Adult-FanFiction.org : Cartoons

Huge Junior	By : Obstinatural Category: +G through L > The Loud House Views: 1914 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own the properties discussed in this fictional story, they are all owned by the creators of the Loud house. This is written for entertainment purposes only and any actions done by the characters are NOT condoned by the author.

Chapter List
- 2
- 3
- 4
Loan is going through a losing streak right now.
It would be a bit more apt to say that her last 22 years have been one long static losing streak. A never-ending conga line of humiliation and dissatisfaction. Her destiny was set at her conception, a tryst between her father (who is technically her uncle) and her mother (who is technically her aunt) when the two of them couldn’t even legally buy a handgun in Michigan. She shot out of her mother’s cooter and that trajectory was pointed towards a bottomless chasm, hurdling at speeds aided by the ample amount of kegel exercises Lori underwent in preparation for Loan’s birth. There seemed to be no rock-bottom for her to hit, every attempt to pick herself up fell apart as the sobering realization that she could sink even lower played itself out right before her eyes.
The only recompense in her life was that those around her had patience with her, but that only made disappointing them hurt that much more. Every light at the end of the tunnel is a train, every foothold she could find crumbled beneath her weight, every opportunity to better herself she squandered or simply disappeared in her hands.
She was like some kind of Anti-Midas, everything she touched turned to shit- or at least got grease all of it.
It was a glandular issue.
So, Loan turned inward and tried to live her life as unobtrusively as possible. She shied away at responsibility, and let herself become a living ghost. The only sounds that came out of her throat were meek mumbles and the occasional cup-ramen scented burp. Her footsteps became feeble stumbles as she skulked around the house. She had to sleep with a back brace on because she developed a bad case of scoliosis, and that back brace got her back all pimply because of all the sweat and dead skin cells marinating in there. Back in elementary school they called her "The Lump", and in middle school they called her "Loaf", in high school they combined the two monikers and called her "Lump the Loaf", and in art school they didn't really call her anything at all.
She ended up dropping out of art school after 1 year of floundering and poor attendance rates.
But then she started talking to a boy. He was really sweet and patient with her, and he tried to help guide her out of that hole she was in. And it worked! For once in her life she felt like a regular human being, someone who could hold a conversation or leave the house for longer than what it took to get to the mailbox in order to retrieve her anime figurines or credit card bills.
He was absolutely wonderful. He took her on dates, bought her wonderful presents, cooked her meals, and even lanced her saddle sores from riding her sybian for too long! He was basically an angel in the form of the hottest boy on the planet.
She knew him for a long time, 10 years now to be exact. And last year, on the ninth anniversary of the first time they met she asked him if he wanted to be her boyfriend.
And he said yes!
Things were going so well for her. She started showering regularly, flossing, she even stopped wearing the same clothes every single day.
But last month, like it always does, things started falling apart again.
Her boyfriend broke up with her, he had to leave to go support his mother at her new job as a five star chef at a fancy-shmancy restaurant at Great Lakes City. He thought it would be too much of a hassle to do something long distance, so he moved out of the house (the two of them were living together) and decided it would be the mature thing to do if they just “took a break”.
Loan could read the writing on the walls, it was over between the two of them.
So she sank. Her life getting back on the rails of the Depression Express. All those bad habits she broke she slipped back into without the support of the boy she grew dependent on.
Even her father was sick and tired of her, he skipped town in order to spend some time with someone else other than her. Possibly disgusted at the mere sight of her.
But, a thought bloomed in Loan’s chest. Something foreign to her: hope.
Maybe if she could prove herself as capable enough to support herself her man would come back!
A blonde haired young woman clad in soggy sweatpants peeked through the Venetian blinds to see if anyone was out on the streets. Sweat stung her eyes as she grunted under the weight of the black contractor-grade trash bag stuffed to the brim with waste and spoiled clothing. The street was clear, no Jehovah Witnesses waiting to strike or neighbors to ask her questions that she had no answer to like “You visit that new place that sells those Korean corndogs?” Or “How about this weather?”
Loan doesn’t even know that the Koreans have a special kind of corndog.
She took a deep breath as she placed her free hand on the doorknob.
And for one fleeting second she could feel the gentle weight of his hand on hers, that phantom caress giving her the strength she needed to open the door into the blinding light.
“AAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!” Loan screamed.
With frantic, pigeon-toed steps the woman sped towards the curb. Halfway through she faltered as she saw in the corner of her eye a car turning into the street. The hesitation broke her momentum and she froze. Unsure of what to do, she mustered all her strength and tossed the garbage bag towards the curb.
