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bulletproofscales · 4 days

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A New Flavor

Soft, tubby Omega Jungkook is tired of how Alphas treat him. He wants to be doted on, not owned. For some reason, Alphas see the curvy boy and think it's their right to sink their teeth in and take a bite. Jungkook is so fed up, he's thinking of swearing off Alphas for good.

He complains to his best friend Jimin after every sour date. Is it so hard to consider that an Omega might want more from a hookup? More than the same hard, fast brutal pace that every rut-crazed Alpha gives, overly eager to pop a knot with such a soft, pretty thing underneath them. Only focused on themselves with brutal hands grabbing soft pudge, greedy and taking rather than ever considering giving.

Jungkook is over it.

Jimin understands so well. He snuggles Jungkook and massages through his dark curls as the Omega whines and pouts. The Beta's scent is inoffensive to Jungkook's sensitive nose. Soft sun-soaked linen in spring, not the deep overpowering musks and dominating spices that radiate off of Alphas and make Jungkook want to sneeze.

"I'm over it for good, hyung!" Jungkook whines for the millionth time, snuggling into Jimin's comforting sweetness, "why can't Alphas just be... better."

Jimin snorts in agreement. He's been through his fair share. Jungkook whines for help again, sulky and at wits end.

"Koo, have you ever considered trying a Beta? I can assure you that my experience has been quite the opposite. We have to work harder to pleasure, you know? We don't have all of those pheromones and whatnot to do the heavy lifting for us."

Jungkook sits up as the words sink in, now keenly aware that he's plopped in Jimin's lap.

"I-"

Jimin quirks a brow, and Jungkook squeaks.

"Hyung, are you flirting with me?"

Jimin shrugs playfully, but his hands resting on Jungkook's soft hips give a little squeeze. "Only if you're wanting me to. I was just proposing a solution to your problem, not saying it has to be me."

Jungkook purses his lips, thinking. Jimin... might be right. "It's good advice..." he mumbles. He's never really considered Betas an option before, and he really takes a moment to study Jimin's face. It's one that he's known from countless years of friendship. Soft, full lips. Curved almond eyes that crinkle with Jimin's smile. Gentle slopes rather than the sharp angles and harsh lines characteristic of Alphas. Warm. Safe.

"You're staring at me." Jimin chuckles, "is there something on my face?"

Jungkook shakes his head no, full cheeks feeling warm. He gulps. "Is that, um... are you offering?"

Jimin blanches, all of his playful flirtation so present in their friendship fizzled away the second it becomes real.

"Koo, I wasn't trying to come onto you or anything, especially when you're vulnerable- Just- I was just trying to make you feel better-"

Jungkook can't help but smile. Jimin is always so sweet. "No, Minie, you make a valid point. As you say... I haven't tried a Beta. It might be just what I need... A new flavor, so to speak." Something switches in Jungkook's mind, a shift in their dynamic. Sitting on Jimin's lap like this, perched over him with his soft tummy and chest pressed against Jimin's lean one... Jungkook suddenly feels so pretty. So soft and powerful at the same time.

"Would you like to, hyung?" He leans in, caging Jimin with his elbows sinking into the back of the couch. Jimin's cheeks are staining with color as Jungkook's confidence increases by the minute.

"L-like to what?"

"Try an Omega..." Jungkook all but purrs, nose brushing Jimin's.

"Baby, please-" Jimin's affectionate nickname has never felt so charged as it does falling off of his lips with a soft exhale. "We would need to talk it through first. So you feel safe."

"I am safe with you, hyung." Jungkook nuzzles against Jimin's warm cheek, now completely draped over him.

"Our friendship-" Jimin's voice sounds like he's hanging onto the last thread of rationale.

"...doesn't have to change." Jungkook smiles and presses a kiss to Jimin's temple. "You can still be my best friend... just with benefits."

Jimin swears, fingers digging into Jungkook's thighs.

"Come on-" Jungkook goads, lips at Jimin's ear as his fingers slide into his hair. "Prove it, hyung. Show me how hard Betas work to give pleasure. Show me what I'm missing out on."

Jimin's will is crumbling. Jungkook can feel it breaking underneath his hands. He knows just what to ask, Jimin has always been affectionate with his compliments on Jungkook's soft, chubby appearance.

"Don't you find me pretty, hyung?"

Jimin's hands slide up Jungkook's back underneath his sweater. His touch is so light and delicate, so opposite to what Jungkook is used to. "You know I do, Koo."

Jungkook smiles like he's won. "Then make me feel pretty."

Jungkook was expecting what any Alpha would do. Flip him over onto his back and grope him. He wasn't expecting fingertips to trace down his spine. For the touch of warm lips against his soft jaw like butterfly wings, kissing his skin just for the sake of leaving behind little tingles. For Jimin's other hand to pet the nape of his neck and tilt his head to the side reverently. For slow touches that are simply to trace over his shape in admiration, not asking for anything in return.

Jungkook suddenly feels in unfamiliar territory.

Jimin gives in.

"You've never really been enjoyed, have you, baby? Used, yes. But not savored... nice and slow." Jimin's breath is warm against Jungkook's skin, and the whispers send heat into his belly. Jimin is warming him up degree by degree, so different than being thrown into the heat like he's been all his life. Jimin's Beta purr is muted and unthreatening, unlike the overpowering growl of Alphas. It's comforting like the rest of him.

Jimin's lips dust across his neck, like Jungkook is precious. "I'll treat you with the gentleness and adoration you deserve."

Jungkook shivers. This is exactly what he was missing out on. He just didn't know that it was within his grasp this whole time.

"I'll take good care of you, Koo."

#🥺😭💜💜💜💜

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bulletproofscales · 4 days

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If you take requests, maybe Jungkook wants to get fatter so he asks obese Namjoon for advice? And he helps him grow even fatter than him and they’re super into each other but scared to let each other know cause they’ve been only friends for so long… >_<

Anonie I LOVE YOUR BRAIN

pls DM me so we can be friends PLS <333

~~~~~~~

Jungkook didn't even know who he could go to about his new... desire.

He looks down and nibbles on his lip. The fabric of his shirt is pulled tightly around the soft, thick swell of chub that is now his middle. A round, plump belly bulges up and out of his jeans and begs to droop down over the tight waistline. Jungkook tentatively brings his trembling hands to his tummy and gently pushes in his fingers. They sink deeply into the supple padding that's heavily rounding him out. An embarrassing sound slips out of him as he watches his belly pudge out around the deep dimples where his fingers slowly rub in. Something about the soft fluff in his hands is so addicting...

Jungkook whimpers in the safety of his room as he sits on his bed and squeezes his hands to feel the chub thickening inside of him.

He had been eating more than normal, that much he knew. It was a combination of exhaustion from work and growing cravings that led him to collapse onto his couch every night and lazily order food while he relaxed. Anything that he could get quick and easy for delivery in the city sufficed. Fried rice and sticky sweet orange chicken. So much pizza. Southern pork and creamy mashed potatoes. Butter chicken and fresh, fluffy naan bread. American burgers and fries. Crispy, delicious soondae sausages and spicy tteokbokki. Greasy Döner kebabs. Stuffed tacos and fajitas. Loaded nachos. Creamy, cheesy pasta. So many different cuisines and oversized meals fit for two every night. Jungkook had gobbled it all down. And he usually followed it with multiple scoops of ice cream while mindlessly watching television.

Now that Jungkook thinks about it. He's eaten a lot. No wonder he's gotten so fat. Jungkook was always on the thicker side, even as a kid. He teetered the line of chubby for so long, that Jungkook had long ago accepted his soft, wide body as part of who he was. But he's always been strong to balance it out. He exercises. He loves exercising! It's just... he hasn't had time, for a few months now? Has it really been that long?

Jungkook experimentally squeezes his thighs which used to be thick and meaty. They squish heavily under his hands, feeling warm and fluffy, just like his middle. He crosses his arms to assess his biceps and they're the same. Fluffy teddy bear arms.

Jungkook's cheeks heat up with something similar to embarrassment, but borderline yummy and warm. He didn't realize that all of his muscle had melted away and was slowly replaced with chub and thick, pudgy padding.

He's filled out so much. Jungkook's eyes flick back down to his belly, unable to stay away from such a pretty sight. His middle is pushed out round and soft, despite Jungkook's hunger. The bloated-looking curve of his tummy bulges into a lush pool of fat that is so, so close to settling in his lap... Jungkook leans forward an inch and all of the heft spills forwards, resting on his round thighs. Jungkook whines again and admires the warmth sitting fattened in his lap. It's so comforting. So addicting. His hands gently pet down the swell and he experimentally pinches the plump roll at the bottom, curious about how many pounds of chub are really sitting inside of his belly. It must be even more than he thinks? There's just... so much of him filling his own hands. So much soft skin. So much weight.

Fuck- Jungkook is so soft. He feels so pudgy and round and so fucking... good. Jungkook feels so good.

Jungkook's cock is already borderline fully-hard, and the fact that it's pushing up into the weighty bottom of his belly just keeps the blood flowing down and accelerating the problem.

Jungkook needs advice, and there's only one person that he could turn to. There's only one person that he knows who likes getting fat.

Jungkook needs Namjoon-hyung. He needs to tell him everything.

