logan is far too busy to use his invitation to New York’s fat gentleman’s club, but is furious when he finds out Connor/Kendall are using it in his stead.

Characters: Kendall Roy, Logan Roy (Succession), Ulrich (OC - mentioned)

Content: obese Kendall, obese Logan, extreme obesity, sexual harassment reference, sexual assault reference, feedee/feeder, immobile blob, rich fatties

Kendall waddled into Logan Roy’s office awkwardly, his chest heaving with every step as he used his cane to stead himself. He knew something was wrong, but he had no idea what it could possibly be. His father simply watched him as he entered, his eyes boring into him as he lowered himself awkwardly into the chair opposite his dad’s desk, leaning on his cane and wheezing as he did so. The seating in his dad’s office were specifically made for people bigger than Kendall but he still found the arms dug into his plentiful thighs. He attempted to shuffle, feeling his shirt and trousers straining against his adipose and the chair beneath him protesting. He felt his cheeks burn in embarrassment as his father stared at him, slouched and with one bloated hand in front of his face. Logan was a few hundred pounds heavier than Kendall, reclining in his fat like it was a throne. His thick eyebrows were furrowed, contorting his bloated cheeks strangely around his eyes as his plump lips formed a scowl.

“Dad. Why am I-” Kendall began visibly confused by the angry silence.

“So. Where did you go last night?” Logan interrupted. Kendall frowned in confusion taking a moment to reply.

“What do you- I don’t know- went out for a few drinks. Nothing special.”

“Oh? Where did you go?” Logan pressed further. Kendall knew he was onto something he couldn’t figure out what.

“Just you know… Dad, why are you-”

“Didn’t happen to visit a certain Gentlemen’s Club?” The moment Logan finished his sentence dawning comprehension filled Kendall’s bloated face. He cleared his throat as he avoided looking at his father.

“I- Why would you-” He stammered awkwardly before he was loudly interrupted.

“I had a phone call this morning. From Ulrich. You know. The owner.” Logan stared as his son, waiting for an argument or explanation. Kendall stared at his swollen knees, he was too anxious and embarrassed to say anything and he found himself suddenly unable to breathe. “Nothing you wanna say? Fine. He’s not happy with how you’ve been groping one of his favourite pets. Which… I always had Roman pegged as the faggot.”

“I didn’t- I haven’t been-” Kendall stammered before clearing his throat. “Ulrich’s made a mistake I haven’t touched, Kit.”

“On a first name basis with the merchandise, huh?” Logan pointed out, causing Kendall to give a sharp intake of breath. Stupid mistake, he thought.

“I… I just- it’s not what you think.” Kendall leant on his cane to push himself forward slightly, hunching over his gigantic shoulders and pushing his fat neck roll forward.

“Personally I don’t care if you’ve been bending the bastard over the table and slamming your chubby little cock into him.” The vulgarity of Logan’s speech usually didn’t throw Kendall in the slightest, but right now it caused his chest to tighten in humiliation. “But you’ve been using my fucking name, my fucking membership, to get in. That’s when it becomes a fucking problem.”

“I- well I couldn’t- couldn’t get one for myself and-” Kendall said in quiet panic. He hated how he did this, outside of this room he felt far more confident. His father had a way of making him feel like a pathetic, useless child.

“Fuck off,” Logan snapped gruffly. “I don’t care. You’re using my name to Lord over some fag and pissing off a good friend of mine.”

“Since when is Ulrich your friend?” Kendall pressed in confusion. The only reason he assumed he’d get with it was precisely because of Ulrich’s fraught relationship with Logan.

“Not the fucking point, Kendall.” Logan shook his head and sighed in irritation. “Christ, look in your own fucking time I don’t care if you’re buying pretty boy hookers and snorting coke off their dicks. Just don’t use my fucking membership, name, and reputation to do it. Understand?”

“Loud and clear, dad,” Kendall mumbled with a nod. He pushed himself up off the chair with his cane as support.

“Good. Because next time I’ll offer you up to fucking Ulrich as an apology.” Logan’s threat hung in the air and Kendall tried not to fixate on it too much. He honestly had no idea if his words were empty or not, and he found the loud footsteps his girth made as the glass door shook in its pane far more grounding and rewarding.

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