Thankfully, her genetic predisposition towards having muscular calves gave her just enough power for the bag to roll safely on the curb. She quickly gave an incredibly uncoordinated pirouette and sprinted back into the house.
“AAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!” Loan repeated.
She shut the door behind her and sank onto the floor. The sweat soaked jersey squelched against her skin, a cold and uncomfortable sensation.
After a few moments of labored breathing Loan fished her phone out of her pocket and wiped the sweat off the screen to be greeted with the face of the boy.
“Oh, BJ…” Loan croaked, she felt tears forming at the corners of her eyes but fought the urge to break down by forcing a shaky smile, “A-A-Are you proud of me?”
The phone displayed a photo of the two of them at his 9th birthday party that she set as her lock screen.
“Thanks.” Loan nodded at the phone and twirled her greasy hair around a finger, “I just wanted to make our… love nest a little bit more clean.”
The phone’s screen went out from inactivity and she quickly hammered the power button.
“What do you mean you wanna get it all dirty again!” Loan let out a hoarse giggle, “Bobby, I-I know we have the whole house to ourselves bu-“
Her phone vibrated and she quickly read the notification advertising for a medium sized pepperoni pizza for 6.99.
Loan tilted her head and mumbled, “B-Bobby, pizza does sound really good right now, but what if the pizza delivery person wants to deliver it in person?”
Her hand moved by itself and she undid her lockscreen and opened up a handy app she installed a couple years back called “Personal Massager FREE VERSION”.
“O-okay, I’ll be a good girl for you but I’m really sensitive right now so if we could take it slo-“
“Tired of haggling with car dealerships to find a fair price? Visit SkippyMotors dot com to Skip the hass-“
Loan quickly skipped the ad and her phone started vibrating. With a jolt she rammed one of the corners of the phone right onto her pussy, pressing it against her clitoris. The sudden sensation caused her to gasp in pleasure.
“Oh, gosh!” Loan panted out, she bit her lip as she tried her hardest not to orgasam before Bobby gave her permission.
Her phone was starting to heat up in her hand, and soon it found itself rooting inside of her sweatpants.
Loan stopped the movement with a whine, “B-Bobby! I haven’t showered for a while, I think we should jus-“
A free hand greedily wrenched down her sweatpants and panties, the folded up elastic bands digging into her plump thighs. Loan’s legs parted and the heat of her body started to fill the room, the cold air conditioning catching the glistening beads of sweat and juices that streaked down from her inflamed pussy started their descent from the hefty mound of pubes and left small black specs on the floor.
Her moans increased in intensity as the back of the vibrating phone started to run up and down her slit, the smooth bevels of her phone camera as they gently caressed her engorged clitoris brought her closer to climax. She felt a finger lightly tracing and kneading her pulsating asshole, the untamed mess of hair that crowned her starfish slicked down from the almost frothy white liquid that seeped from her slit.
“Q-quit teasing me, Bobby!” She panted out, “Literally just stick it i-“
Two fingers quickly started their assault on Loan’s butthole. Her breath caught in her throat as the sensation of intense pleasure of her wanting hole being penetrated viscously by the naughty fingers. Her nostrils flared right before she teetered over the edge, the phones battery almost threatening to render her unmentionables medium-rare.
“BOOOOOOBBY!” Loan screamed, her eyes dilated as she limply fell to the floor.
Her mind started spinning as she laid out, spread-eagle on the floor. Intense bliss assailed her every sense. The blonde haired woman’s eyes were wide open in shock as her chest heaved in and out underneath the now completely soaked sweater. With a squelch the two fingers slid out of her asshole and she wiped them idly on the front of her shirt.
After a good 3 minutes of almost catatonic bliss Loan slowly brought her phone up to her face in order to be greeted with the blissful smile of her paramour.
But to her dismay the phone wouldn’t turn on, instead flashing a warning that the phone had overheated. Loan’s blood ran cold as ice.
“B-Bobby?” She hammered the power button to no avail, “Bobby!?”
Fear and panic overrode her senses and she leapt up to her feet, desperate to get her phone to a charging port. She could only take a single step before she was tripped by the sweatpants that tied up her feet at the ankle. In slow motion her fell, luckily she caught herself with two hands and only managed to lightly rock her noggin on the wooden plans of the first step of the stairs.
Tears welled in her eyes and she quickly tried in vain to catch another glimpse of her beloved, only to be greeted with a black mirror that showed her just how pathetic she was.
She slowly got up and with a sniffling nose she pulled her pants back up to slowly skulk up the stairs. But with each step she couldn’t help but grace a look at the family portraits that adorned the wall leading up the second floor. Her smiling family looked down at her.