~~~

"Oh, Jungkookie- my sweet little Piggy~"

Jungkook blushes hard at the name. He needs to circle back to that, but Namjoon is still talking, opening up an app on his phone. Of course Namjoon was the right person to talk to about this. His hyung has been gaining on purpose for years, now approaching 400 pounds. He would know what to do. Namjoon has always been a good listener. They're sitting on the couch together, and like always, Jungkook sinks into Namjoon's huge side from his massive hyung being so heavy. Jungkook pants slightly from pouring out everything about how he feels, about how he likes the weight. Being squished into Namjoon's own bulk isn't really making it any better. Or maybe it is. Maybe it's making it a lot better...

"Let me introduce you to the gateway drug for fattening up your cute little starter-kit belly." Namjoon's big thick hand moves to rest right on the swell of Jungkook's middle and he pats him, just like Jungkook is a chubby puppy begging for scraps.

Jungkook bites down on his lip to keep himself from whining. He squeezes his thighs tightly but it does little good. His belly gives a soft, plump jiggle underneath Namjoon's paw-like hand, and the older gauges his reaction just to grin at him. "Look at you! So adorable. Trying not to cum just from a little tummy praise- You're going to be such a good fatty, Jungkookie. It's good you came to hyung. I can help you grow." Namjoon's sausage fingers pat Jungkook's belly again as he grins at him, and Jungkook whines in protest. His chubby cheeks heat up even more, threatening to catch fire as pleasure blooms in the pit of his stomach.

"Hyung!--"

The older cackles, but he leaves his fat hand resting on Jungkook's middle. He gives the pudge a little squeeze and then begins rubbing slow circles. Jungkook wants to melt- it feels so good. His chub bulges out between Namjoon's fingers when he inhales, and it dimples deeply as it's rubbed, following his touch. Another little whine escapes him as he stares down at his belly being rubbed, transfixed. Namjoon thankfully is a good hyung, and he doesn't make fun of Jungkook for his embarrassment or for being so turned on by something as simple as a belly rub.

Namjoon draws Jungkook's attention back to his phone with a smile.

"This is my favorite restaurant. My secret weapon. I swear, you'll chub right up if you start eating here-"

Jungkook reads the name out loud, and his cheeks heat up all over again. "B-Belly Busters...?"

Namjoon snorts at the waver in his voice, and he gives Jungkook's tummy a gentle smack so he jiggles again. Jungkook is sure that he's just teasing him now. "That's right. The food is so fucking heavy and fattening that it'll bust your belly. I swear by this place. Hyung promises, you'll wake up feeling all yummy and thickened up in the morning if you fill up on this stuff-"

Jungkook curiously glances at the menu on Namjoon's phone, failing horribly to ignore the heat bubbling in him at the calorie count listed next to each item. "H-hyung, this is more than I should have in a week..."

Namjoon just grins at him, clearly so fucking pleased at sharing this gem of knowledge. "Hyung will help, Kookie. Your first stuffing is on me. Pick whatever you want for dinner. What do you want to fill your cute little belly with?" Jungkook turns back to the phone, blushing down his chest underneath his shirt by how Namjoon is talking so casually about all of this. About how gaining weight is like a hobby. Namjoon's large hand is still resting on his pudgy middle and slowly rubbing, and it makes Jungkook want to whimper again.

He adds the first thing he sees to the cart, a monsterous burger and fries, dripping with grease and sauce. It honestly looks like it might make his gut swell until he pops if he eats it all. The portions are massive. Namjoon nods in approval, then adds bacon to Jungkook's order. "An extra patty for you... And you'll want to add on the onion rings. You need one of these milkshakes too! They're so fucking delicious-"

Jungkook's eyes bulge as he sees the calorie count of just his milkshake, which is apparently a necessity. "W-what's in it to make it that high?" Namjoon just shrugs and adds a banana one for Jungkook, and a vanilla one for himself.

"Does it matter? It's delicious and creamy and so fucking fattening. You're gonna love it." Jungkook's mouth waters as he looks down at himself. He imagines those thousands of calories inside of his tummy. Waking up visibly fatter sounds like a dream.

"Okay." He gulps. His belly is so hot underneath Namjoon's hand. "Okay. I'm so in, hyung. I want to try this so badly."

Namjoon pets his other hand through Jungkook's hair and all but cooes as he places their order for delivery. Jungkook receives another belly pat like he's being praised for agreeing to eat up what Namjoon is going to feed him. Fuck-

He didn't even see what Namjoon ordered for himself, but somehow the bill rose to nearly the amount that Jungkook spends on his groceries for an entire week.

"We're going to stuff you tonight until you're pinned under your gut and mewling for belly rubs, Kookie. I can't wait to see how you feel. I hope you love it so much."

Jungkook's thighs squeeze again. Namjoon smiles at him with his doubled chins bulging and his eyes twinkling as he gropes Jungkook's soft belly. It makes him feel like Namjoon is measuring how much he squishes in his hands, like he's taking note of all of the softness inside of him. Like he is gauging where Jungkook is at, so he can assess how much he grows while eating. So he can measure just how full his belly can stretch. So he has a starting point to see how much this one stuffing will affect his waistline tomorrow. So he can see how fat Jungkook gets overnight. Fuck fuck fuck.

"Fuck, I'm going to cum tonight-" Jungkook blurts out. His mind is so full of thoughts that should be illegal. Namjoon laughs so heartily with delight that his gelatinous gut shakes.

"If you don't, I've failed."

#omfg the MENTOR DYNAMIC GETS TO MEEE

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bulletproofscales · 4 days

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I know you listed hybrids as a maybe but I was thinking of lazy cat hybrid Yoongi, and his active dog hybrid boyfriend Namjoon. Yoongi feels like Namjoon could be using the time he exercises to cuddle with him. So Yoongi makes plans to fatten him up, starts making more food he likes, and offering to drive him to work so that way he doesn’t have to ride his bike. Namjoon’s happy because as part of this, Yoongi makes more steak dinners and gives him more belly rubs

(ao3 link) had to re-send this anon's ask to myself because tumblr ate the draft of this post, so anon, i hope you see this anyway (i know you literally requested this over a year ago lmfao)

The alarm goes off when it’s still dark, which is too-fucking-early o’clock in Yoongi’s mind. He tries to roll over, to curl up and go back to sleep, but the lingering heat on the now-empty side of the bed is now leaching all the leftover warmth, and his ears keep twitching at every muffled noise from the other side of the wall.

When the noise stops, Yoongi feels a kiss pressed to the center of his forehead. He glares through half-closed eyelids.

“Sorry, hyung. Gotta get to work,” Namjoon apologizes quietly, even though Yoongi’s already been so rudely awakened. He doesn’t even have to be at work for an hour, but Kim Namjoon is Kim Namjoon, and Kim Namjoon bikes to work and leaves at too-fucking-early o’clock. “See you tonight. Love you.”

Kim Namjoon is Kim Namjoon, and Yoongi loves Kim Namjoon, so he catches him by the grown-out scruff of hair at the back of his head and tells him as much, kissing him on the lips before he has to go.

And then he falls back asleep for another hour, two hours.

The perks of working from home are less perky when Namjoon works not from home. Yoongi spends the parts of his day that he’s not actively dialed into his work pacing the house, tidying up, cooking. By the time Namjoon gets home in the evening, they basically only have time to eat dinner, watch a show or two, and go to bed. Even sex gets penciled in for the weekends.

So sometimes Yoongi just wants to take Namjoon’s stupid bike and throw it off of their balcony. Serves it right for taking husband time away from him.

(He doesn’t, because despite everything, he’d like to believe he’s good husband material, but when Namjoon wakes up early and gets home late because of that thing, sue Yoongi for resenting it a little.)

The time apart means Yoongi picks up new hobbies. He was a basic cook when they first moved in together, but with all the practice, he can throw down in the kitchen, which is now filled with odd gadgets, different pans for different meals, and no less than four types of flour in the cupboard (because they always need all-purpose, but then there’s glutinous rice flour for tteok, cake flour for birthdays, bread flour because you need the right amount of gluten development for brioche, and shit, they could probably use some almond flour, too).

Yoongi’s in the middle of a soul-suckingly boring meeting with his webcam turned off when he remembers the package he’d brought in that morning, still sitting on the kitchen counter. He drags his laptop out with him as he slices the box open, grinning to himself at the sight.

Namjoon loves bungeoppang; now they are the proud owners of a brand new bungeoppang pan.

By the time evening settles and Namjoon comes home, sweaty from his bike ride, Yoongi’s filled the counter with an array of food. Galbi fresh out of the pressure cooker, melting off the bone, sticky glazed sweet potatoes, kimchi jeon still crackling in the pan. He hasn’t cooked the bungeoppang yet, but the batter and filling are mixed in separate bowls, ready to be made fresh once they finish dinner.

