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Contrast

Summary: Changbin and Chan started their relationship on a feedist forum with them expressing interest in their weight contrast as Chan was very athletic while Changbin was not. That is until Chan realizes maybe he wants to be a feedee too.

Chan had met Changbin ages ago online. They had started discussing feedism, Changbin’s interest as growing as a feedee, and Chan who’s interest solely lied in being a feeder. He relished in the contrast as he maintained his athletic physique, regularly going to the gym and getting supportive texts from Changbin while he would be glutting himself at home. There was no greater joy for him then getting home, exhausted from a workout, just to see Changbin lying on their couch in a food coma, lazily rubbing at his overstuffed tummy.

Over the years, he’d been proud, seeing Changbin grow fatter, his cheeks chubbier, stomach rounder, appetite larger. Meanwhile, his physique stayed the same, very little changes from his strict routine. Yet, sometimes, Chan couldn’t help but stare at himself in the mirror and feel oddly disappointed.

There was a small part of his brain that would wonder what it would be like to be fatter. To have a plump belly just like the one he loved to see so much on Changbin. See the gradual changes as he slacks off going to the gym and document his gain right alongside Changbin’s.

Chan brushes the thought away, they had started their relationship with a mutual understanding of weight contrast, and he was afraid of Changbin’s potential reactions, so the obvious solution was to just bottle these thoughts up and never address them.

What Chan hadn’t been expecting was his own insomnia to be the catalyst for his (accidental) weight gain journey.

Changbin’s always been cuddly, more so at night. And while he’s generally understanding of Chan’s workaholic ways, he could only take so much. Which is how Chan found the door to his home studio being opened, a cup of ramen thrust into his hand, and a disapproving sigh from Changbin.

“It’s 3am. Why are you still up?”

“I could ask you the same thing.”

Changbin rolled his eyes, “I was sleeping, got a little hungry so I made cup ramen, only to see my boyfriend still awake and working.”

Chan grinned sheepishly, “At least the sun hasn’t risen yet?”

Changbin glared for a moment, before pouting, “Just finish your cup noodles so we can go to bed. I need my Channie cuddles.”

They sat in silence, the only sound being Chan slurping up his ramen while Changbin lazily combed through his hair. Inside, Chan was reeling, imagining how nice it’d be to have this exact moment but peppered in with Changbin’s praise for eating so well.

He finished the noodles, and they walked to their bedroom. As Chan laid down, he was surprised by just how sleepy he felt. Using Bin’s plush chest as a pillow and hyper aware of his full belly, he was asleep in minutes, something completely unusual for him.

It turns into a routine.

Sometimes Changbin will wake up to get a late night snack for himself, before stopping by the studio to get Chan his own snack and corral him to bed, other times Changbin will leave him snacks or purposefully leave a takeout container in the fridge with instructions for Chan to take it. So he does. And maybe he adds some more treats for himself on the days he’s left to his own devices. The thing is, it’s so nice, getting comfortably full, tucking himself into bed next to his clingy boyfriend, and falling asleep faster than he’d thought himself capable of.

Still, Chan resolved himself to workout more, to balance out his late night indulgences due to the fear of Changbin’s disapproval still lingering over him. Of course, what Chan hadn’t accounted for were the spring storms that would completely discourage him from leaving their apartment.

Chan stares out the window, he’s already in his gym clothes, his bag ready with his spare clothes, water bottle, and protein shake. Meanwhile, Changbin is lazing on their couch, wrapped in a blanket with a bowl of popcorn in front of him.

“You could always just skip today,” Changbin says, then pats the empty seat, “It’s good cuddling weather.”

Chan mulls it over, hesitating as he considers. Does he really want to walk in the rain, workout, walk back home in the rain, just to have to shower and be greeted by a Changbin who will likely be sleeping, or stay in and get cuddled while watching cheesy dramas.

He drops his gym bag on the floor, “I’ll make another bowl of popcorn.”

They watch two episodes of a drama, both of them contentedly eating their bowls of popcorn. By the end of the second episode, Chan feels that familiar fullness and being wrapped in a warm blanket and snuggled next to Changbin is almost enough to put him to sleep. That is until Changbin sees him, and giggles.

“Aww, my habits are rubbing off on you hyung.”

Chan blushes, not wanting to admit just how that tiny sentiment lit a fire in his belly. He laughs it off, “Yeah, I guess so.”

The rain doesn’t let up for the next week, and having given in once makes it much easier to just stay in and laze around with Changbin again.

Once the rain stops though, Chan waits for Changbin to say something, make some type of comment about his gym habits, about how he matches Changbin’s meals at dinner and their late night snacks. But it never comes. Changbin just watches him fondly, always kissing him sweetly after they finish a big meal, and getting blankets ready to laze on the couch together.

Chan enjoys the new routine. He likes being around Changbin, getting to cuddle more makes Chan appreciate just how big he’s gotten. The new double chin that’s forming, especially prominent when he smiles or laughs, how it’s becoming harder to wrap his arms around Changbin’s tummy with just how much weight has settled there, not to mention the fact that their two-seater couch is beginning to be a tight squeeze for Chan with how much space Changbin’s taking up. Not to mention how this has changed Chan’s own body as well.

It’s when the gym membership auto payment notification appears on his phone that Chan realizes he hasn’t gone to the gym in a month.

Going to the bedroom, he looks himself over in the mirror. His body doesn’t look that different as far as he can tell, little changes in his arm and leg tone. But then, he takes his shirt off, and his once well defined abs are gone and there’s a small layer of pudge. Chan finds himself feeling giddy, his mind reeling with excitement imagining his future gain.

That is until Changbin also enters the room.

“Hey handsome,” Changbin says, and Chan can see the smirk on Changbin’s face reflected back on the mirror.

Changbin walks up behind him, and then unexpectedly, he wraps his arms around Chan, his hands grabbing tight onto his tiny tummy.

Chan squirms out of the hold, suddenly embarrassed and Changbin looks at him, concerned.

“What’s wrong?”

Chan fidgets with his hands as he tries to explain, “I-I um gained some weight recently,” his voice lowering towards the end.

Changbin scrunched his eyebrows, “Ok, and?”

“And it, um, it turns me on,” Chan says, feeling his face flush as he stammers his confession out.

He raises his head to look at Changbin, who’s just confused, “Am I missing something? What’s the problem?”

“I didn’t think you’d still find me attractive.”

Changbin dramatically sighs, “We literally met on a fat fetish forum.”

“Well yeah, but you were interested in contrast, I didn’t know how you’d react!”

Changbin pulls Chan close to give him a kiss, “You overthinking dummy. Contrast does appeal to me, but I’d love a mutual weight gain more.”

“Wait really?”

“Of course, if you decide to start going to the gym again I’ll be happy, or if you decide to put relationship weight on with me, I’ll be happy too.”

“Oh,” Chan mulls the statement over, “And what if I said I wanted to get as fat as you.”

Changbin smirks, “Well it looks like you have some catching up to do.”

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cutiedwaekki · 2 days

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guyyyyyyyyysss

I know i have many drafts to finish but no desire to do so rn.

Pls give me ideas for a fic to write plssss♡♡

#cdrandomtalks #I want to write but idk what

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cutiedwaekki · 7 days

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Bonjour ✨️🎀

I offer you today a precious plot my friend.

imagine, Changbin who one night receives an email in his spam saying that he has been selected by the wish factory to grant him a wish from the moment he reads this email. Changbin, not believing in it, then sarcastically wishes to gain 50 kg by the end of the year. And strangely after that moment everything was put in place so that he could gain weight (closed gym, new fast food, constant hunger, a metabolism that stored fat very easily and a boyfriend who liked to see him eating so well)

How do you think he will react? 🤭

Bonjour 💜💫

Hope you’ll like it ! 🤭

Make a wish

While he should have been resting all day, all Changbin had been doing at the start of the year was administrative work and sorting documents on his computer. It's not that he didn't like it, but he would have liked to spend the day with his friends, or at least have a good meal. But as the day was drawing to a close, he was finally going to get some rest, until one of the e-mails caught his eye.

YOU'VE BEEN SELECTED TO HAVE THE OPPORTUNITY TO MAKE A WISH

CLICK TO WISH AND MAKE IT HAPPEN

Changbin rolled his eyes at the spam in front of him, sighed and rise from his chair, not noticing that the page had opened in his browser. He then went into the kitchen to start making himself a meal for the evening.

"Thats so stupid...a wish ? Come on. Thats never going to works...Im not that stupid Internet..." He laughs as he continues to cook. "Like I'm going to say: a wish ? Oh yes dear internet browser make me gain 50 kilos before the end of the year!" He said, continuing to laugh as he cooked himself his meal.

What he didn't notice was the page on his computer refreshing itself at the sound of his voice, then closing itself as if nothing had happened. That evening, Changbin went to bed for the first time on a full stomach: not only had he finished his meal, but the gurgling of his stomach had drawn him to his desserts, which he had just emptied from the cupboard. It was unusual for him to eat so much, especially in the evening, when he was usually careful. But his mind scrambled, taking him down a new path, a new constant hunger, and a stomach in need of food.

It wasn't long before these events occurred with increasing frequency. Changbin found himself ordering home in the evenings, having food delivered, passing a patisserie and buying a dozen before going to work, enjoying the sweets on offer in cafés, accepting meals from friends, and even cooking a larger proportion for himself. The most surprising thing was that his gym had closed, preventing him from regular physical activity, and a new feeling took over in his body, the laziness of doing sport, and his old desire for sport was replaced by the feeling of preferring to be at home and eat a good meal. What he didn't even notice in his changes was his belly becoming more and more prominent, those tshirts finding it harder and harder to contain, but Changbin didn't seem to notice. His appetite over the last few weeks had increased tenfold and he was taking a certain pleasure in eating so much, as if there was something behind it.