At the top of the stairs she was greeted again with the same photo of Bobby at his 9th birthday, this photo uncropped revealing the rest of the frame. To his side was her and his sister, and around them were all the members of the family. All of them were smiling, even Loan. She could barely recognize the blonde woman in the photo, her hair was conditioned and she even had some eyeshadow on. Her mom talked her into wearing a dark blue cardigan over a white V-neck and a pair of denim shorts.
She took a deep breath.
She wanted to be that woman again, the one standing at the side of Bobby Jr. Albert Lazarro Loud-Santiago.
Loan found herself in the bathroom and squinted her eyes at the pathetic creature in front of her.
“Bobby. Doesn’t. Like. STINKY. GIRLS!” Loan shouted through grit teeth.
That wasn’t exactly true, of course. Reina only told her that in order to trick her into showering at least once every two days. But Loan is a pretty impressionable person.
The woman ripped off her clothes in a flurry and started the shower. With a newfound determination she slammed open the medicine cabinet and retrieved her tools. Holding a 5-bladed razor between her teeth she sprayed out white shaving cream with reckless abandon on her pubes, leg hair, and armpit hair. She started her work and soon her body was as smooth as it was the day she was born.
With a nod of approval she congratulated herself for not knicking anything and having to call her mom from a business meeting to kiss her boo-boos. The thought of feeling her mothers embrace, or any kind of human touch almost distracted Loan for a moment. But before she broke and retrieved her trusty shower vibrator from underneath the sink, she leapt into the shower.
The almost unbearable heat of the shower head was like the fires of a crucible, burning away any desire other than to be the perfect partner for her Bobby.
After some trepidation she ultimately settled on the first of the products both Auntie Leni and Lola have given her over the years and applied a pre-treatment conditioner in order to tame her unruly locks. She worked her skin hard with an exfoliating body wash. The terry cloth towel digging into her body like sandpaper, eroding away at the filth that settled between the gentle fold of her body.
She was almost done before she heard it.
A rustling coming from inside the bathroom, barely audible over the roar of the shower.
“H-Hello?” Loan asked, the fear of an intruder overwriting the past ten minutes of zealous self-care.
The rustling stopped and she could see the faint shadow of some thing looming before her on the white shadow of the shower curtain.
Loan screamed, “AAAAAHHH-”
The shower curtain parted a bit to reveal a tiny brown-haired baby giving her a tiny wave.
“L-Lulu?” Loan gripped her chest and blinked away the sting of the conditioner running through her eyes, “What are you doing here?”
The baby tilted her head and lifted her other arm up to reveal a colorful mass of see-through blue plastic that writhed and whirled in the wind.
“Th-that’s not a toy, Lulu!” Loan scrambled forward to gingerly take away her shower vibrator from the baby’s hands, only for it to slip out of the grip of her conditioner-soaked hands.
The baby nodded and sucked on her pacifier once and lightly banged the plastic penis onto the edge porcelain bathtub. Loan’s panic only rose as the baby disappeared from the shower curtain and the woman quickly turned the shower off to chase after her.
“Lulu! You can’t play with that toy! I-It’s not for babies!” Loan called out to an almost quiet household.
She stood naked in the hallway, the only sounds heard was the sound of water from her body dripping down on the floor and a slow and persistent hum from something vibrating in the distance.
Hugh Jr. idly brought out a spare tablet from his tyke-sized messenger bag and held it aloft in the air while Lupa went on about her school week. His expression was a bit flustered as he tried in vain to secure a signal from the satellite surveillance feed.
“-And then that stupid horse-faced bitch had the audacity to talk shit about how I wear the same hoodie every single goddamn day! Like I don’t look good as fuck in it!” Lupa gestured down to her torso only to remember that her favorite hoodie was currently floating in Hugh’s pool.
“FUCK!” Lupa pinched the bridge of her nose and hissed, “I knew I shoulda shoplifted more of them back when they were in stock…”
Hugh noted Lupa’s displeasure with a small nod, but thought it was a bit odd that she would lie about stealing her trademark hoodie when he was pretty sure he was present when Auntie Leni and Aunt Luna took them out for clothes shopping the last time they visited the Hazeltucky Outlet Mall. But, perhaps his memory was failing him.
“I have a spare jacket if that would make you feel more comfortable,” Hugh used his free hand to retrieve a lab coat from his bag, still sealed in a plastic bag, “It may not fit your sensibilities, but I think it would look quite fresh when paired with that gas mask.”
Lupa rolled her eyes and snatched the coat out from Hugh’s hand to casually toss it over her shoulder until she noticed that the coat in question was black, she quickly tore the plastic off and let the wind carry the trash away.