“Wow,” Namjoon says, racking his bike up on its place on the wall of the entryway (another demerit for the bike: they live in a tiny fourth-story apartment and to avoid it taking up precious floor space, it now takes up precious wall space). “Special occasion?”

Yoongi shrugs. “Meeting that could have been an email. I had to entertain myself somehow.”

“I’m not offended by this kind of entertainment.” Namjoon swoops into the kitchen area to give Yoongi a soft, lingering kiss. “Do you think I have time to shower?”

Yoongi pinches the front of his sweaty t-shirt. “If you make it quick.”

“So quick,” Namjoon promises. “I’m starving and that smells amazing.”

(Bike demerit number 3001: Namjoon always comes home needing a shower, meaning more time away when Yoongi just wants to sit him down and feed him dinner and kiss him senseless.)

By the time Namjoon comes back out, Yoongi’s spread everything across the counter, their empty plates and full bowls of rice placed next to each other so they can sit elbow-to-elbow at the island like they always do for dinner.

Yoongi likes to savor these moments. It’s the shortest portion of their day, but his favorite: side-by-side with Namjoon, talking, eating, recharging after time spent without each other. He can always tell when Namjoon’s settled down comfortably by the slow swish of his tail versus the fervent wag of it when he first gets home, too keyed up to focus. Now he savors each bite of his food, delicately laying a piece of galbi on top of his rice, layering it with a pinch of pa kimchi, and humming low in his chest when he scoops it into his mouth, like he’s picked up on Yoongi’s purring after so many years together.

“Good?” Yoongi asks as Namjoon chews. There’s sauce on Namjoon’s cheek, and Yoongi wipes it up with the edge of his thumb, not even flinching when Namjoon licks it off again, the oversized puppy he is.

“So good,” Namjoon says, reaching for more food before he’s even finished chewing his bite.

“Pace yourself, Joon-ah,” Yoongi reminds him with a soft laugh, “we still have dessert.”

Namjoon does not pace himself. He keeps on eating, starry-eyed. “I can’t believe you bought a bungeoppang pan.”

Yoongi shrugs. “Boredom and disposable income cause me to do a lot of things.”

It would explain the waffle maker, the immersion circulator, the pasta roller, and the little gut that’s just started poking at the front of Namjoon’s shirt.

It’s not totally Yoongi’s fault. Namjoon hasn’t really been rail-thin since they were still university students living on a ramyeon budget and denying their feelings for each other. He has a big appetite, as evidenced by the quick work he’s making of his next portion of meat, already almost finished with his rice. He’s probably three times as physical as Yoongi with the whole bike thing, and Yoongi’s always been slim but soft. So technically the pudge that sits over the waist of Namjoon’s pants isn’t on Yoongi, even if Yoongi likes to take advantage of it.

(But even then, is it really taking advantage when Namjoon, the dog boy of all dog boys, loves getting his belly rubbed as much as Yoongi, loathe as he is to accept the cat making biscuits stereotype, loves to rub it?)

Namjoon eats all of his dinner, and when Yoongi realizes he made too much batter for two servings of bungeoppang, happily eats the extras too. And when he’s done eating and has moved onto cleaning the dishes because Yoongi did the cooking, Yoongi can’t help but plaster himself to his husband’s back, face buried in the scruff of his neck and hands crossed over his bloated stomach where it’s pressed against the rim of the sink.

“Affectionate tonight,” Namjoon chuckles, leaning his head to softly touch against the side of Yoongi’s. The pan he’s cleaning has been fully rinsed for a while, but both of them are too distracted to notice or care.

“Sue me,” Yoongi murmurs into the shoulder of Namjoon’s t-shirt. “You leave early and come home at night and I only have, like, four hours to spend with you every day.”

“It’s a good four hours, though.”

“Out of twenty-four,” Yoongi grumbles. When it startles a small, hiccupping laugh out of Namjoon, his little gut jumps and shakes a bit between Yoongi’s hands. “I fantasize about throwing your bike off of the fire escape sometimes.”

Namjoon covers Yoongi’s hands with his own, and the only thing keeping Yoongi from bristling at the wet touch is the sight of both of their hands placed over the swell of Namjoon’s stomach. He looks good, fuller like this. It suits him.

“You wouldn’t,” Namjoon says, stomach stretching out in a breath.

“I wouldn’t,” Yoongi confirms. “Only because I don’t want manslaughter charges for crushing a pedestrian with a bike.”

“Valid,” Namjoon laughs. His stomach shakes again, but this time, they both feel it. “I can bike less, take the bus so I can sleep in more with you. It’s starting to be too cold in the mornings anyway.”

Yoongi just half-purrs, kneading the softness between his hands. Namjoon’s moved his to turn the sink off, but he doesn’t stop Yoongi’s ministrations; in fact, he leans more into him, back arched, giving some more access to the lower half of his stomach that had been squashed against the sink. The bit of skin that’s stretching the waistband of his flannel PJ pants more than when he bought them.

“I’ll just have to figure out a way to exercise at home,” Namjoon’s saying when Yoongi can feel his ears flatten at the back of his head in displeasure.

“Why? Who are you trying to impress, hm?” he gripes, purring effectively stopped. One of his fingers has found its way to circle Namjoon’s belly button; deeper now, more flesh around it, his long finger sinks in halfway up to the second joint.

Namjoon laughs. His dimples are much more prominent now in cheeks that are also more prominent. The softening of his face has been so gradual that Yoongi only really notices now, with his head perched right beneath it, that Namjoon’s jawline is more obscured than the razor curve of their youth, and that he doesn’t have a double chin, not yet, but there’s definitely a little pocket of skin that’s just barely swelling up beneath the point of it.

His face has taken well to the weight. All at once, Namjoon looks both like the college kid Yoongi first fell for and the grown man he sees himself growing old with—and growing soft with, maybe, in Namjoon’s case.

“Guess the only person I’d want to impress is already impressed,” Namjoon says, lifting one hand from their shared spot on his stomach to gesture where Yoongi’s got his shirt rucked up, finger teasing at his belly button.

Yoongi lifts that same hand, instead taking a handful of bared, supple underbelly and giving it a teasing grab, just to watch the way the whole thing’s starting to develop a jiggle to it. Without two combined hours of biking every weekday, surely it’ll develop faster.

Not that Yoongi minds. In fact, whatever the opposite of minding is, that’s how he feels, tucking his hand back beneath the lowest curve of his husband’s paunch just to feel it quiver with Namjoon’s contented laugh.

#vdbfvbvjf living for them

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bulletproofscales · 29 days

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From Big to Bigger

Seokjin was chubby. That was a fact. It's been a fact for all his life now.

But he seemed to always want more. He always groped his own belly in front of the mirror, sad that it wasn't bigger than its size now. And he couldn't know why he wanted it so much, he didn't understand it.

He always ate a little too much during his meals to try and change his weight, to no avail. He didn't have that much money to spend on more food, his savings were tight. So he tried to be content at 234 pounds but he never was and doesn't think he'd be.

That was until he met Namjoon.

Namjoon was a friend of a friend whom he met at a party. He always felt anxious at these parties, mainly because it happened one too many times that someone would go up to him and say that it was sad he was fat since he had a pretty face. Seokjin knew they were stupid people but it made him feel bad anyways.

Namjoon was a gem. At that party, he went up to him and started the conversation. He talked about his interest and he listened intently as Seokjin told his. He never made the older feel less of himself. And he even complimented Seokjin's chubby cheeks, telling him it was cute. Overall, it was love at first sight for Seokjin.

It was after a long while that he got the guts to ask Namjoon out, and the younger said yes immediately with no hesitation. Seokjin was the happiest man alive at that moment.

They went out to eat sometimes but they mainly stayed at Namjoon's house (since he lived alone and didn't have a roommate like Seokjin did), where Namjoon let Seokjin order as much food as he wanted whenever they ordered take out. Seokjin wouldn't admit it but he took advantage of the situation to buy enough food for him to gain weight, always a little bit more each time.

Namjoon didn't seem to be disgusted by it, in fact he was always the one to push Seokjin to eat, saying it was important for him to stay healthy and eat well. Seokjin didn't think it would've worked out as well as it did.

RIght now, he stepped onto his scale and waited for the numbers to show up. 256 pounds , it read. Seokjin smiled big at that, he gained a lot more than he intended to. He took his belly which was folding over the hem of his pants and gauged the weight of it. He felt how softer he was, how jiggly it felt. It was a bliss.

He placed back his shirt that he’d lifted and watched at how small it appeared on him. It was almost too small to cover his belly and he knew that if he lifted his arms it’d just lift up and uncover a good chunk of it.

He was happy about it obviously but a voice at the back of his mind told him that Namjoon will slowly find him repulsive and he’ll abandon him like it had already happened before. His smile dropped slowly and he sighed, putting the hoodie he was wearing back on and going out of the bathroom. It was his day off and he’d planned to rest and do nothing but watch TV all day but now he couldn’t stop thinking of Namjoon leaving him sooner or later and it made him spiral. And what did he do best when spiraling? Eat.