But even if he wasn't paying attention to all these little changes, someone, his dear friend Minho was noticing that his friend was looking a lot plumper than before. Changbin's face had become rounder in recent weeks, almost giving him a younger look, his muscular arms began to jiggle more and more as he walked, and his thighs even began to touch as he walked. It was the same for his belly, which must have been much softer, and he sometimes found himself gently massaging it as he ate, feeling a pleasure inside him that he'd never felt before. When Changbin noticed that his favorite pants didn't fit him anymore, he looked at himself in the mirror and was quite confused: how long had his face had a double chin ? And why was his belly starting to cover his pelvis ? Changbin shrugged his shoulders without really seeming to care. He then put on one of his jogging suits and joined Minho in town, who had offered to take him to a buffet, which Changbin couldn't say no to. Minho was quite observant and had noticed every change in Changbin's body, and he intended to make the most of it. Minho had noticed the changes in his friend's body, and he would have been a fool not to take advantage of the situation. After all, what could be better than his lifelong crush turning into the feedee of his dreams ?

Changbin arrived at the buffet and Minho greeted him, and headed for the restaurant's banquettes, before taking a seat opposite him. Changbin was surprised to see that his belly was touching the table in front of him, and wanted to move back, but there didn't seem to be enough space between him and the bench. Minho watched the scene unfold before his eyes with a smile, observing the way Changbin didn't really know how to live with this new body, as if he thought he was still fit and muscular.

"Something wrong binnie ?" Minho asked, Changbin lifted his head and droid again, and his belly suddenly slid under the table, finally making him some space.

"No...its just...I thought space was tight... "

"Yes thats the same for me actually...dont worry" Minho said with a smile, and Changbin felt reassured that it wasn't just him, even though Minho unlike Changbin seemed to have plenty of room to be comfortable whereas the only thing that was wide on Changbin's side was himself.

"Do you want me to choose for you? Looks like its gonna be difficult to...stand...because of the space you know..." Changbin looked at Minho, slightly surprised by his proposal, but agreed. After all, he'd already come on foot, and he didn't know why, but recently walking had become more...complicated...as if he'd become heavier somehow.

Minho wasted no time in getting up and filling plates for his friend, who was waiting patiently for Minho to bring him his food, which he was already salivating over. Minho then placed a few plates in front of him, before leaving to serve some more. Without a moment's thought, Changbin began to eat, and Minho saw him start from his side of the buffet and hurried to fill the plates, not wanting to miss out on the show his friend was about to put on for him. He then returned to Changbin and began to eat in his turn, but I couldn't help but look at Changbin who was practically inhaling his food, everything was going so fast and he almost had the impression that his friend didn't have control over his body, and if he did then he looked more like a pig than a human. Minho then swallowed and Changbin continued to fill his stomach, feeling that he still had room to put more inside, he felt so much better with so much food around him. The sushi were delicious and every mouthful delighted him, the side dishes were just as excellent and little by little his stomach demanded more, it was almost as if it was made for him to gorge himself to the max. Changbin then continued to lose himself in the food under Minho's watchful gaze, and everything came to a sudden halt when Changbin's T-shirt, far too small to contain his enormous belly, began to roll up under his breasts, revealing his big, full belly. Minho's eyes widened and he barely had time to react when he saw Changbin shrug his shoulders and continue eating as if nothing had happened, while all around them everyone had noticed this obese man gorging himself like a pig.

"Youve seems to enjoy yourself recently right binnie ?"

"Mmh...what?" said Changbin with his mouth full, Minho then stood up and slid next to him on the bench seat before grabbing his belly in his hands.

"How can you ignore this wonder, you look so cute with these big fat cheeks and that belly of yours...how did you do this to yourself ?" Changbin look at Minho a little bit confused and then look at his belly, yes he was fat but...had it changed that much?

"M'not that fat." replied Changbin as he continued to eat, not wanting to lose his rhythm, while Minho continued to gently massage his belly, allowing him to release the air that was blocking him but also to take pleasure in this now sensitive area. Minho smiled softly and whispered to himself.

"For now... "

The months passed and the relationship between the two grew, Minho continued to ask Changbin to see him and Changbin was always enthusiastic about spending time with Minho. Minho who gave him the best belly rubs, Minho who took care of cooking for him, Minho who never came without dessert, Minho who brought him clothes in size XXL and more, Minho who did everything for his little Changbin...well not that little. Because with this new lifestyle, this new way of eating, he was getting fatter and fatter, stretch marks had appeared on his belly and thighs, redecorating his body. His belly now formed a double belly, which usually protruded from his T-shirts, wings of fat had formed on his back, and his double chin had become so prominent that it prevented him from lowering his head properly. Changbin had even had to adapt his apartment to his new size, taking care to change some chairs for sturdier ones, and as Minho was practically living with him now he hardly needed to do anything to get food, simply waiting for it to come to him, and Minho had everything to fill the black hole that had become Changbin's stomach.

And finally the end of the year arrived, Changbin's body had changed drastically over the last few months and his body was now composed of pure fat, his belly fell so low in front of him, that sometimes he was embarrassed to walk, his arms also formed several rolls that jiggled when he deigned to move, yes Changbin could walked. But he changes so much that even Minho was discoing more to love everyday. And finally at the new year, when midnight came, and the year end Changbin felt as if he had come to his senses, he looked around and the only thing in front of him was a pile of food waiting for him, Minho with food in his hands for feeding Changbin and his protruding belly facing him. Changbin straightened up and hurried (well, at his own pace) to the bathroom, set his eyes on the mirror and was surprised to see himself in it. What could have happened ? How could he be so fat ? He felt like his old self has disappear, but on the other hand, it was as he'd absorbed his old self in fat as far as the eye could see. Changbin then climbed onto his scales, which hadn't been used in months, looked down and was surprised to realize that he couldn't see his feet or the number on the scale; he felt his heart pounding and flashbacks of the year came back to him as he went along. *Why did I let this happen?* he asked himself. And suddenly Minho came up behind him , confused and when he saw him on the scale he looked at his lover with a smile, finding it adorable how Changbin looked on those scales but unable to read his weight.

"Need help babe ?" Changbin turned around in surprise.

"Minho what happen to me ? How can I be this fat ? Look at that ! My belly...how can I have a double belly ?"

"It's more like a triple but whatever...I mean how would you like to be ? Skinny ?" Minho start laughing. "With the way you've been eating all this year there's no way for you to be thin."

" But...how ? I didn't... " Suddenly Changbin remember his wish. " Minho how much Im weighting right now ? " Minho looked at the scale, caressing his boyfriend as he passed, it was always a pleasure to touch Changbin's bulges specifically those on his buttocks.

"You're 132 right now...oh woh, you're such a big boy...look at you my lovely piggy..." Said Minho as he cuddled him tenderly, taking his belly in his hand and starting to play with it.

"I GAIN 50 KILOS THIS YEAR ? FUCK. I know what happen !" Changbin then said, heading into the living room before picking up his computer, followed by a confused Minho.

He then opened his e-mails and began to search through his inbox for e-mails from the past year, but nothing had turned up. Sighing, he looked at Minho, who sat down beside him and continued to cuddle him, as if to reassure him. Changbin smiled softly, it's true he'd put on weight, but in addition to his 50 kilos he'd also gained a tender and affectionate boyfriend. He then kissed Minho gently on the cheek, and Minho was quick to return the kiss, showing how much he loved him. Suddenly they heard a notification on Changbin's computer and turned their heads towards it. Changbin clicked on it and the e-mail appeared.

Did your wish come true ?

click here for one more wish, so much to gain, nothing to loose

Minho looked at Changbin, who seemed confused, and realized what must have been going on all year. Minho stroked Changbin's belly before moving his hands up to his double chin.

"No need to wish more Binnie, I'll make you weight gain myself. I'll make you into my perfect Dwaekki."

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cutiedwaekki · 10 days

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seasons of love

—how do you measure a year in the life ?

Chan centric

summary :admire how with the seasons changing, Chan too

contain : weight gain , tight clothes , mention of humiliation

A/n : the joke is this idea came to me because of my spring allergies 😭

Anyway enjoy ♡

(o´・∀・)o

🏖

On the crowded beach, Chan was relaxing under an umbrella, savoring the sea breeze and the sound of the waves.

His robust, muscular torso glistening in the sunlight. His broad, powerful shoulders proudly supported her torso, while her muscular arms loomed with every movement. But underneath, his pear-shaped morphology was beginning to stand out. His widened hips formed a striking contrast to his shoulders, and his belly, though still flat, showed signs of becoming more plump as he continued to feast on barbecue and cold drinks.

Next to him, his friend Felix jokingly remarked, You know, Chan, maybe you should slow down a bit with those sodas. You're liable to put on weight, man.

Chan smiled, shaking his head. Ah, man, you're always exaggerating. I'm in great shape! But even then, he felt a twinge of conscience. Maybe Felix was right, but for now, he'd rather focus on the pleasures of summer.

🍂

As the leaves fell from the trees, Chan was faced with an unexpected problem. Trying to pull on his usual pants, he realized they were stuck halfway down his thighs.

Frustrated, he cried out, Changbin, you've fucked up with the washing machine again ! My pants have shrunk

Changbin looked up from his book, one eyebrow raised. Hyung I didn't touch the washing machine...maybe it's you who's getting too big for your clothes

he suggested, avoiding looking directly at the delicate situation.

Chan froze, realizing with horror that this was the truth. His tight pants were a clear sign of weight gain.

But that didn't stop Chan and he continued to enjoy the culinary pleasures of the season.