“Oh, this looks wicked as fuck!” She quickly threw the jacket on and found that the sizing made it fit a bit snug, “I bet I look badass right now!”
Hugh Jr. looked up from his tablet and to see Lupa striking a “cool” pose against a large green electrical utility box that flanked the sidewalk. He quickly nodded his head with blushed cheeks and decided to utilize the camera on his tablet to document the moment.
“Quite! You look like the very picture of rebellion!” Hugh spoke fast as he snapped a couple photos, “Do you mind if I set this as the background of my tablet?”
Lupa’s cheeks immediately turned red and she shifted instanously to a more guarded stance.
“What!? No pictures!” She grumbled through gritted teeth, her voice faltered a bit as she struggled to fight the urge to deck him in the face, “I get enough of that shit from mom and dad!”
Hugh caught himself with a start and nodded, “I’m sorry Lupa! I-I am deleting the photos right now!” He turned the tablet towards Lupa as he frantically tried to delete them from his own personal cloud drive, “I should know better to disrespect your privacy like that! I sincerely apologize.”
“Well…” Lupa took a deep breath through her nose and released a breath before she started walking again with her hands shoved in her pockets, “I don’t mind if you keep the first one, I do look pretty badass in it. Just like-“
Lupa stopped and stooped down low as she tried to muster up the courage to be a mushy loser.
Hugh stopped and timidly let his arms fall to his side, awaiting whatever rebuking Lupa had in store for him.
Lupa slowly withdrew her fists from the lab coat and clenched them before turning around and walking right up to Hugh’s face.
“Listen. If you’re gonna be my boyfriend we’re gonna have some fuckin’ rules, OKAY?”
Hugh nodded at Lupa’s squinted eyes, she continued to talk with her face contorted into a snarl.
“First Rule: no mushy gushy bullshit. I don’t like PDA so if you wanna hold hands or whatever lame-ass baby bullshit you wanna do then you are gonna have to hold your own goddamn hand, you have two of them.”
Hugh’s eyebrows raised at that and he quickly snapped to attention after realizing that Lupa was trying to teach him the rules of their relationship. Lupa pursed her lips at his reaction and nodded, seemingly satisfied.
She shoved her fists back into her pocket and looked to the side, “And two: I’m not some fucking slut like my bitch of a mom. I’m not just gonna put out just because you’re nice to me or whatever. I’ve been burned before, and it’s not gonna happen again. So if you’re just looking to score just fucking-“ Lupa shut her eyes and spat out, “Tell me now so we don’t both waste our time.”
Hugh tilted his head and considered her words carefully. He felt a bit unsure about the context of her words, as he was pretty sure Lupa was referring to sexual activities. Which is kinda odd to Hugh seeing as he only found out today that she liked-liked him.
“No,” Hugh spoke slowly, “I would like to assure you that my feelings towards you aren’t rooted in some urge to… uh… score with you. I honestly do not really know too much about physical intimacy beyond anything other than platonic relationships, but I will undergo some research during my Free Time to study up and hopefully not disappoint you any further with any undue misunderstandings rooted in my ignorance on the subject.”
“Why do you have t-“ Lupa’s eyes shot opened and she clicked her tongue in annoyance before getting into Hugh’s face again, “So, are you okay with us waiting a bit? Or is this some kind of experiment to you or some shit?”
“No.” Hugh shook his head and adjusted his glasses, “I’d like to think of you as my partner in this endeavor. I have feelings for you too. Feelings that I would like to understand plainly. E-even before your admission that you like-liked me I have always been quite fond of you, Lupa. I was always worried that you thought of me as a bother, and perhaps a bit annoying so that’s why I have made myself scarce this school year. I did not want to interrupt your studies now that you are in middle school.”
Lupa quickly turned around and hid her blushing cheeks. Feelings of love and acceptance bloomed in her heart and clashed against the urge to upchuck from how disgustingly lame this whole conversation was. She kinda wanted to kiss him on stupid confident smile, but she also wanted to puke and then drown Hugh in the puddle for making her feel like this in the first place.
“You can be a real annoying little dork sometimes, Hugh…” Lupa centered herself with a deep breath and turned around, “Rule number 3: I don’t give a fuck about studies or homework or your lame-ass little experiments. If I’m gonna be your girlfriend I’m not gonna be around just when it’s convenient for you. I don’t need you locked up in your stupid little study typing up gay-ass books or in your studio drawing incredibly homoerotic little pictures of men in spandex like my mom and dad,” she shoved an index finger into his chest, “I get that you need alone time, me too, but I want to be around you and shit!”
Hugh Jr. took Lupa’s hand and she felt her body go limp at his touch. He met her at eye level and gave her a nod before gently taking her hand to his and shaking it.