He ordered more food than he could pay for and waited impatiently until it arrived. When it did, he took all of it and set it on his coffee table in front of the TV and put on one of his favorite movies.

But he didn’t pay attention to it at all. He just ate as much as he could without really thinking about it.

And dang, as he leaned back because of the stomachache he was getting, he saw that polished off almost all of the food he bought. But what stunned him the most was how distended and tight his stomach looked, stretching the hoodie he was wearing. Suddenly, he felt like yeah, gaining was great, but this was better. He rubbed his belly for a while, pushing on it a bit to let burps out. After a long while, he got enough motivation to get up and clean the coffee table up, putting the small amount of leftovers in the fridge and throwing the packages away. Because of all the movements and walking, at some point he felt a breeze under his belly. He blushed and saw that his hoodie and shirt slipped up slowly without him noticing. He took the hem and pulled it down. When he sat back down on his sofa, his phone rang beside him. He took it and saw that Namjoon was calling. He smiled and answered.

“Hey Joon-ah!”

“Hi hyung, tell me is it okay if I come over?” Namjoon asked with a smile apparent in his voice.

“Oh! Oh, well hum yeah, if you want. I was going to watch a movie” he said a bit nervously. Namjoon must’ve caught on to it because the concern in his tone now was obvious. “Jin-hyung you know it’s okay if you want to say no, I won’t take it badly”

“No no, I really want you to come here. You know I’m always happy to see you” Seokjin responded sincerely.

“Okay. great then” Namjon said with a smile. “See you in 5 minutes” he said before hanging up suddenly. Seokjin didn’t have time to question anything before his intercom rang. He laughed a bit and got up to open up to his lover. After doing so, something made him blanched up.

His stomach was still big and bloated from everything he ate, and there were not many ways to hide it. He quickly left the door open slightly and sat back down on his sofa, grabbing his blanket and wrapping himself around it. He took the remote and searched through random films on Netflix, playing nonchalant.

He heard a knock before hearing Namjoon speak up.

“Hyung? Can I enter? You left it unlocked. ” he asked from the doorway.

“Yes Joon-ah come in, I left it open for you. I’m searching for a movie, but I don't know what to choose.” Seokjin said with a small laugh, acting as if nothing was strategically calculated. He heard the door close and footsteps approaching him until he felt Namjoon back hug him from the back of the couch, burying his face in his neck. Seokjin smiled and put his hands on Namjoon’s.

“I missed you” the younger said before separating from the other to sit down beside him.

“Me too” Seokjin responded, looking at Namjoon in the eyes for the first time since he came in. Namjoon smiled at him and pecked him on the lips. Then settled his head on Seokjin’s shoulder.

"Hyung, I wanted to talk to you about something" Namjoon said after a moment.

Seokjin began to feel his anxiety go up. This is the end right? This is when Namyoon breaks up with him after being affectionate for the last time just to make him suffer more about what he'll never have anymore.

"Yeah?" he managed to croak out somewhat normally.

"How do you feel about your weight?" Namjoon asked as he straightened up to look at Seokjin in the eyes. The older wouldn't meet his though, he looked down at the blanket around him while he fiddled with it.

"How do you feel about my weight" he asked in response in a tiny voice.

"I don't want to make you uncomfortable hyung we don't have to talk about that" Namjoon said, seeing Seokjin's overall body language. "I hum… I just wanted to say that I like hum. Your weight. I mean, your appearance. Overall. And that I don't mind, quite the contrary, that yyyouuu have gained some more. Weight." the younger said awkwardly, blushing more and more as he spoke.

Seokjin's brain stopped working right there and then. He frowned and looked at Namjoon.

"What." is all he said.

Namjoon looked at his hands even more intently at that.

"If you find it weird just say so now so that we can finish this conversation quick" he said, still awkwardly.

"No Namjoon I just thought you were gonna break up with me for that reason, that I like, gained a bunch of weight lately. Didn't think you could be thinking otherwise." Seokjin gulped loudly. "And it doesn't bother me either. I mean, I prefer myself that way. So…" the older looked at Namjoon who was still looking at his hands and he hugged him.

Namjoon hugged him back instantly.

"I'm planning to gain more. Just so you know" Seokjin said silently near Namjoon's ear.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Could I help with that?" Namjoon asked.

"...sure" the older responded, kind of taken aback. They separated and looked at each other in the eyes. Seokjin smiled and leaned in to kiss him at the same time as Namjoon did.

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"Come on hyung we're gonna be late" Namjoon said from the bathroom.

They are supposed to get dinner out but Seokjin was facing a problem.

He couldn't button either his bigger pants or his biggest shirt.

He could be blaming it on the fact that he kept himself full for most of the day, but he knew he'd be wrong. He'd gained more than two hundred pounds in a span of a year, pushing briefly towards the 360 pounds mark. So it really wasn't entirely because his stomach was full.

He still tried to button his pants, but with all of the fat around him it was hard.

His arms got bigger, smooshed against his soft big belly as he tried to button it. They were almost bursting out of his sleeves.

His double chin made itself known as he looked down at the hole of his pants desperately, almost not seeing it because of his stomach. It was already hard to slip his pants on past his thighs which looked like sausage casings in his pants right now, even harder past his ass.

He panted, as it was almost a sport for him all that exertion to fit in his clothes. He gave up for a moment, letting his arms down and sighing.

He heard Namjoon come into the room.

"What's going on, why aren't you dressed up" he asked, walking towards Seokjin with a small laugh.

"It's too small, i can't button it" Seokjin responded with a small laugh too when he saw Namjoon blush at the view of his lover almost popping out of his clothes and the top of his pants stretch so apart he doesn't know why Seokjin was even trying to button it.

"Want me to help?" he asked before he thought of his words. He blushed a bit more but then Seokjin nodded, putting his hands on his hips.

"I don't see why not. You're strong, it could be helpful" the older said.

Namjoon nodded and he took the two sides of the pants and brought them together. As predicated, they were so far apart you couldn't even wish to button that.

So he asked Seokjin to suck it in, and then with a bit more of a struggle he was able to button it. It was straining so hard though it didn't look comfortable for Seokjin, but the younger didn't get time to ask if he was alright before the button popped off.

Both men looked at each other.

"Damn. Well I guess we'll have to eat at home" Seokjin said, rubbing his hand over the tiny indent the tight pants left on his waist. Namjoon just nodded dumbly, stealing a kiss on Seokjin's lips.

"That was hot" he said, grabbing onto Seokjin's love handles to keep him close. The older giggled.

"Jeez you can't stop can you. Could you help me with the shirt? I think it'll be easier to button than the pants. I wanna know if it's still wearable" the older asked.

Namjoon gulped but complied, thinking it was ironic to feel this hot while dressing his hyung up and not undressing him.

It was easier, though the buttons were straining a lot. Seokjin sighed when Namjoon was done, and both men heard a tiny creak sound when he did. Namjoon felt himself burn up.

"Okay, so… dinner at home" the older said, winking at Namjoon and walking, or more so waddling, towards their living room couch.

It was always the younger who chose what they'd order when they were eating at home, so he pulled his phone out and got to it.

When he opened the door later to the deliverer, he thinks that he might've gotten too excited. He bought way more food than he's ever done. He took the bags and deposited them in the entry, thanking the delivery man who wished him a good party. Namjoon blushed after he closed the door, but it wasn't from embarrassment.

He took two bags and brought them to the living room, Seokjin lifting his gaze from the TV to him then the bags he brought. Namjoon then picked up the other two, putting them beside the first bags and Seokjin looked at him with surprise in his eyes. They usually bought approximately three bags worth of food.

So when Namjoon went to pick up the final two bags, making it six in their coffee table, Seokjin was looking at him with his jaw dropped.

"Joonie I wouldn't be able to finish all that" he said, a bit nervous.

"It's okay if you don't, I think I just got too excited" Namjoon responded, laughing breathlessly before he put all the food out on the table. There really was a lot.

"I can see that. Come on, let's continue what we were watching on Netflix" Seokjin said as he reached for two big packets of fries to begin eating.

Namjoon put the series on and snuggled close to Seokjin, stealing some bites of the burgers he was eating and some of his fries sometimes. But at one point, when Seokjin had already demolished more than half of the food present, he had to lean back for his belly to feel less tight. Though his shirt wasn't helping, sounds of creaks were more and more frequent the more he ate, even more now as he downed his third big drink which stretched his belly visibly again. He finished it, burping at the end of it, but nothing happened.

Namjoon was watching him intently, and when he seemed to have decided to stop moving and just rub his belly, he had to ask.

"Are you okay?" He asked a bit worryingly. He didn't want his hyung to push himself too far because of him.

Seokjin looked at him with a tiny smile.

"Yeah I'm okay. It's just tiring to go back and forth to pick up the food…" he trailed off, looking elsewhere. "If only there was a solution for that" he said with a tone that indicated that there was an obvious one. Namjoon thought for about 2 seconds before getting the message.