And the more he ate the more his usual pants no longer rose above his enlarged ass, and he found himself tugging at the seams to try to close them. It's not that bad he told himself as he adjusted his pants.

—Maybe I should just buy a size up.Yet even as he spoke these words, he couldn't ignore the slight double chin that was beginning to form under his once chiseled chin.

❄️

During the winter months, Chan would get carried away by the festive atmosphere, indulging in hearty, meals rich in carbohydrates.

His body began to show signs of its transformation. His belly, once flat and firm, was gradually becoming more massive and spongy, now standing out visibly from his pants.

—I'm not that fat ,he reassured himself as he looked in the mirror, although the clothes stretched against his belly left no doubt about the obvious.

With the winter holidays were Chan's chance to reunite with his family, but also to face their well-meaning comments.

As he stood in the living room, his grandmother approached him with a warm smile. Oh, look at you, Chan! You look so cute with your round cheeks! she exclaimed, pinching his cheek affectionately.

Yes, you look very healthy, darling, added her mother with a radiant smile. Looks like you've been enjoying the good food

Chan smiled weakly, but inside he felt relieved . His family's compliments reassured him with his changing appearance.

🌼

With the arrival of spring, Chan finally realized the extent of his transformation. His reflection in the mirror showed him a man he no longer recognized.

Maybe I should do something he murmured, stroking his prominent belly.Yet even as he formulated this thought, he couldn't ignore the obvious signs of his physical decline. His double chin was now clearly visible, while his cheeks had lost their angular definition. His belly, once flat and firm, now protruded conspicuously from his clothes, transformed into a soft, flabby mass.

His clothes didn't fit like they used to, and every curve of his body reminded him of his weight gain. He approached the scale, hesitating for a moment before stepping onto it. The flashing figure made him frown, much higher than he'd expected.

He rummaged in his drawer and pulled out a few photos of himself when he was younger and in peak condition. The comparison was painful, but necessary.

What's happened to me? he wondered aloud, letting out a sigh.Just then, Changbin knocked on his bedroom door.

—Hey, Chan, the pizza's here! he announced enthusiastically.Chan nodded, putting the photos away before getting up to join his friend.

He didn't know why but he couldn't admit that this transformation didn't make him mad as he was pretending to or maybe i shouldn't change

🏖

Summer returned, and with it came Chan's moment of truth. His reflection in the mirror bore no resemblance to the muscular, confident young man he had once been

it's just who I am now he murmured, accepting every curve and crease as part of himself.

On the bustling beach, Chan stood, his gaze wandering over the sparkling waves. Beside him, Felix smiled, remarking,

—Hey, Chan, you look great! Have you lost weight this winter?

Chan raised a teasing eyebrow, a mischievous smile on his lips.

—Have you noticed? It's all thanks to my special sugary diet! Look at me, I'm magnificent just as I am! With a little effort, you could look like me in no time he replied with a light chuckle, rubbing his belly as he sipped his soda.

Felix burst out laughing, recognizing his friend's new attitude.

—You're right, mate. You look absolutely gorgeous like that ! No one could resist you not

Chan felt good about himself, accepting not only his body but also his friends' teasing. On this sunny beach, he felt free to be himself, with every curve and crease part of his unique charm. It was the beginning of a new era for Chan, a season of confidence and joie de vivre. And at this very moment, he knew he was ready to embrace every moment with a bright smile.

—But slow down on the soda Chan ... i want some too

Chan laughs, maybe next summer he won't be the only one to have changed

#weight gain #my fic #my fics #skz chubby #chubby skz #chubby chan

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cutiedwaekki · 10 days

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Aahh I was wondering if you could maybe write binnies reaction to Jisung buying him the skirts he had been eyeing for awhile, playfully ushering binnie off to try them on. ! <3

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH okay first request here we go, be prepared !! i hope you like it <3

Stray Skirts by @jaethecreator wc: 3.1k

Tags: BinSung, Cross-dressing, Skirts, Thigh Highs, Top Han Jisung, Bottom Seo Changbin, Fluff, Smut, College Student Han Jisung, Producer Seo Changbin, Slight Confidence Issues, Praise, Body Worship, BJ, Jisung is horny and Changbin suffers (in a good way).

If you looked at Seo Changbin from the outside, you’d have multiple thoughts. One: he can look quite intimidating. Many colleagues found the producer quite hard to approach. However, those close to him knew him as a mood-maker and the victim of many giggle-fits. Two: he was big. Large arms hugged by the cuffs of his shirt sleeves, and an even larger chest actively trying to escape said shirt. Three: his wardrobe was darker than most. The clothes Changbin tended to wear ranged from mostly ebony to cool black. No one but his boyfriend knew the plethora of colors hidden in his closet...

If you looked at Han Jisung from the outside, your thoughts would vary. One: he looked like a bit of a nerd. Large glasses with a sheepish smile were his go-to. Two: he’s quiet. The only time he wasn’t quiet was with close friends or his boyfriend. When he was comfortable, however, Jisung could be just as loud as any extrovert. Three: people assume he can’t be the top when standing beside his boyfriend. Behind closed doors though, the number of times he’d left Changbin pleased as punch with cum leaking from his hole was countless.

Initial thoughts aside, no one could guess from looking at the two in public that Changbin liked to cross-dress. Specifically, he loved to wear skirts. Feeling so free and pretty appealed to him more than he’d like to admit. When he’d first confessed it to Jisung, he was shy. The apples of his cheeks and the shells of his ears were pink, even as Jisung carded his fingers through Changbin’s curly hair and assured him nothing was wrong with what he loved. After learning the fact, he enthusiastically bought his boyfriend a skirt with hearts in his eyes the next day. Changbin found it hard to truly ask for things, always eager to please and satisfy—but there was nothing more that Jisung wanted to do than treat his boyfriend with whatever he wanted.

But Jisung didn’t just stop at one skirt.

Much to his wallet’s display (queue crickets chirping and cobwebs inside), Changbin was gifted skirts every two weeks. He still hadn’t built up the confidence to go shopping for them in person yet, so Jisung took to learning his sizing himself and surprising him every few weeks. Thankfully, an "accidental" discovery made his purchasing easier this week.

Changbin had left after having dinner with Jisung in their apartment to make his way to the studio he worked at, where he'd presumably be working on music till late at night. Unfortunately for Changbin, he had left behind his work laptop. Feeling stressed (even though it wasn’t him who left the computer), Jisung noticed and immediately grabbed the charging cord to unplug it. However, the unplugging of the laptop had woken the screen, and Jisung’s curiosity got the best of him.

The tab that had caught his interest was a site called Stray Skirts.

Jisung glanced side to side as if somehow Changbin was watching him (he wasn’t, obviously). He tilted his head as his eyes scanned the clothing website's page. After they settled on the wish-list icon at the top right, Jisung licked his lips determinedly and clicked once more. A screen filled with beautiful skirts opened, each selectively hearted by his adoring boyfriend. A soft coo left his lips, knowing Changbin would have looked drop-dead gorgeous in every single one. Truly, Jisung had never seen something not look perfect on Changbin—like it wasn’t made for him to wear.

Quickly choosing, Jisung added the top 3 skirts from Changbin’s wish list to the shopping cart. The first was a black faux leather miniskirt. The second skirt was a gorgeous mesh black floral print, much longer than the first one he’d seen. Lastly, the third and final skirt was Jisung’s favorite— a cream lace miniskirt that would pair beautifully with any piece in his boyfriend’s closet. He could already feel his heart fluttering just imagining Changbin opening his gifts and looking so pretty in his skirts, soft thighs spreading underneath them as he sat down. The way the leather of the first skirt would hug the front of his tummy and the curves of his ass, highlighting two of Jisung’s favorite parts of Changbin’s body. Warmth rose to his cheeks, while also sinking elsewhere.

"Get it together, Jisung..." He mumbled to himself.

Trying to calm his excitement, Jisung shook his head like a snow globe and began to put in his card information to make the purchase. He knew using the same account already logged in could risk Changbin finding out about the surprise, but Jisung couldn’t ignore that his boyfriend had reward points available to be used at checkout. Being a college student was tough, so if he could save money while pampering his boyfriend—Jisung was all up for it. After purchasing, he set up the tracking to be sent to his phone and email instead of Changbin’s.

Once he finished paying and knew he’d left no way for his boyfriend to discover the surprise, Jisung triumphantly puffed his chest and placed his hands on his hips—feeling proud of himself. However, this didn’t last long. The second he’d exhaled he felt his posture deflating, as he realized now he’d need to see his boyfriend in person and would have to keep the surprise a secret. Part of him started to feel a little guilty for taking so long to bring his boyfriend’s laptop, but surely he could forgive him in the name of love and romance.

Speaking of his boyfriend, it seemed he’d realized he’d left his work laptop at home by the vibration in his pocket. Changbin was calling Jisung’s phone asking him to bring it probably, so he put the computer away in its bag. Once he answered the phone, Jisung was greeted by Changbin’s sweet voice.

“Yeobo… I think I left my laptop on the coffee table. Can you bring it, please?”

“Jagi, please. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t?”

“Not mine! My boyfriend would run 100 miles if I asked!”

“I would! You’d have to carry me back though, I don’t think my legs could take all that cardio..”

“Mine neither, but that’s beside the point! Be careful on your way, Jisungie—I love you!”

“Love you too hyung!”

If you saw Jisung’s face, you could tell his smile was warm and genuine. His eyes and lips shared the same expression, swelling with happiness and love after talking with Changbin on the phone. He couldn’t wait to see his boyfriend, even if he’d only been gone for an extremely short time. Was it possible to be just as excited about the gift as Changbin would be once he received it?