“Agreed, I do not mind having you around at the slightest. Even if I am in the middle of something, I don’t want you to worry about distracting me or anything-“ he quickly withdrew his hands as his cheeks heated up in sync with hers to scratch the back of his head, “My mother also has the tendency to be enraptured in her work, which I understand perfectly. She is striving for a better tomorrow. The things I do will always pale in comparison to the scale in her accomplishments, I know this already. Sometimes I have the inkling that I only tinker and invent to keep myself busy, but I would much rather have you to keep me busy than the little baubles I spend my time making…”
Lupa couldn’t help but raise her eyebrow, “Oh, so you wanna get busy?”
Hugh held up his arms and quickly shook his head, “Not at the moment! We are in public and Rule Number 1 dictates that we are to refrain from public displa-“
Lupa flicked Hugh’s nose and turned around to start walking, “I was fucking with you, Hugh. Get used to it.”
Hugh took a moment and followed her, “So, am I correct in my assumption that I am your boyfriend now?”
Lupa walked in silence and shoved her hands into her coat pockets, “Yep. So I better not catch you locking lips with any other skank. Unlike our freak parents, I’m monogamous. I’m cool with throwing it out there if it’s, like, a couples activity. But no weird fucked up harems. That much feelings would make me wanna puke…”
That caused Hugh to pause for a second. His mother instilled the teachings of free-love and polyamory at a young age in order to ensure that Hugh didn’t end up with some kind of weird complex with the fact that his parents had about 2 dozen partners. He always filed that information away into the back of his mind to sort out when he was older, but Hugh supposed that now was the time to really think about stuff like that.
“I think I would like that, it sounds delightful!” Hugh followed Lupa and walked at her side, his voice had a tinge of wonder to it, “Just me and you, no other distractions. Or at least, no other romantic entanglements. Sometimes, I have the fear that our parents openly seek out chaos in order to distract them from pressing issues,” he again brought out the tablet and checked the satellite to no avail, he thought about checking the on-board diagnostics but decided to just stow it away, “But I am glad to hear that I am not alone in that sentiment. I look up to our parents quite a lot, but feel as though sometimes they make bad decisions.”
The sounds of sirens pierced through the streets as about a dozen police cars and first responder vehicles sped past them towards the direction they were walking from. Lupa held up a middle finger at the cops, knowing full well they were too distracted by whatever dumb bullshit they were up to to notice.
“Yep. Mom and dad are dumbasses 99 percent of the time, the other 1 percent is when they are fucking dumbasses. I’m not gonna tell you to stop tongue-fucking your mom’s shit-cutter like the little brown-nose you are when it comes to her, but yeah Aunt Lisa may be really good at using a calculator but she can make some really dumb decisions.”
A large burning pile of debris fell from the sky, the sonic-boom rattling the windows of the house. The two of them looked up and watched its rapid descent into the west, a small boom in the distance was heard.
“I wonder what that was!” Hugh exclaimed, he quickly pulled out his tablet to check the satellites only to remember they were down, “Hm. The GPS satellite is down and something large fell from the sky, Mother is always going on about Occam’s Raz-“
Lupa stomped her foot on the ground and turned around to slap the tablet down from Hugh’s face, “Seriously? Last time I checked I was your girlfriend not your fucking mom!”
Hugh’s eyebrows raised at the vulnerability disguised in Lupa’s tone and he quickly stowed the tablet into his bag, “Right, I will refrain from mentioning Mother as often as I do. That must be fairly annoying.”
Lupa was actually expecting an argument about that since Hugh’s one character trait besides being a dork was him being a momma’s boy, but instead she was pleasantly surprised. He really has grown up since the last time they talked, not that she was counting or anything. She quickly looked down and to flash herself a smile, ignoring the bent mailbox and tire marks that adorned the sidewalk at her feet.
“Good,” Lupa nodded as sirens blared in the distance, “Who gives a shit about the satellite anyways? That thing’s creepy and it’s probably some weird fetish thing for your mom.”
The white haired girl withdrew a fist from her coat and hiked her thumb towards a red door to her left, the sounds of high-pitched panicking and furniture clanging around filling the afternoon air with noise.
“It looks like Lulu is still in there,” Lupa walked over to the front door of the almost half-a-century old house, “Hurry up before we miss the show.”
Hugh Jr. smiled and trailed behind Lupa, too excited from the prospect of seeing Cousin Loan and his sister interacting with each other in a closed environment to bother stepping over food waste, dirty clothes, and scraps of black plastic that speckled the lawn.
- 2
- 3
- 4
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Huge Junior