"Do you… do you want me to feed you?" he asked shyly. Seokjin nodded, and that was all Namjoon needed.

He took one of the donut he bought and brought it to Seokjin's lips, and the older began eating.

The younger gave his food gently, slowly, until Seokjin told him to go faster. It was when Namjoon gave him his fifth donut that it happened.

A loud creak sound resonated and two buttons of Seokjin's shirt popped off, showing how huge he was with all the food he inhaled. Seokjin groaned at the freedom he felt now, there were some angry red marks on his belly. Namjoon rubbed Seokjin's now naked belly, pushing gently enough to bring burps out of Seokjin, making technically more space in his stomach.

In the end, Seokjin was able to finish everything thanks to Namjoon feeding him. All the other buttons of his shirt were now open and his girthy belly was now sagging against his thighs, huge enough that he had a hard time circling his arms around it. His belly was rock hard, rare with the amount of fat around it, but with what he ate it was normal.

"Imagine if you were as huge as that with an empty belly" Namjoon said fleetingly as he rubbed Seokjin's belly still.

"That's my dream…" Seokjin said.

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And he surpassed his dreams when he looked even bigger with an empty belly how. He got so huge he was struggling to fit in cars, chairs, doors. He got stuck in door frames more than once, in the rare times he walked during the day. He rarely got out, he mostly stayed home laying on the bed or on the couch.

His belly sagged now past the middle of his tree trunk thighs when he was standing up, now a huge pack of rolls one over the other. His arms got so fat that it couldn't get flushed against his side anymore. His thighs were so huge they had rolls in between them, making him struggle to walk properly. His neck disappeared into his fat chin, and his chubby cheeks were no joke. His ass was the second biggest thing on him after his gut, rotund and pillowy. There's a lot of stuff he can't do by himself now, but Namjoon was always there to help him.

Ever since the night when he burst out his pants and shirt, they had occasionally fancy dinners at home where Seokjin ate an absurd amount of food at once with the help of the younger while wearing clothes that were too small for him. Today was a day like that.

He wore and old button up that was struggling to keep closed and that was too short to cover his whole belly, and a pair of slacks that he couldn't button and that seemed to be dangerously stretching around his thighs. Namjoon watched him waddle slowly towards the couch.

"Hyung, we're not gonna eat there" he said. The older looked at him quizzically before going towards him and followed him towards the kitchen. Namjoon gestured towards a large chair with handles . In front of it was the kitchen table that was obviously filled with food. Seokjin looked at the chair then at Namjoon.

"I won't fit" he said. Namjoon shrugged.

"Try"

And so Seokjin did. He sat slowly on the chairs and felt the handles hit his thighs before his butt sat on the chair. After a bit more wiggling and putting on all his weight on his butt, he was able to sit on it. The handles were squishing his thighs and belly, now barely visible and they got swallowed by the fat of his body, but he was sat. And stuck, probably.

"See, you fit!" Namjoon said with a small laugh that Seokjin followed.

"Barely" the older said. Then, they heard the signature creaking sound of seams breaking. The pants Seokjin was wearing split open on the outside of his thighs squished in the chair.

Namjoon blushed at the same time as Seokjin did.

"I hum… I-I have another idea to try hyung, tell me if you're okay with it. It's okay if you don't want to" Namjoon said shyly, flustered at the fact that Seokjin already shredded his clothes before they started their ordeal.

"Lemme hear it"

"What… What if I feed you what we've got here and I decide when to stop?"

"Like, I basically don't do anything?" Seokjin clarified. Namjoon nodded, and Seokjin nodded back. "Good with me"

And the giddy smile Namjoon sent him back was worth it.

Namjoon took one of the multiple burgers he bought and brought it to Seokjin's lips. The older ate with vigor, like he had been starved for days before when in fact he'd been snacking all afternoon on chips and cookies. He ate ravenously as Namjoon forced him to eat more and quicker to get done with the 5 huge burgers he bought. That made a mess of sauce around his lips, now mixing with the icing of the big chocolate cake Namjoon was pushing I'm his mouth. When half the cake had been eaten, Namjoon made Seokjin drank milk which triggered three buttons of his shirt to all pop off at the same time in a loud noise. Namjoon rubbed Seokjin's belly before shaking it, seeing that it's still jiggling and telling his hungry hyung that that meant he hadn't eaten enough yet.

He shoved more food down Seokjin's throat, until he finished by making Seokjin gulp down a second liter of weight gain shake on top of all the food he force fed him. His belly was so huge it was sinking into the table now, even more so when Seokjin leaned back as much as he could. His belly was even more squished in the chair. It was painful. He looked massive, his belly taking most of the space in front of him.

When he finished drinking the weight gain shake he let out a string of burps to help with the stomach ache he was getting. He looked down at his now buttonless shirt with a sense of pride. All the buttons popped off one by one the more he ate.

"Such a good hog for me. I love you hyung"

"Me too Namjoon ah" Seokjin responded, panting. He let out more burps to release the tension inside his stomach. Namjoon rubbed his throbbing stomach and nodded ; it was stuffed enough. When he tried to wiggle it, it barely moved.

"Great. Let's get you up now" he said, extending his arms to help Seokjin up.

It would've already been hard to do with an empty belly, but even more so with a massively stuffed belly in the way. It took them 15 minutes to get Seokjin out of the chair. When they did, Seokjin instantly put his hanging stuffed belly on the table, making a plop sound, to relax and relieve the weight of it. He burps a little more, relieved at the easy feeling that came when he did so. He's never been so stuffed before.

Namjoon just looked at how huge his lover was, his profile showing how stretched and taunt his belly was. He approached him and put a hand under his belly, carrying the weight. It was so heavy.

"Let me help you walk to our bed" he said, and Seokjin nodded. They walked to their bed together, Namjoon carrying Seokjin's belly with one hand while the oldest waddled slowly instead of walking. He helped Seokjin sat down on their bed and waw, he was massive.

It hit Namjoon like a brick to see that his hyung took three fourth of the bed, legs spread to make way for his girthy belly that was sitting heavily on the bed between his thighs. He looked like a beached whale, with his shirt absent of buttons and his pants that split open. Speaking off, they creaked when Seokjin sat down again on the bed, and looked like the hole they created was bigger.

Seokjin was only still rubbing his belly, eyes closed as he let out burps and appreciate how huge he was, unaware that Namjoon was looking at him with the same amount of hunger he felt about food.

#dndfnbkjfdnvkdf #I LOVE NAMJIN SO MUCH

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List of my AO3 works

What a bakery does to you - Namjin

Thanks internet - Namjin

A heart pounding meeting - Namjin

From Big to Bigger - Namjin

Feedism BTS drabbles - Multiships

#(´♡‿♡`)(´♡‿♡`)

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are you ready for the rewrite of my roommate is a feedee?

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Alpha j/imin who's not as fit as the other alphas and he's also shorter so he has an issue finding mates because they don't think he'd be able to take care of them since he's kinda chunky. (Just a tiny barely noticeable tummy at this point.) It's also hard for him to find any jobs for the same reason . The patrols don't want him because he's "out of shape" and the other wolves always scoff at him. J/imin tries his best to work out but nothing he does helps him lose any weight. He gets depressed for a while but one night he comes across a rare type of kink. There are omegas mainly but other alphas and even betas who will pay good money to watch alphas eat a ton of food on camera for them. Since he has nowhere else to turn, he signs up for the website and tries to get started.

It's slow at first, since he's new and nobody knows him, but eventually he gets more and more followers. More people pay him to eat for them and over the months, it starts to show. His belly wobbles whenever he moves, he can no longer fit in any of his clothes which is a plus because people pay him even more when he's naked and he's starting to sprout a third chin. Not to mention his ass taking up a good portion of the couch. He's only about 275lbs but he's bottom heavy.

Then comes the day he gets a private message. Usually he ignores them because these people just want free pics or videos, but this one is from another alpha and by the looks of his profile picture, he's fucking gorgeous. The alpha, which J/imin learns his name is J/ungkook asks to be his feeder which after some hesitation, he agrees. J/imin asks his followers if they'd like to see another alpha feed him and he gets an astounding amount of positive feedback.

The next morning, j/ungkook arrives early so the two can get to know each other better and holy fuck if J/imin were an omega he'd have been leaking slick immediately. The alpha in front of him was tall and his hair was put up in a bun. He was fit too. J/imin almost drooled at the ways his muscles bulged in his arms plus, he was covered in tattoos.

After j/imin had calmed himself, he set down a few ground rules if this was going to be a reoccurring thing. 1) there would be no forcing food into his mouth. He didn't want to choke. 2) his safeword was pineapple and if it wasn't taken seriously then j/ungkook would be kicked out immediately. 3)aftercare was a must. If there was no aftercare involved then it wasn't happening. 4) J/ungkook would have to be okay with J/imin getting messy. Sometimes food would end up all over his chest and belly and the viewers would go nuts. And 5) he would not go past 450-500. He wanted to still be mobile and move around. J/ungkook agreed with everything.