————————3 days later————————

The day the skirts arrived was perfect. Jisung’s classes were canceled because of an incident on campus, and Changbin had decided to work on some song lyrics at home. This meant the couple could be lazy together, basking in each other’s warmth and presence. There was nothing more that Changbin wanted to do than spend the day snuggled against his boyfriend.

Changbin had left Jisung’s koala grab to shower, returning from their bathroom with only a towel wrapped low around his waist. Wet messy curls rested perfectly on his head, looking more delicious than he did going in. Jisung couldn’t help but ogle at his boyfriend’s body, causing the other to smirk and flex his arms. However, Changbin's arms weren’t the first parts Jisung's eyes had landed on.

The swell of his chest came first. Jisung's eyes darted from the top of Changbin's hair to the pair of tits that stared straight at him. He knew the socially acceptable term for them was pecs, but the way the soft flesh often filled the cups of Jisung's hands said otherwise. As he watched Changbin, he couldn’t help but wet his lips. It was easy for Jisung to imagine his teeth taking each nipple into his mouth, giving both buds equal pleasure as he elicited the prettiest of whimpers from his beautiful boyfriend.

God, Jisung was puddy..

After his eyes had their way with Changbin’s plush chest, Jisung's eyes trailed down to the pudge at his waist. Jisung had lovingly marked the skin there plenty of times before and Changbin never tired from the attention. He found the softness of the other’s torso delectable, always trailing his lips and fingers over what he could. Jisung would take the flesh of Changbin’s tummy between his teeth, nipping with his nose pressed into his skin, hands resting on both sides of his waist. He'd hold his beautiful Binnie there, indulging in the little belly that had formed from never saying no to what indulged him.

He’d have continued surveying the sight before him, but at some point, he'd realized Changbin was trying to get his attention by calling his name.

“Baby?”

“Baby..?”

“Sungie...?”

“Sung-ah!”

“Jisung-ah!”

“Han Jisung!”

“Yah, are you even listening to me?! Hello?!”

Jisung was startled as he blinked, realizing he’d zoned out into his own Changbin fantasies when said fantasy was standing there. His eyes immediately looked up, watching as the other stepped closer towards him. Jisung’s hands moved to rest on Changbin’s hips. He held him there, giving him all his attention—his breath waiting on whatever word Changbin would say next.

The older had wanted Jisung to pay attention, but his eyes looked up at him like he was the stars in the sky. He couldn’t help but blush, feeling shyer by the minute.

“Wah.. what’s this atmosphere now? Do you feel bad for not answering?”

Changbin teased him with his words, then used one of his stubbier hands to push a curl behind the shell of Jisung’s ear. Afterward, he used the same hand to begin petting the back of Jisung’s head—an amused smile on his face.

“I was just thinking, Binnie. What’s up?”

“Did you not hear our Alexa? She said a package arrived. I was asking you if you ordered anything?”

“Ahhhh, did Alexa say that? She must be running low on battery.”

“Jisungie. She plugs into the wall.”

“..Right. Well, you should know by now what it is hyung! Did you think I’d forget your skirts?”

Feeling more bashful than before, Changbin looked down while smiling like a fool. Even though he loved the spoiling and pampering from his boyfriend, he’d never say it out loud—but Jisung could read him like a book.

“Yeobo.. you know you don’t have to buy me new ones every few weeks. I never wear them out in public anyways.”

Changbin spoke with a pout on his face. He felt guilty getting so many pretty skirts and never having the confidence to wear them out of the house. He wanted people to see them—he wanted people to see how much Jisung loved him.

A gentle hand meeting his cheek brought the older out of his thoughts. Jisung’s thumb rubbed the soft skin as he felt heat rising under it. When Changbin was blushing prettily like this for him, he couldn’t hide the satisfied smile that’d spread across his face.

“Doesn’t matter. I think you look perfect in every single one. And you feel happy in your skirts, right Binnie?”

Softly sighing, Changbin pressed his cheek further into Jisung’s hand, causing the apple of his cheek to squish against his palm. Jisung giggled at this, which in turn caused Changbin to as well. The sound alone reminded Jisung of wedding bells, but that was a thought for later.

“I’ll take that as a yes. While you finish drying, I’ll go and get the skirts! When I get back, you should give me a little fashion show~”

——————A few minutes later——————

Jisung returned to the bedroom holding the box of skirts as Changbin turned his attention to it. The other had simply changed into his briefs, prepared to get himself in a skirt soon. With a pleased smile, he broke the distance between them and began undoing the ribbon that tied the package together.

A soft gasp left Jisung’s boyfriend, which surprised him. Normally he was much louder than—

“AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!! YOU DIDN’T!!!!! YAAAAAAAH!!!!”

Jisung’s hands had clamped over his ears, eyes screwed shut as he laughed. While Changbin let out happy noises and giggles, the younger was internally gushing at how overjoyed his boyfriend was. Jisung was sure they’d receive a noise complaint, but it was the furthest thing from his mind. When he saw Changbin excitingly putting on the mesh skirt, it felt like an invisible weight had been lifted off his shoulders. Nothing felt better than making the other so happy.

Anything and everything he’d been stressing out over the past two weeks disappeared from his mind simply because of how happy his boyfriend looked. He’d remember them all tomorrow, but now—he felt free. Free to indulge in his lover’s happiness.

“Do you like them, jagi? I’ve been keeping it a secret!”

“Aish, how could you keep this from me?! They’re beautiful, just like the day I saw them online!”

“You know, I couldn’t have done it without you. We make a good team!”

“..What do you mean, Sung-ah?”

“Remember when you forgot your laptop hyung? I saw the site from there!”

“..Yah. So you spied on my laptop?”

“In the name of love! And romance! Romance isn’t dead! I kept it alive all by myself for the past 3 days, I swear!”

“You’re too funny sometimes... I’m just kidding, yeobo—that doesn’t bother me!”

“Oh thank god.. I thought I was in trouble.”

“Even if you were, how could I be mad when I look this good in the skirt you bought me?”

Jisung’s gaze lowered from Changbin’s face to the skirt he’d put on first, watching his boyfriend playfully wiggling his hips. Was it normal to find someone so cute and sexy all at once? The younger felt his lips parting to speak, but nothing came out as Changbin quickly motioned for Jisung to leave the room, claiming he had to grab something as a surprise for him.

“A surprise for me? Hyung, are you trying to one-up me?!”

“Don’t say something like that! I’m just returning the favor, that’s all. I’ve had them for a while anyways...”

Jisung tilted his head, curious about what his boyfriend could be referring to. However, Changbin gave him a look that meant “If you don’t leave now, I’ll make you leave” which was hot in theory, but he also didn’t feel like getting pushed out of their shared bedroom—so he exited on his own accord. When he returned, Jisung felt his jaw go slack.

Changbin was sitting on the bed wearing the cream skirt Jisung had bought him over his black briefs and a pair of white thigh-highs. Jisung’s mouth went dry as he took the view in, still not used to how cute his boyfriend looked wearing the clothing. Changbin’s legs were already gorgeous and thick, but the soft material of the thigh-highs stretching over his tanned skin and hugging his plush thighs was enough to send Jisung into cardiac arrest.

“You look like a dream.”

“Wanted to put the skirt on for you, Sungie. Wanted to look pretty when you came back.”

Changbin all but batted his eyelashes, even as Jisung walked closer to the bed. Using both hands, Jisung gently separated his boyfriend’s legs to give himself more access. One by one he placed kiss after kiss along the flesh of Changbin’s inner thighs, his hands smoothing up and down the outer sides. He could feel a subtle squirm here and there, which only filled Jisung with the confidence he needed.

Jisung carefully filled the space between them, one of his hands holding the back of Changbin’s head as he pressed their lips together, hovering over him. Once the older’s hands met his waist, Jisung deepened the kiss, free hand splayed against Changbin’s back. The hand that took solace in his curls began to tug, causing his boyfriend to whine softly as their lips parted. He knew it was time for him to make his baby feel good.

“So fucking gorgeous...”

He mumbled against Changbin’s plump lips, taking the bottom one between his teeth. Jisung gently laid the other against the bed, his hands moving to squeeze at his chest. Mewling and whining underneath him, Binnie was looking gorgeous—large muscles all for show. It was so sexy knowing that Changbin could overpower him at any second, but that he chose to submit so beautifully underneath Jisung every time.

Jisung gently licked a stripe between Changbin’s pecs, hands continuing their ministrations until he took a nipple into his mouth. A soft gasp left his boyfriend, Changbin’s lips performing a perfect “o” shape as his eyelashes fluttered. The younger couldn’t help the wetness of his lips as he pulled away, looking like a man possessed.

“Fuck.. feels like these tits were made for my mouth, hyung. Are they mine..? They’re mine, yeah?”

He pressed a kiss to the nipple he’d finished sucking on, then moved to Changbin’s other pec. Underneath him, his boyfriend could barely answer the question asked to him with a strained “Mhm..” The pleased noises escaping Changbin were a sign that it was time for Jisung to go further.

If Changbin hadn’t been able to answer fully before, Jisung pulling off his skirt and briefs and then taking him into his mouth had left him speechless. The lips around his cock sent a shiver down his spine, his toes curling in response as well. Jisung had Changbin throbbing between his legs, his strong hands gripping the bed sheets beside him. Moans escaped the older left and right, feeling debauched and at Jisung’s disposal.

“M’gonna cum, Sung-ah... Binnie’s gonna cum.”

Jisung hummed around his shaft as Changbin whined, feeling like he’d see stars soon because of how good the other made him feel. The fact that Jisung was still fully clothed in front of him somehow made it even sexier in the older’s eyes. He screwed them shut after the realization, doll lips so pretty and pink as they formed moan after moan. Jisung continued to swirl his tongue, sucking Changbin through until his orgasm.

With a huff, Changbin’s hips jolted several times before cumming into Jisung’s mouth. The younger was plenty prepared to take every drop while his boyfriend writhed on the bed sheets. While swallowing, Jisung gulped down Changbin’s load and pulled back, a groan leaving his lips.

“Hyung.. you look fucking delicious. Need to be in you... need my jagi filled with my cock.”

His voice was croaky, making Jisung sound so desperate for him that it took Changbin’s breath away. Quickly, the younger began pulling his clothes off and wriggling out of his underwear, revealing how hard and dripping with precum he was. Changbin gasps at the sight, eyes trained on his boyfriend as Jisung reaches into the nightstand for lube and begins coating his fingers. When his attention turned back to Changbin, a smirk was plastered across his face.

“You like being filled up.. right Binnie?”

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cutiedwaekki · 13 days

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MORE MORE 💳💥💳💥💳💥💳

i dont really see hyunjin as a super aggressive/hard dom. he gives me soft dom/service top, very appreciative and so so ready to worship his partner. he likes to take his time and really make love, every inch of you is so beautiful to him and the body underneath him is a canvas that he wants to pour his heart into. his hands love to map the edges and curves of your body, hands gliding over you like clay molding pottery. hes such a loverboy and so so whipped. he definitely takes beautiful nude photos of you as the two of you make a beautiful mess of the bed. sometimes he’ll get paint involved. maybe painting your naked back one day while hovering over you, not knowing how sensitive you’d be to the soft brushing against your back. shivers down your spine and a growing wetness in your panties. as he finishes the detailing of his masterpiece with one hand, he’d use his other to dig underneath you, palming at the spot that grew larger and larger at the front of your underwear. he’d mumble about you, saying “my muse feels so wet already.. did you like my painting that much?” you’d whine underneath him, which was music to his ears. he’d sit you up, your back pressed against his chest, probably making a mess of the painting but he doesn’t care. the real masterpiece is the body before him. with you sat on your knees against him, he uses one hand to fondle one of your breasts, his fingers teasing at the bud of your nipple. his other hand would take solace between your thighs, his thumb digging under the waistband of your panties to pull them down. you wiggle your hips a little to help shimmy them down, which earns a grunt from hyunjin behind you as your ass grazes his throbbing cock. once your panties are down, his hand goes to work, finger circling your clit. the noises coming from your lips cause hyunjin to get fidgety, his movements frantic as his briefs grow with a similar wetness. after getting you off, you turn around to face hyunjin and let your hand take hold of his waistband, letting his pretty cock free itself from the cloth. with his face buried into your breasts, mouthing and nipping at the skin, your hand takes hold of his length, slowly working up and down. hes so so impatient, and at one point its more like him fucking into your fist. he still occupies his mouth by sucking on one of your tits, and in the end he ends up releasing all over your stomach. he smiles weakly at you, hands moving to cup your cheeks to kiss you plenty after both of you felt so floaty and warm. looking down, a small smirk flits across his face.

“hmm.. i like this painting more. what do you think?”

#cdrandomtalks #we need more of this #i love this so much

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cutiedwaekki · 15 days

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fairytail

—i'm in love with a fairytail

Changbin centric

summary : when the slightly too greedy fairy lets his greed take over

contain : fairy AU ; rapid weight gain ; magic weight gain ; mention of immobility

A/n : because im still not over from fairy changbin in their fanmeeting 🥹😭

( ^-^)ノ∠※。.:*:・'°☆

Once upon a time in the enchanted forest, there lived a little fairy named Changbin.

The fairy was born of a union between a fairy and an ogre who, despite defying the rules of the impossible, loved each other so much that they gave birth to Changbin, a fairy who on the outside seemed quite innocent. But unlike other fairies, Changbin had an insatiable appetite, partly due to his ogre side.

He feasted on all nature's delicious treats: juicy berries, sweet flower nectar and even the most delicate mushrooms. But his guilty pleasure was the magical sweets made by the local elves.

Fortunately for him, he had good genes, although years of gluttony were evident in his plump cheeks and generous hips. But his personality was so energetic and brilliant that he was never mocked, and everyone loved Changbin.

You want to make Changbin happy? Give him some strawberries!

Want to thank him for the favor he did you by guiding the little dwaekki to their lair? Give him rose cookies

Would you like to give him a gift to congratulate him on his wedding with the earth elf Seungmin? A simple layer cake will do.

But that's how it was, everyone knew Changbin as the greedy fairy who refused nothing.

( ^-^)ノ∠※。.:*:・'°☆

In the enchanted glade, Changbin was on his way to the village of the water fairies, where he had spent the day with his friend Yeonjun, chatting about the good old days in front of a heap of food, for if there was one thing that united these two fairies, it was their voracious appetites.

But on the way back, Changbin was attracted by a scent, an unfamiliar yet pungent and comforting smell. As he followed it, he came upon a large fruit tree.

He gazed in admiration at this species of beech he'd never heard of before. The apples were so big, looked so juicy and were an impressive golden color.

Changbin stood in front of the majestic fruit tree, his eyes shining with excitement at the sight of the golden apples. Each fruit seemed to radiate an enchanting aura, a temptation he couldn't resist. He reached out and grabbed the first apple, lifting it carefully before bringing it to his lips.

He was right, they were juicy, it was like drinking apple juice in a single bite, it was divine, he felt as if he'd reached ataraxia, nothing else could disturb him at that moment, nothing.

At least... until he noticed that he'd finished eating the apple. There were no seeds, he'd eaten the whole thing, leaving nothing.He hesitated to continue on his way, but he still wanted that taste in his mouth, he wanted to taste his golden apples again and again.

—Minnie always tells me I should eat more fruit, so he won't mind if I eat some more he said to himself as he picked more and ate them with equal pleasure.

After the second, it took a third, then a fourth, and so on in a never-ending cycle.

But as he continued to eat, he began to feel a weight in his stomach. At first it was just a feeling of fullness, but soon it turned into an oppressive heaviness. He ignored his body's warning signals, determined to satisfy his insatiable greed. The apples seemed to multiply, as if the tree itself was responding to his voracious desire.

Changbin couldn't stop. He began to gobble apples at a frenetic pace, his movements becoming more and more desperate as he sought to appease the insatiable hunger that consumed him. With each mouthful, he felt his stomach stretch a little further, his clothes become tighter and tighter around his waist.

But he couldn't stop. He needed more, always more, as if food had become his only reason for being.As he continued to eat, he began to feel a weight in his stomach. At first it was just a feeling of fullness, but soon it turned into an oppressive heaviness. He ignored his body's warning signals, determined to satisfy his insatiable appetite.

Suddenly, he felt a strange numbness invade his body. His limbs felt heavy, his movements clumsy. He tried to stand up, to fly away as he had done in the past, but his body refused to respond. It was as if he were rooted to the ground, trapped in his own bloated body.

Unbeknownst to him, the golden apples were enchanted. As he ate them, Changbin began to feel his body swell. His body become huge, his fairy wings were increasingly covered with fat. But he couldn't stop, too obsessed by the divine taste of magic apples.

But then , Changbin watched in horror as his reflection appeared in a nearby puddle. His round but delicate face had become round and puffy , he could even notice et second lr even a third chin with cheeks almost grotesquely swollen. His belly protruded from his clothes, a flabby mass of flesh that seemed to have taken possession of his body.

—N-no... it can't be he said, frightened, as he touched his belly, which continued to swell until his belt broke and the button on his pants popped off, ricocheting off the river water.He tried to fasten his pants but couldn't, his belly becoming too big. Then he heard a tearing noise. His thighs had also thickened until they were no longer contained in his pants, just like his ass that just grew bigger until he can't carry all of it and just fall down. Hopefully with those big butt he didn't get hurt.

—Well ... that could be worse .. right ? he thought before the buttons of his shirt popped one by one revealing his massive stomach as well as the opening of his chest hanging heavily on his body

Soon, Changbin had grown so big that he could no longer fly. He tried to flap his wings, but his swollen body stubbornly stayed on the ground. He could no longer fly; his wings couldn't support the weight of his body. As Changbin desperately tried to flap his wings, he cried out for help.

( ^-^)ノ∠※。.:*:・'°☆

Fortunately, his fairy friends Jisung and Felix, who happened to be picking enchanted berries at the same time, came along, attracted by their friend's cries of distress.

They stopped dead in their tracks as they saw the scene unfolding before them: Changbin, once a buff with a slight pudge, now entangled in his own corpulence, trying in vain to fly away in a body far too big for it.

—Changbin, what did happen to you ?exclaimed Jisung, his eyes wide with disbelief.

Felix approached, his face flushed with concern. You can't fly? But why?

Changbin bowed his head in shame. I don't know... I just can't get off the ground.

Jisung and Felix exchanged a look full of concern. "Can you ... get up and walk ?" Ask again Felix.

Changbin blushed in shame, looking down at his stomach while playing with his navel, it was so deep he could stick his entire middle finger in there. he immediately added No... I don't think so

Is it because of... your weight gain? asked Jisung , hesitant to broach the delicate subject.

Changbin nodded, tears welling up in his eyes. Yes, it's because of that. I got too fat to fly.

Jisung laid a comforting hand on Changbin's shoulder. You should have listened to us, my friend. We warned you about the dangers of eating too much. These apples are the apples of passion, only the dwaekkis can eat them without fear because the enzymes in their body can assimilate the side effects without problems. But a fairy... we're is intolerant to these apples, it just makes us blowing up... Felix nodded.

—But now we have to find a way to help you.