That night was a bit awkward since it was the first time j/imin was being fed by anyone and he was a bit shy, but overall he and j/ungkook enjoyed it and so did J/imin's viewers. He made more money than he ever had that night which...surprised him. Alphas being together this was was a taboo in itself so he figured nobody would enjoy it that much. After he was cleaned up and had his belly rubs, J/imin asked if J/ungkook would stay and do the lives with him three times a week. He'd of course be getting a cut of the profits too as he was helping and the other alpha agreed with a wide grin.

Over the next few months, j/imin's viewer count grows and so does he. His ass now takes up most of the couch and he's got a wide and wobble stomach. His thighs are wider than both of j/ungkook's combined, his moobs are proper breasts now and his face is fuller and rounder along with his arms being encased in flab. He has stretch marks littering his body as he reached 450 in such a short time. He and J/ungkook had started dating and they managed to move out of j/imin's village and into a nice home in the city. As for j/imin's lives, there are special days where he'll stuff his face while J/ungkook fucks him and pops a knot. It drives his viewers crazy. Honestly, he could not be happier with his life.

#OMFGGG 😍😍😍😍#alpha jm does it for me #thank you sm for this 💜💜💜 wow

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bulletproofscales · 1 month

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shut the fuck up

someone is eating well (óㅈò)

#HE LOOKS SO FULL #i need to sit down

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A few years and a few hundred pounds...

Seokjin returns from studying abroad in America for 4 years as he gets a PhD. Namjoon patiently waited for his hyung that he's had a crush on for as long as he can remember. When Seokjin finally returns to Korea, Namjoon rushes out to meet him. What he's greeted with is a man the size of 6 Seokjins. But he still has those same sweet crinkly eyes, the same luscious lips, the same squeaky endearing laugh. Namjoon is shocked into silence as he gets the softest, squishiest hug of his life, and he sinks a good 12 inches into Seokjin's belly as massive arms squeeze him.

"Namjoonie! You're all grown up!" Namjoon blushes at the affectionate nickname, proving that their time apart hasn't caused awkward, stiff boundaries of formality to grow between them. Nothing about Seokjin is stiff or awkward. He's all soft, sweet, flabby rolls that bulge around Namjoon like they can engulf his gangly form. Piles of blubber gently slosh over him as Namjoon's hands submerge deeper with the bear hug. He tilts his head up to look at Seokjin, and is face to face with a heavy pool of pudge underneath his chin, creasing into three plump rolls as Seokjin looks down at him with a smile.

"You grew as pretty as I did fat, Namjoonie-" Seokjin pinches Namjoon's blushing cheeks as he sputters in embarrassment.

#brooo #I HAD THIS IDEA BOUNCING AORUND MY HEAD #ITS SO HOT #I LOVE THIS SO MUCH #NEVER GONNA GET TIRED OF YOUR ARTSTYLE #YOU BEAST

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when you think the first prompt could not get any hotter but youre reading from cookiesuga55

Home-cooking

Thinking about cute twiggy Jungkook getting nice and fat from his thick hunk of a boyfriend. It's been a few years of constant feeding and loving... and Jungkook waddles into their kitchen with the biggest belly and ass, pudgy chin doubled up, and deep rolls creasing his sides.

As always, Namjoon is cooking him a heavy dinner and beaming at his plump pudding as Jungkook jiggles closer with each step.

"What's for dinner, hyung?" Jungkook suppresses a belch into his fist like he didn't just eat enough chips and snacks to make his gut bloat round.

Namjoon's eyes crinkle in affection and Jungkook earns a proud pat to the front of his belly. Of course Namjoon can tell. Jungkook looks so full that his gut is practically spilling out of his shirt. Although that's been happening a lot more these days...

"I hope you saved some room, dumpling. I baked you dessert too."

Jungkook's stomach rumbles so loudly that his full cheeks blush. He can be completely stuffed to the brim and somehow find room for Namjoon's dessert.

"I always have more room for your cooking-"

Jungkook squeals in delight as Namjoon plants a fat kiss on him.

#A big slice for a big boy. My good #fat hog~#THIS¡!¡!!¡!?!!?!#Namjoon pinches his cheek #not listening.#AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #Suddenly he feels slow and dumb #like his mind is as lazy as his body has become.#LIKE ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME

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omfg.... im deceased x_x

Beached

Definition: To be stranded or hauled up on a beach, “a beached whale”

Taehyung groaned, whether it was from pleasure or pain was yet to be discovered. But what he did know, was that he had pushed himself to the absolute limit. A guttural burp, and rumbling fart, simultaneously erupted from his methane filled chambers, as he flopped back against his poor sofa, already straining under his weight - there was only so much more it could take of the 400 pound blubbery land mass.

Taehyung inched millimetres forward, in an attempt to soothe his aching gut, but to no avail. The vast, tanned expense, stretched out for what seemed like miles in front of him. A barren, hairless desert, littered with violent and angry stretch marks from an uncontrolled gain. Taehyung’s belly sat in front of him, swollen like he had just eaten the moon, blocking his entire view of the TV - not that he could pay any attention in his gluttonous stupeur. Taehyung had inhaled enough food for a herd of elephants, the usually soft, and pillow like flab, completely taught and threatening to burst. The only part saved from this self-induced pain was Taehyung’s underbelly, which at his size was permanently soft and malleable to the touch. The only problem was the he could no longer reach the favourite part of his belly, he could no longer grope and grab at his marshmallow blubber for hours on end like he used too. Hell, what’s worse was that Taehyung could no longer reach his one sizeable dick, now reduced to nothing, encompassed completely in hot and sweaty fat.

However, just because he was beached like a whale, did not mean that Taehyung was completely spent. Over the years of hedonistic self indulgence, he had learnt to adapt to his ever growing size. Slowly, like time had slowed to half speed, Taehyung began to rut into himself. Too stuffed to bring his monstrously large bum completely off the sunken couch, Taehyung began to rock back and forth - the sweat helping to lubricate his skin that would normally be stuck to the leather. His thighs, welded together from the sprawling cellulite, wobbled profusely from the minute movement, rubbing against Taehyungs member. Within seconds, Taehyung could feel himself getting excited, blood rapidly moving south, as his breath began to accelerate - out of pleasure, but also exhaustion.

“Eurgh, huff, argh”. A symphony of huffing and panting resounded throughout Taehyungs apartment, littered with crumbs and wrappers, accompanied by a cacophony of slapping and squelching sounds, from the sea of flab: lower and underbelly sloshing against each other, love handles rolling against the sweat dripped sofa, and boobs sloshing against his triple chins. With one final exhausted moan, Taehyung felt himself cum against his wet and hot fupa, a river of white running through the valley of his fat. Taehyung would figure out how to clean himself later, for now, he lay flopped against the sofa, red in the face, panting, with one final rumbling fart, gas released from movement of his land mass, before he fell into an exhausted slumber.

#this made my morning #HOTTT

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aaa me too!! it felt so much fun to write such a simple mundane thing from the pov of a fetish couple <3<3 thank you so much for reading :( <3 ily

Just throwing it out there: Obese gluttonous Tae, struggling to function, with a fit boyfriend - any of the boys. Would love to see it

my years reoslution is to wokr my way through some of the requests that have been rotting in my inbox! and this was one of them, i mixed it with an idea that ive been thinking about for a while now! ever since my last time on a plane like 7 months ago, enjoy!!

tags: taekook , fat kim taehyung , feedee kim taehyung , gainer kim taehyung , weight gain, belly kink , feederism , feeder jeon jungkook , public space , tight fitting , sweat , teasing , mile high club (i GUESS)

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They've been excited about this for the past 6 months, ever since Taehyung’s parents invited them both to dinner in Daegu for his mom’s birthday. He still remembers the synergy they felt when Taehyung announced the news.

“My mom invited us over to Daegu for her birthday.” They were cuddled on the couch.

Or more like, Taehyung was laying there, looking more like a beached whale than a human being, belly distended and pushing his chunky thighs apart with the weight of the huge meal Jungkook just fed him. And his boyfriend cuddled to his side, making use of his favorite human pillow, with a cheek resting onto Taehyung’s pillowy chest.The tautness of his bloat coaxes deep labored breaths out of him, and Jungkook’s head softly bobs up and down in tandem.

“I miss your parents.” Jungkook mumbles, his hand idly caressing the exposed golden skin that Taehyung’s shirt fails to cover, warm and a little sweaty. But Taehyung feels a different kind of warmth, knowing just how much his parents, and their acceptance, mean to his boyfriend. “I’ll start looking for train tickets for March.”

“I was thinking…” Taehyung struggles to contain his smile. “Since we have so much time to plan our visit…” He doesn't finish his sentence. Jungkook has already lifted his head to look at him with widened eyes; his hand on the shelf of Taehyung’s stomach to properly match his eye level. A silent conversation happened between them.

“You wanna…?” The sparkles are obvious in Jungkook’s eyes, the excitement.