Changbin nodded in shame.

( ^-^)ノ∠※。.:*:・'°☆

For two hours his friends had tried everything to get him to stand up, but he was just too fat.

They even had to call on Seungmin, his fiancé, a very powerful elf who could move the earth like a treadmill, bringing Changbin to him without him having to make a single move.

It was then that Seungmin faced the new body of his fiancé.

Felix had told him he'd become fat, but he hadn't expected it. HE WAS IMMOBILE, he could hardly move!

And his face lit up when he saw Changbin. Instead of showing displeasure or disappointment, he approached Changbin and embraced him tenderly.

—Oh my love, it must have been a long day for you, so I'm going to make you a hibiscus infusion, your favorite! With some cookies of course i know you can't drink your tea without them he said, kissing the oldest's forehead as he helped him to get along to their house, which as they talked grew larger, surely a Seungmin spell to make the house spacious enough for his fiancé's new body.

Changbin looked up, touched by Seungmin's comforting words. Really? You don't think I'm... ridiculous?

—Why should I? I've always loved your round cheeks, but now I've got more of you to love he added, pecking his cheek before pebbling happily back into the house.

They say that greed is a villainous flaw, but it's what makes Seo Changbin, the fairy, his greatest asset.

#weight gain #my fic #my fics #skz chubby #chubby skz #chubby changbin

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cutiedwaekki · 15 days

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Oh boy, I have never talked to you before, but I really wanted to tell you that you are someone very creative, with a lot of potential and that I love your ideas sm, but It really makes me sad that you used AI for your last story (yes, I read the post of chubbydwaekki) Bc I feel that writing these types of stories is something really personal, that it requires certain types of thoughts that we only have in a certain mood And I honestly think that using AI makes it lose all the magic

Take this wherever you want, mainly because I'm a ghost reader but idk as a writer and a digital artist, I really feel that i need express my disgust of this type of AI's use

Hi !

First of all thank you for the compliment it makes me really happy that you like my ff 🥰

Now I think I need to explain why I made this fic like that, because I think people are missing something about it.

To start, I would like to say that it was my first time using chatgpt for a fic, and there is a context behind this. As @cutiedwaekki already said, it was because we were talking about it and it was making us laugh. So I was like « omg why not test it ? » and at first when this fic idea came into my mind it was only between me and ChatGPT. I gave the plot to the chat and I was looking at what it wrote, and it was fun for me to do it, alone and just like that, nothing more.

But then I was like « omg this fic is kinda cool » so I was like « why not rewrite it and post it after ? » but the fic was not good, because it was just write by the chat ! As you said, ai don't have that kind of mind. so i take some of the parts that I like, and then I rewrite all the other things myself ! as the dialogues, some description and stuff, and as I write it, it was more like a collaboration and not just some : copy/paste for all the fic, that’s not the truth.

The thing to know about THIS fic is that the point of it was the fact it’s written by me AND the chat, I will not use this in the future because it was just the point of THAT fic. Recently I didn’t have time to write or post, but I still have some idea and I was « why not test something for one fic to see what that can make and the conclusion is : ChatGPT is not bad, but it can’t write the fic in the way people (me included) like it. So yeah I had to modify things and that's why I posted it, because I wanted to make it in the way people would like it.

For the people who said that I was stealing the jobs of other artists, I totally understand that point for art, especially with drawings and animations ! Buut for this, I don’t get it, the point of it once again was just to test something ! And that’s all, I have been writing fics since I’m 13 or something, so I know how to write by myself, and the idea came from me and all that happened in the fic came from me too. It’s not the ai who created that, it’s not the ai who described everything not in a bad way without any help. And also, we are talking about kinky fic, we all know why we write that right ? So I think you can enjoy the fic by itself without thinking about chatgpt ! Who once again, didn’t write the fic in this kinky way ! That’s why I’m here 🤗 to make it cool for people to read it and enjoy, i told you at first it was written in my original language in a bad way so of course I had to make it for people !

I understand that it can really be interesting to talk about ai in the future, but trust me try to write a fic with chatgpt and not correct it. It will be bad and not kinky…

Anyway ! I love to write fics and I will continue to do that in the future because I like it, and I have been writing this kind of fic for a year now and I will not stop, and I will not use chatgpt because that’s NOT the goal of my fic. If I take an example when I write « Maknae on Top » that was the original idea of @cutiedwaekki and I made it for her. So what does this mean ? Does that mean she used someone to write a fic ? When people make a request and we write it, does that mean we’re stealing the job for the person who has the original idea ? I don’t think so ! I know it’s not the same but i think it’s a good point to illustrate what can be the point of the fic and why we write it.

So ! This fic was an attempt to create something fun, new and cool. But people didn’t like it, because everyone is thinking that this will DESTROY the kinky authors and fics, but that's not the truth. Once again, it was just to test, and have fun for me and for you. Nothing more. I sincerely hope that everyone will understand now that I talk about it. I hope this message is clear and that you will understand why this fic exists.

I really hope you understand now, we can still talk about it. I’m really sorry that people didn’t like it, and in the end, I’m sad too. Because I’m taking time for my fic, even this one, I take more time on this one that some others you know…so yeah I was a bit disappointed to have reaction like that, because I was just a test, but the fic still come from me in the end. So yeah, tell me if you have more questions, I will answer to it.

Have a good day ! And I’m really open to talk about it 💕

Thank you for reading all this 💜

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cutiedwaekki · 16 days

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I'm sorry but are we seriously going to "collab" with ai now to write kink fics??? Ai that literally steals from hard working authors who post their original work? I was supportive of this blog until now- that kind of behavior seriously harms the fanfic community as a whole

Hi !

I assume you are referring to the last fic of @nana-kom

In any case, thank you sincerely for your point of view, which is very interesting. I admit I haven't really thought about it.

It's true that nowadays AIs are starting to take on more and more importance, especially for artists, who are sidelined when faced with a robot doing the same work with less effort than a human.

It initially started from a discussion with @nana-kom where we wondered if it was possible with chatgpt to really write a kink fic since there are limits precisely with these AI and explicit content. that mainly came from me who curiously tested and encouraged my friend to try it on her side to see how far this was possible because in reality we often have good ideas for fics that we share but studies and our personal lives mean we lack time for that and we saw this as a way more effective although this will never replace the fics that we can write ourselves and (at least on my side) in no case will this thing people reproduce unless it is mentioned

As for her fic, although she was helped by chatgpt, it's also her work, although she was helped by an ia , she rearranged everything, added dialogue scenes etc... can we ultimately just see this as a sort of help like a translator or a spell checker perhaps? But with this vision where would we find the limit between an original work and a work created by an AI?

In any case it should not be something bad, in the sense that as indicated all of it started from a discussion but also that she recognizes having used an ia and not self-proclaimed to have written everything alone. I don't want to speak against or in the name of @nana-kom but I hope I've shed some light on the situation.

I love the fanfic community, I've been immersed in it since I was a teenager, whether it's wattpad, ao3, tumblr, and more, nothing can replace fanfiction made by human writers

I sincerely appreciated your comments, don't hesitate, you or another anon to share your point of view with me as long let it be constructive and not a message of unfounded criticism :)

I hope that my answer will be quite explicit and comprehensive, I wish you and everyone a good day/evening, take good care of yourself

#cdrandomtalks

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cutiedwaekki · 17 days

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I hate not having more time to write bcs the minbin possessive+strict feeder/obedient feedee dynamic constantly has me in a chokehold 😩

#holy shit #👀

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cutiedwaekki · 19 days

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DON'T SLEEP ON THIS MASTERPIECE 🗣🗣

Hello everyone 💕 Before you start reading, I just wanted to clarify that I came up with the idea to write this fanfiction in collaboration with ChatGPT because last time we were discussing it with @cutiedwaekki, and we thought it would be fun to see what it could turn out to be. Since I liked the result, I corrected, modified, and translated it to share it with you all ! I hope you'll enjoy it ! Please enjoy !

A Tale of Magic and Potions

At Alvernon University of Magic, where ancient secrets mingle with modern knowledge, Jisung was a gifted young sorcerer with natural charisma and an innate talent for elemental magic. He captivated crowds with his mastery of spells and his quick wit. On the other hand, Minho was a studious and reserved student, specializing in the arcana of potion magic. His precision and determination set him apart from his peers. They met during a lecture on the ancient history of magic. Jisung's gaze met Minho's, and an immediate connection formed between them. From that moment on, their destinies were sealed. As the days passed studying together, their friendship slowly evolved into something deeper. They shared intimate moments in smoke-filled libraries, passionately discussing the most complex magical theories and the mysteries of the universe. But this was only the beginning of their story. As their magical powers grew and their bond strengthened, their love became obvious to both of them. Every spell they cast, every potion they concocted, was imbued with their mutual affection. However, their love was not without obstacles. The pressures of their families and the expectations of magical society weighed heavily on their shoulders. They faced difficult dilemmas, wondering if they could really be together despite the challenges they faced. In the end, they decided to follow their hearts. On the verdant campus of the University of Magic, surrounded by spells and mysteries, Jisung and Minho kissed under the moonlight, ready to face the future hand in hand. At Alvernon Magic University, their love was a powerful, timeless force, capable of defying all obstacles and transcending the boundaries of reality. And so Jisung and Minho began their own chapter in the great book of magical love.