“We’ve been looking forward to it for so long…” Taehyung has to wheeze out his words with the sudden pressure of Jungkook’s hands on the most bloated part of his middle.

“Deal.” Not another word is spoken on the matter. Jungkook leans closer for a quick kiss to his boyfriend’s oily lips and he is sprinting to his room to get his laptop.

After many years… They’re getting Taehyung on an airplane.

"Excited?" Jungkook asks after he finished sipping up their bags. He was in charge of packing for them, since… Well, Taehyung was getting a little winded from leaning down to put stuff in their luggage.

A lot had happened in those 6 months before the trip. Taehyung sat against the bed frame, still breathing a little heavy from the exercise it took to try to pack. Or maybe it was that nowadays, his breathing was in a perpetual state of heavy.

All of him was in a perpetual state of heavy.

His belly sat on his lap, taking a better half of it. Even when he stood it hung over the waistband of his pants (which consisted of sweatpants most days). The very bottom jiggling with each step he took and sitting on his lap; thick and meaty.

Taehyung was fat ever since before booking the trip, but he somehow still managed to balloon in the 6 months before their flight. Fat over spilled trying to find places to settle on, softening all of Taehyung's edges, making his arms pillowy and tight in all his sleeves.

His pecs got fatter to the point they stopped looking as such; with puffy round nipples and sagging down to the sides. Thighs that have been rubbing together for a while now, but recently started brushing against the edge of most chairs he sits on.

"So excited. You?" He already knows the answer to that question, giddiness written all over his Jungkook’s face.

All of his doubts about Jungkook, and how okay would he really be if having to experience their kink publicly, dissipated the closer they got to the trip.

The younger could barely hide his excitement, overfeeding Taehyung (more than usual), unable to keep his hands off him (MORE THAN USUAL). Grinning and wiggling his eyebrows at him with phrases like "Just one week before we squeeze all this into a plane seat!"

Jungkook was excited. And it looked so good on him.

"Yeah…" Jungkook says it like a confession. Like he is holding back; he’s been looking at Taehyung a lot like that recently. Like he is holding back from jumping him right then and there.

The feeling is very much mutual.

Jungkook sits overly close to him on the uber to the airport, excusing that Taehyung takes too much space now. But he knows, his boyfriend just likes to feel the way his entire body jiggles and wobbles with the bumps in the road.

And he is always nosy about what Taehyung is doing on his phone. Right now he is texting his mom.

tae: going to the airport now!! ^^

eomma: have a safe flight 🫶 eomma: . . .

eomma: taehyungie

eomma: are you sure???

eomma: its not too late to get train tickets, its only a few more hours

Over his shoulder, Jungkook giggles. Taehyung can’t help but blush, he hasn’t been hiding his growth from his family. How could he??

tae: i’ll be fine!

tae: you should be happy im arriving early T-T

eomma: i am SO happy you and jungkookie are coming.

eomma: ask them for a seatbelt extender

eomma: i read thats a thing in american airlines

tae: this isn’t an american airline

eomma: 👍

Taehyung scoffs and Jungkook erupts in more laughter, his rounded nose pressing against the padding under Taehyung’s jaw. Hand patting his already wobbling belly.

It’s true, it's only a one hour flight. But Taehyung forgot to consider the amount of walking one must do to get across the Incheon Airport. Letting Jungkook drag their luggage easily while he waddles, feeling his protruding belly shift from side to side.

He was wearing a sweatshirt in an attempt to contain his belly as best as he could. But with all this movement it still threatened to spill from under the hem, golden skin littered in new stretch marks. So what’s the point in keeping it on? With spring already seemingly luring over them, making Taehyung break a sweat.

Even if Jungkook is dressed for winter with his jacket merely open to adapt to the airport’s heating. Taehyung can feel his hair begin sticking to the sides of his face, and dampness around his lower back and armpits. Huffing and puffing with each step towards their boarding deck.

“This was not a part of my fantasy.” Taehyung groans, pretty much dragging his feet.

“Definitely was a part of mine.” Jungkook grins. His hand found a spot on the stretched fabric of the sweatshirt across Taehyung’s lower back. Patting happily.

“You’re so gross.” He mumbles with distaste, but it holds no bite to it as Jungkook’s laughter echoes in the airport.

“I’m not the one sweating buckets.” Jungkook has that shit-eating grin on his face, the one Taehyung irrevocably fell in love with. “Come on, let's get you some snacks for the plane… And a place to sit.”

Admittedly, he is in a much better mood once he is sat down eating a “snack”. That happens to be a footlong meatball sub and a big coke. He forgot about the airport and its “international” (american) sizing. He feels his stomach stretched along the top, protruding into a little shelf, bloated and taut. Though the bottom and sides still pool out, pillowy and meaty. Jiggling as Taehyung adjusts in his seat.

And when Jungkook offers to get dessert for him. His mood improves even more.

Before he has to get up and walk to their gate, that is.

“Come on baby, we don’t wanna be late.” Jungkook smiles tugging at his fat hand, lacing his sausage fingers with his.

“Why did you offer me dessert?? I swear you did it on purpose.” His whiny tone comes out in between heavy breathing.

“Why would I have done it on purpose.” And Jungkook’s teasing giggle comes out with perfectly normal breathing. As if to mock Taehyugn’s state.

He can feel himself breaking a sweat, again.

“S-so yo get to see me like this.” He deadpans, the hand that isn’t holding Jungkook’s reaches to adjust his shirt back down. Taehyung took off the sweatshirt as soon as he sat down. But now he is suffering the consequences of the thin fabric of his shirt, clinging to the damp spots on his body and riding up his fatty back, and exposing his underbelly.

“Not gonna lie, you are a gorgeous sight right now.” He admits with that dazzling smile. The one Taehyung succumbs to, in spite of himself. “But baby, I offer you dessert every day.”

That is true. But that doesn’t make his boyfriend any more innocent. Those hungry eyes are the ones of a culprit.

Taehyung is in love with a criminal.

“You know…” Jungkook whispers leaning a bit closer to him; Taehyung can feel his smile against his ear. “If you really are too tired to get to the gate in time…” Their eyes meet for a moment. “I could rent you a scooter.”

The proposition hangs in the air for a few seconds, Taehyung feels his heart skip a beat. At Incheon, all the scooters are used by mostly senior citizens; making him probably the only person in this entire airport to be too lazy (too fat) to make it to his gate.

“L–lets…Let's save some fantasies for the flight back.” He whispers back, a timid smile on his face. “When I get on a scooter, I want to be too stuffed to talk.” Even with a breathless hint to his voice, Taehyung is still very capable of walking.

Too much for his liking.

Jungkook is grinning all the wider. “Your mom’s leftovers will come in handy then.” A hand sneaks around his waist and he squeezes where Taehyung’s rolls stacked on his sides.

He is already looking forward to it, and he hasn’t even gotten on his first plane yet.

They were joking about being late. But when they start hearing the gate call through the airport speakers, Jungkook gets a hold of his boyfriend’s chubby hand and tugs at Taehyung to quicken his pace. Coaxing hiccups and burps out of him, as his swollen gut bounces with his steps. Trying to cup his belly to soften the blow. But all he gets is a handful of fat jiggling in his hold.

Taehyung is so breathless when they finally get to the gate, he is getting concerned looks from the flight attendants.

Or it might just be the fact a man this size is getting on the aircraft.

Jungkook walks behind him, not wanting to miss a second of this moment. And as Taehyung stands in front of the rows of seats, he can feel himself tense.

He was… definitely skinnier when he bought the ticket six months ago.

The passengers that are already sitting look at him like they’ve just made sense of who was delaying their takeoff. And he can see the relief in their expressions as they sit in a fully taken row of seats.

Taehyung takes a deep breath, the unsureness he feels isn’t nearly as big as the excitement. Taking slow waddled steps through the corridor. His hips brush against the seats, and his fat thighs not only rub against one another but press to the armrests of the chairs he walks past; and the occasional elbow too.

As he waddles, his belly sways gently, brushing against one seat and then the other.

Their 3-seat line is surprisingly empty. But the flight isn’t entirely full.

He turns to face Jungkook, feeling his belly fully press to one seat where an old woman is trying to pretend not to stare. His boyfriend has the widest smile on his face.

“Got you the window seat, baby,. Your favorite.” His voice comes out as a purr, but his words are casual enough to not mean anything to the other passengers. But Taehyung sees the obvious excitement. There’s nothing Jungkook would want more than to pin his boyfriend between the wall and an armrest.

It's not just Jungkook’s eyes on him. Taehyung tries to shift on his side, feeling his ass brush entirely against the neighbor's armrest. And trying to squat as he takes steps towards the furthest seat on the row; the back of his thighs being poked by the armrests of Taehyung’s own row. His belly presses fully against the row in front of him. Only tugging his shirt further and further up his love handles; he can feel it sinking into one of the folds on his waist.

Taehyung can’t see, but he can feel the dent of the middle seat against his right buttcheek. Even with his thighs pressed close together. His belly pushing far enough he could not lower the seat’s tray. Looking down at himself and feeling his thicker double chin presing to his chest.

The sight of himself is unrecognizable. Squeezed tight into a seat.

And the worst hasn’t even started.

He tries to adjust in his seat. His ass burying the buckle of his seat belt, hand having to reach in just to pull it out to the surface.

Please be long enough.

Taehyung slowly extends the seatbelt. Lifting his underbelly with his free hand, so he can let the scratchy material sink into the fold of his sweaty overhang; in an attempt to lessen the distance of his girth. The airplane is filled with soft murmuring, but the seats and staff around him seem to be holding their breath. As if to collectively suck in and try to help Taehyung out vicariously.

He can already feel his circulation being cut short as the seat belt reaches the other end. Taehyung has to drop his overhang, letting it flop on top of the seatbelt, just to get a hold of his overspilling ass. Lifting it for just long enough to click the seatbelt in. Squeezing Taehyung uncomfortably.

But still, he grins at Jungkook to catch his reaction. He and the flight attendant (who surely was waiting around their seats to get a seat belt extender ready) look stunned. She looked downright worried, and Jungkook…

He was looking at Taehyung like he would be the one struggling through the flight. Blushed and seemingly caught off guard.

Vulnerability looks really good on him, after having teased Taehyung all day.

Jungkook gives the flight attendant a quick glance before shuffling to the middle seat. His own hip sinking into Taehyung’s, neither of them bother to lift the armrest between them.

They share a giddy smile.

“Hi handsome.” Jungkook whispers, his muscled arm reaching to laze around Taehyung’s pillowy one, their fingers interlocking once more.

“I fit.” Taehyung can’t hold back his smile at the huge understatement behind his words.

“Barely.”

“You love it.”

“I do.” He confesses, soft but grinning. His thumb tracing circles into the back of Taehyung’s hand.

The plane finally starts to vibrate with its engine, before it moves slowly along the airport. Jungkook nuzzles impossibly closer, big nose sinking into his double chin. The older’s body begins to bounce again, wobbling at the slightest disturbance

“We got lucky with a whole row for ourselves.” Taehyung observes. “You get to be as touchy as you want.”

“I’m not gonna be publicly indecent.” He chuckles, warm breath tickling his skin. “I still want to be able to get on a plane back.”

“Yeah, but still. We lucked out.” Taehyung can feel Jungkook’s smile widen against him.

“Maybe… I bought three seats.”

“Jungkook!” He turns to get a proper look at his man. His sneaky man.

“I didn’t want you to be uncomfortable for an hour-long flight!” He whines.

“No.” Taehyung chuckles. “You just thought you would’ve fatten me more by now.”

“Maybe.”

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I have so many questions-

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A Helping Hand (Seokjin)

Fat feeder Seokjin publishes a feedism cookbook.

They're all his own recipes. "Lovingly made and self-tested!" He pats his belly proudly. "Every recipe is delicious and specially designed to fatten." Seokjin beams. "Whether it's for you or a loved one, you'll swell with success!!"

Over the years of gaining himself and helping countless feedees, Jin has carefully crafted all of his recipes, modifying them specifically for gaining. He imparts his years of knowledge and experience for eager gainers, for singles and couples alike.

His feedees have always seen instant results, and now he wants to share his feeding methods. Jin has always been enamored with how each person gains fat differently, and he's become skilled through the years of altering his cooking depending on what type of chub his feedee (or himself) wants to encourage.

Jin's cook book is curated with the most successful recipes for different kinds of growth. He has the book broken up into recipes organized by what type of fat the reader wants to gain. Instead of "breakfast, mains, sides, desserts", his book is organized by the results the reader wants, with chapter headings like: "Soft Squish; Face and Double chin; Belly; Firm Fat; Love Handles; Arms and Chest; Bottom Heavy; Curves and Rolls; and 'Great for Beginners!'"

It's incredibly obvious how much his book is a labor of love, backed with impressive experience. Jin has tons of notes written in the pages explaining how each recipe settles into different types of fat depending on the ingredients, and lists of what to eat and when if someone wants a whole-body balanced gain rather than focusing on growing one area.

Jin writes in his book things like, "this dessert is great for a plump, jiggly lower belly." And on another "this burger will help thicken up anyone who is lusting after firm fat. Pairs excellent with fizzy beer. Great for gas!"

Aside from the indulgent recipes and nuggets of knowledge, the photos in the book are to die for. Jin spent months perfecting them so each page makes the reader's mouth water and motivates them to try cooking it themselves. Everything looks so decadent and delicious. Even Jin thinks that his book is irresistible.

The portions are strategically just the right size to leave a feedee comfortably full. Jin doesn't want them hurting. His recipes work because of how calorie-heavy they are. Everything is carefully sized to slowly grow a feedee's stomach and appetite. To make their belly push out warm and rich after their meal so they're satisfied and full of the most fattening cooking they've ever had, but not so heavy as to be in pain.

People can get results that they want by following different recipes. Creamy desserts for rich belly fat and curves. Hearty, greasy savory food for thick guts and fat hips. Pastries and pies for bottom heavy babies. Salty snacks for helping out a doubled chin. And whole feast to share on holidays when feedees get together.

Jin usually accompanies each recipe with instructions for after eating too. They never stop at "enjoy!" They are filled with tips and tricks that Jin has found most effective in his years of feeding.

"You'll want to lay down and nap after this one, so best to have it at night. Did you know that you get fatter if you fall asleep on a full tummy!"

"Eat this one slowly. It's tempting to chow down, but it's incredibly rich. This should be halved (and shared 😏)."

"These sugary pancakes are designed to stuff you with calories but then leave you hungry in just an hour. Pair with a hearty, greasy burger so your tummy doesn't get rumbly."

"Eat this one as quickly as possible so you can fit seconds in before it expands in your stomach. Have a friend on hand for belly rubs. You'll need it for this one."

Jin includes 'weekly meal plan' examples with specifically designed diets for small gainers, ones for big gainers, and one for the incredibly motivated piggies. He's perfected each one. Jin balances out the recipes so they don't feel ill, but steadily fill out and fatten up.

Jin doesn't just stop at print copies. He's launching the first ever cook book specifically designed to help people thicken up rather than lose weight, and he spares no expense. He wants his book to be encouraging and become a safe space for anyone trying to gain. He even designs a website linked in his cookbook where people can post their experience. He creates an online community where people can say which recipes they love and how effective they are. They update their progress and can even send in questions to Jin, who always replies with encouragement and teasing. He develops a whole collection of piglets who happily post when they're fattening up and how much they love Jin's cooking.

Every morning, Jin sits down with a cup of coffee and reads through the new posts on his website. He beams at how he's helping so many people get comfortable and fat. Jin comments on as many posts as he can, praising them and leaving tips for how to best plump up. There's so much demand for new recipes as Jin's piggies graze through his cook book and steadily fatten, that Jin starts a streamed cooking show where each month, one of his lucky fans is invited to join him.

Jin always introduces the guest feedee like they're his personal feedee. Beforehand he learns about them (they have to fill out a long quiz he made so he can get to know them, and they can all consent to the stream), and then he can host his cooking show like this excited little chubby is his own personal favorite pet that he gets to spoil and pamper for a whole evening.

He whips up a brand-new personalized recipe each month and explains how this meal will help the feedee get the results they're craving. His audience comes to the cooking show for the new recipes of course, but they stay the entire stream to watch the lucky feedee get stuffed with their own, specially-designed fattening meal by Jin.

After dessert, Jin always makes sure that his feedee is treated like royalty. He rubs their belly while they're full and sated on the couch, and tells the audience how many calories are in the feedee's belly right now. How many pounds they can expect to gain in the next few days. He does some math while patting their plump gut and making sure that his cooking is settling in comfortably.

Jin spoils his viewers so well. They keep coming back to the streams in hope that they'll be the lucky one randomly picked for the next month's cooking and stuffing episode. While the food is the main event, everyone drools as their favorite round feeder grows bigger with each season.

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you finally did it.... you wrote a fic with all the amazing food-body comparisons that make your writing so uniqueee I LOVE THIS!!! THIS IS SO CREATIVE AND AMAZING

A Helping Hand (Seokjin)

Fat feeder Seokjin publishes a feedism cookbook.

Jin usually accompanies each recipe with instructions for after eating too. They never stop at "enjoy!" They are filled with tips and tricks that Jin has found most effective in his years of feeding.

"You'll want to lay down and nap after this one, so best to have it at night. Did you know that you get fatter if you fall asleep on a full tummy!"

"Eat this one slowly. It's tempting to chow down, but it's incredibly rich. This should be halved (and shared 😏)."

"These sugary pancakes are designed to stuff you with calories but then leave you hungry in just an hour. Pair with a hearty, greasy burger so your tummy doesn't get rumbly."

"Eat this one as quickly as possible so you can fit seconds in before it expands in your stomach. Have a friend on hand for belly rubs. You'll need it for this one."

#the way you write is so clever #ily <3