One day, Jisung found himself in the potions laboratory at the University of Magic. The shelves were filled with magical ingredients, and the murmur of spells floated in the air. Determined to create something extraordinary, Jisung set to work. He carefully selected the necessary ingredients, mixing herbs and mystical substances with impressive expertise. His nimble hands danced around the cauldrons, adding drops of colored liquid and murmuring ancient incantations. Steam swirled around him as magic took shape in the laboratory. Finally, after hours of concentrated effort, Jisung contemplated his work with pride. Before him lay a sparkling blue potion, glistening with magical promise. Intrigued by the result, Jisung decided to test the potion himself. With a confident gulp, he swallowed the shiny liquid. Instantly, a sensation of warmth spread through his entire being, followed by a flood of pure energy. His senses sharpened, his inner magic strengthened. Amazed by the effectiveness of his creation, Jisung realized he had just concocted a potion of unheard-of power. As Jisung examined his sparkling blue potion with satisfaction, he suddenly noticed a small note on the recipe that he had accidentally overlooked. The words "side effect: weight gain" were clearly written on it. Panic-stricken, Jisung realized his mistake.

A shiver of apprehension ran through Jisung as he felt a strange warmth spread throughout his body. In an instant, he began to gain weight at an alarming rate, his clothes suddenly becoming too tight. Wide-eyed with horror, Jisung tried to find an antidote in the laboratory, but his movements were hampered by his new body mass. Jisung found himself suddenly transformed into a plumper version of himself, realizing that his potion experiments had just taken an unexpected turn. He took a deep breath he felt his body ingesting the weight-gain potion, soon found himself swelling visibly. His body was expanding rapidly, his clothes were becoming too tight, and he felt heavier and heavier with every passing second. Initially slim, his body began to undergo a rapid and radical transformation, with excess fat rapidly accumulating all over his body. First, his clothes suddenly became too tight as his contours became rounder. The seams of his shirts and pants seemed to strain under the pressure of his new shape, and soon they began to give way under the increasing pressure. His face, once thin and angular, took on a fuller, rounder appearance. His cheeks became plump, his cheekbones plastered under an extra layer of fat. Even his chin, once well defined, seemed to disappear beneath a suddenly formed double chin. Jisung's torso and stomach also underwent dramatic changes. His once flat abdomen was transformed into a full, rounded mass of fat, distorting the figure he had always known. His hips and thighs soon followed, expanding to accommodate the extra weight. His limbs, once lean and lithe, quickly became thicker and heavier. His arms and legs lost their muscular definition, taking on a softer, flabbier appearance as a result of the rapid weight gain. Overall, Jisung's transformation was impressive and dramatic, leaving behind a man who was barely recognizable from the man he once was. And as he adjusted to his new appearance, Jisung began to realize that this transformation would change his life in more profound ways than he could ever have imagined. Minho arrived in the room at the same time and, seeing Jisung in his transformed state, couldn't help but find his new appearance adorable.

"I told you not to have fun testing any potion you come across!" said Minho gently, laughing lightly.

"Let's skip the comments and help me find a solution..." Said Jisung with a little pout, crossing his arms against his torso, now feeling that it was more difficult to squeeze them together because of his sudden weight gain.

As the days passed, Jisung began to feel a new effect of the weight-gain potion, a new obsession took hold of him: food. The magic of the potion had triggered an insatiable appetite, and he began to think constantly about eating. Minho, seeing Jisung's condition, immediately understood that his friend needed help. Rather than judge him, he decided to support him in any way he could. Minho set about cooking delicious, nourishing meals for Jisung, making sure he always had something tasty to eat. He encouraged him to eat his fill, reminding him that food was important to maintain his health, even if he didn't have to worry about new weight. Thanks to Minho's love and support, Jisung began to find balance in his relationship with food. He learned to enjoy meals without worrying too much about his new appearance.

One night Minho, eager to share his cooking with Jisung, decided to prepare many food for him in their apartment. He had prepared a wide variety of dishes to satisfy his lover. For starters, Minho proposed a selection of small side dishes, which are served in abundance. He laid out a multitude of starters on the table, including kimchi, stir-fried vegetables, rolled omelettes, beef cooked in soy sauce and scallion pancakes. Minho had also prepared meat and to accompany the barbecue, Minho had prepared bibimbap. Jisung, impressed by Minho's generosity and delicacy, savored every bite of this authentic feast. What Jisung didn't know as he swallowed every bite of his meal was that Minho had added a few drops of the potion to Jisung's dish, secretly pleased to see Jisung getting fatter.

"Hmm, this dish you've prepared looks delicious, babe ! You really do have a talent for cooking." Minho, with a smirk, replied.

"I'm glad you like it. I put a lot of...love into my dishes."

"I hope at least I manage to lose all these kilos..." He said as he took another bite of his boyfriend's food, and Minho replied concealing a satisfied smile.

"Of course...we'll do our best for that..." Jisung swallowed a mouthful of dessert and raised his head.

"In the meantime, your desserts are delicious..." Jisung said with a low moan.

"Feast as much as you like, there's plenty left !" He said, handing her the rest of the desserts.

"I don't know what I'd do without you, thank you babe !"

"Always there for you, my love. Always."

Meanwhile, Minho kept his secret well hidden, knowing that his intentions were pure but aware of the potential risks. Jisung then finished his meal and placed his hands on his still swollen belly.

"I'm completely full....thank you again for this delicious...meal."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it..."

As Jisung struggled to get up from the table, Minho couldn't help feeling a mixture of guilt and concern. He knew he had to think hard about his actions and their consequences for his boyfriend. Meanwhile, Jisung headed for his room, completely unaware of the insidious effects of the weight-gain potion Minho had discreetly added to his meal. The next morning, Jisung awoke to realize that he had gained even more weight during the night. Confused and worried, he wondered what could have happened, completely unaware of Minho's role in his current state. Meanwhile, Minho wrestled with his own moral dilemmas, wondering whether he should continue to intervene in his friend's life in this way, or whether he should reveal the truth.

Minho, overwhelmed by his own murky motives, secretly continued to add the weight-gain potion to Jisung's food. Day after day, Jisung began to put on weight, his clothes becoming tighter and tighter despite the fact that he changed them often enough and asked his school for larger uniforms, and his body taking on increasingly imposing proportions. Although Minho felt remorse for his actions, he justified them by thinking he was helping Jisung feel better about himself. Meanwhile, Jisung, unaware of the real reasons behind his rapid weight gain, was beginning to feel more and more uncomfortable in his own body. At first he'd liked the idea of changing slightly, but becoming so fat seemed strange to him, and above all he couldn't understand why his body was continuing to put on so much weight. He wondered why he couldn't control his weight gain, despite his efforts to maintain a balanced diet and exercise regularly. When Jisung began to express his concerns to Minho, the latter tried to reassure him that it was probably just a temporary side effect of the magic. However, Jisung's persistent concerns only grew as his figure continued to expand. Meanwhile, Minho found himself increasingly torn between his growing guilt and his desire to maintain control over Jisung. He knew that sooner or later he'd have to face up to the consequences of his actions, but for now, he was too deep in the lie to back down.

Doubt and worry continued to grow in Jisung's mind as his silhouette continued to expand. Despite Minho's assurances, he couldn't help feeling that something was wrong. One day, while he was alone in the apartment, an idea crossed his mind, so he went to Minho's room and rummaged through his belongings, and what a surprise it was when he stumbled upon the famous potion, half-filled. Jisung frowned and suddenly everything became clear. At the same time, Minho came through the door and Jisung walked towards him.

"Minho, we need to talk." Minho, caught off guard by Jisung's serious tone, gave him his full attention.

"Sure. What's going on?" Jisung, gathering his courage, laid out his suspicions to Minho.

"I think you have something to do with my sudden weight gain. You've been adding something to my food, haven't you?" Minho, taken aback by Jisung's frankness, froze for a moment before finding an answer and saw the potion in Jisung's hand.

"Jisung, I... I can explain." Jisung, his gaze hard, waited only for the truth.

"I want to know the truth, Minho. Why? Why would you do this?" Minho, feeling cornered, finally confessed his crime.

"I'm sorry, Jisung. I wanted to help you, but I got carried away with this...positive feeling about you getting fat, I thought you were cute and maybe a part of me liked to control that." Jisung, disappointed and hurt by his friend's betrayal, felt anger welling up inside him. But rather than let rage consume him, he decided to do something more powerful.

"Cute ? You think that's cute ?" He said, pointing to his fat-covered body. "You betrayed me, Minho. And now you're going to have to face the consequences." With a wave of his wand, Jisung cast a spell on Minho. A flash of light shot out, enveloping Minho in a glittering aura. Minho, caught off guard, felt a strange change take place within him. In an instant, he felt his body grow heavier, his silhouette broader. And as Jisung's magic took effect, Minho found himself carrying Jisung's excessive weight, while Jisung own body grew noticeably thinner. Once the spell had been cast, Jisung felt a mixture of relief and sadness. He had managed to reverse the weight gain, but at the cost of his trust and love for Minho. Minho, realizing the consequences of his actions, bowed his head in repentance.

"Jisung...." Minho's eyes rested on his new body for a moment, and a shiver ran through him, not finding it unpleasant. He then preferred not to say anything and simply bowed his head. "I'm sorry for everything I've done."

Jisung, despite his anger, felt compassion for his lover. He knew the road to reconciliation would be a long one, but he was ready to make Minho understand what he'd been through.

The days went by, and although Jisung had more or less avenged himself, he still wanted Minho to really understand how he had felt. So he decided to teach Minho a lesson and bring him back to humility, and embarked on a bold plan. He knew he could use his magic to influence Minho's desires and behaviors, but he was determined not to lose sight of his original goal: to help his friend recognize his mistakes and, above all, enjoy this new side of Minho.

"Minho...I've come across an interesting spell slightly...would you let me test it on you ?" Minho, still stunned by previous events, eyed Jisung warily but nodded. Jisung, concentrating his magical energy, cast a spell on Minho. A golden glow surrounded Minho, and a blissful smile spread across his face.

"Mmm, what's that? I feel so good all of a sudden." Jisung, with a wry smile, began serving Minho delicious and hearty dishes, encouraging him to eat again and again.

"Oh...it's not much...just eat and I'll...I'll see if it works." Jisung said with a smile, holding out a plate of food to Minho, who, under the spell of the spell, devoured the food with insatiable greed, clamoring for more and more deliciousness. He let himself be carried away by the sensations of pleasure and satisfaction that each mouthful brought him. Meanwhile, Jisung watched with satisfaction the effect of his spell on Minho. He hoped this experience would help his friend understand the importance of moderation and reflection in his actions. Finally, after eating until he couldn't swallow another bite, Minho dropped into a state of bliss, his eyes shining with happiness.

"Jisung, I don't know what you've done...but I feel incredible...thank you." He said, stroking his food-swollen belly and letting out little sighs. Jisung smiled, knowing that he would soon accomplish his goal of bringing Minho back to reality. He hoped that this experience would help his friend understand the consequences of his actions, although this thought existed mainly to hide the fact that he loved seeing Minho like this.

Two weeks later, Jisung continued to work on his plan to help Minho understand the consequences of his actions. After all, seeing his boyfriend put on weight wasn't as unpleasant as he'd thought, and obviously Minho hadn't even noticed: the true was that Jisung was avoiding talking about his weight gain, and the spell he'd cast on him the second time had made him see a thinner version of himself, as if to keep him in denial, so that Jisung could finally take his revenge properly. One day, Jisung found Minho lying on the sofa, snacks all around him and his belly sticking out of his school shirt.

"Minho, have you noticed anything different lately?" Minho, still feeling under the influence of the spell cast by Jisung, looked around confusedly.

"Different? I'm not sure I understand what you're talking about...are you sure you're okay babe?" Minho said with a slight laugh, then Jisung, with a mysterious smile, handed him a mirror. Minho looked at his reflection and was surprised to see that how much fat his face was and when he looks at his body he couldn't help to let out a little scream of surprise seeing how big his belly was now. Minho's large belly protruded prominently, stretching the fabric of his shirt to its limits. Round and plump, it jutted out, creating a noticeable bulge beneath his clothing. With each movement, the weight of his stomach shifted, a testament to the substantial amount of mass it contained. Jisung's spell that had blinded him until now disappearing before his eyes leaving his silhouette to appear in the mirror becoming imposing once again.

"What...how is that possible? I thought..."

"You thought you could escape the consequences of your actions ? You thought you could carry on acting without thinking and everything would be all right ?" Minho, suddenly realizing that Jisung was still angry at him even if he has been cuddling and feeding him for weeks now. He then understand the extent of his mistakes, bowed his head in shame try not to look too much exciting by that big belly.

"I'm sorry, Jisung. I made a mistake but...you...really did that ?" Minho lowered his head as a strange feeling grew inside him, he loved this body and how could he hide it from Jisung ? And almost pretend to regret his action? "I understand now that my actions have had serious consequences but...how...? My body...?"

"I know you're sorry, Minho. But you have to understand that you can't go on acting like this. You have to learn to take responsibility for your actions." Minho nodded as he looked away, try to look sorry as much as possible but in the end he knew he want to put on more weight now.

"I forgive you. Let's move on, shall we?"

Days went by and, to Jisung's surprise, Minho continued to put on weight, seemingly unwilling to move on. Although he had removed his spells, Minho remained in the same state, and it was then that Jisung finally understood that Minho didn't just like being fat, he liked putting on weight, and seeing other people's bodies changed, and apparently including his own too. Convinced by the argument that the potion would enable him to put on weight without risk to his health, he began to drink the potion regularly. With each sip, he felt an unspeakable pleasure as his body took on increasingly imposing proportions. Jisung decided to trust Minho to take care of himself. He knew that his boyfriend was an adult and capable of making his own decisions, even if they differed from what he would have chosen for himself. As time went by, Minho continued to drink the potion, becoming more and more physically imposing. But unlike before, he did so with full knowledge of the facts.

Two months after starting to drink the fattening potion on a regular basis, the consequences were beginning to take their toll on Minho's health. His imposing body was becoming increasingly difficult to move, and he was feeling constantly tired. Jisung was still a bit worry about it butdespite his initial concern for Minho's health, his admiration for his boyfriend's imposing body grew by the day. Under the influence of the spell he had originally cast, Jisung began to give in to his deepest desires, seeing Minho grow so big, so wide, having difficulty moving, seeing him too big in his clothes, Jisung understood the new pleasure he was feeling. With a mixture of excitement and nervousness, Jisung decided to reinforce the effects of the potion on Minho. He prepared a special potion - after all, it was also a good way to train - and his boyfriend seemed far too cheerful for the experiments taking place on his new body. Reinforced by her magic, Jisung then devised a potion to increase Minho's desire to get even bigger.

Once the potion was ready, Jisung made Minho drink it, watching with anticipation as the effects began to be felt. Minho, under the combined influence of the potion and the spell, felt an unspeakable pleasure as his body expanded further. He let himself be carried away by the sensations of fullness and satisfaction that each sip of the potion gave him. Jisung, unable to resist the temptation to see his loverbecome even more fat and big, continued to reinforce the effects of the potion. And as the weeks passed and Minho grew bigger and bigger, Jisung began to feel a deep sense of please. He knew that this was now too important for both of them to stop it and they were enjoying this way too much.

Jisung felt unable to stop. He was trapped in a cycle of desire and pleasure, unable to stop his behavior and Minho on his side was so much more happy to be this fat.

Three months after giving in to his desire to get fatter, the consequences of potion abuse were beginning to show alarmingly for Minho. His imposing body, combined with his inability to resist his eating urges, had put a strain and right now...especially on his bed. One day, as he lay on his bed, it gave way under his weight, leaving him trapped and unable to get up. Jisung, discovering the situation, was at the same time worry for his boyfriend but this way too hot to not blush looking at him on the floor. He rushed to his bedside, realizing that he was partly responsible for what had happened to Minho.

"Minho, what happened ? Are you hurt ?" Minho, ashamed and embarrassed, tried to extricate himself from the broken bed, but his efforts were in vain.

"What's happened ? I can't get up." Said Minho lying on the floor waddling to try to get up unable to move under his weight far too heavy for the slightest movement that requires more than bringing food to his mouth. Jisung try to help him get up by looking at his rolls making Minho too big for a simple bed.

"You...you just destroyed your bed...Do you think there are spells to strengthen objects?" Jisung said, smiling at him, and Minho smiled back.

Jisung looked down at him, his fat preventing him from moving, and couldn't help but remembering Minho when he met him. Minho, used to be the most handsome and popular boy in the school. With his natural charisma and exceptional talent for potions, he was admired and respected by all his classmates. His dazzling smile and self-confidence had earned him unrivalled popularity among the students. Despite his natural charisma and exceptional talent for potions, admired and respected by all his classmates, Minho's transformation had been noticed. His dazzling smile and self-assurance, once the source of his irresistible charm, now seemed masked by a new reality. Gradually, his appearance had changed. The defined contours of her face had given way to a face curled with fat, testifying to the first signs of weight gain. His clothes, once perfectly fitted to his slender body, had all become too small, and Jisung had had to start casting spells on the garments to widen them. Minho, lying on the floor, could no longer ignore reality. His reflection in the mirror showed him a body that was growing larger by the day, becoming rounder and heavier. His potion skills, once the source of his prestige and admiration, now seemed eclipsed by his new appearance. His classmates' gazes now rested on him with curiosity and pity, a gleam of concern in their eyes as they observed his transformation. Its true now everyone was looking at Minho in a weird way but the truth was that only Jisung could understand what happened to them and he was loving that.

Jisung regained his senses and, with the help of a spell, helped Minho to his feet, then accompanied him into the living room and made him sit on the sofa while he searched for a spell. After a while, they were joined by their friend Hyunjin to help Jisung look for a spell. As Hyunjin arrived to help Jisung look for spells, the atmosphere relaxed. Together, they rummaged through old grimoires and scrolls, looking for new spells. After several hours of intense searching, they finally found the spell they were looking for. Once their task was accomplished, the three friends settled down to a comfortable chat, exchanging anecdotes and laughter. When Hyunjin expressed his thirst, he grabbed a nearby drink, unaware that it was one of Jisung's concoctions for his boyfriend. Jisung and Minho exchanged a knowing glance as they both realized what was about to happen. Hyunjin, unaware of what lay ahead, raised the drink to his lips and took a sip. A moment's silence followed, then suddenly a smile appeared on Jisung and Minho's lips. Hyunjin, suddenly realizing what was happening, looked at his friends in disbelief. He then felt a strange sensation invade his body, and realized that something was changing. Jisung and Minho continued to stare at each other, realizing that Minho might no longer be the only one to enjoy Jisung's potions.

#this is perfect #take all my money

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cutiedwaekki · 1 month

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domectic dwaekki

—hold me i'm your bunny

Bang chan x changbin

summary : changbin's new life as a house-husband

contain : weight-gain , tight clothes , breaking furniture

A/n : started as a random idea , ended up as a short fic

Enjoy ♡

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In a quiet neighborhood, in the heart of a bustling city, lived Chan and Changbin, who had just sealed their love with the sacred bonds of marriage.

Their union was an ode to modernity, acceptance and unconditional love. After years of innocent flirts in college, of making out sessions at the studio where they both worked that became their places of love, they now stood side by side, ready to face the challenges and savor the joys of married life.

Changbin , with his warm smile and kind heart, had decided to swap his stressful job for that of housekeeper. He had always dreamed of creating a welcoming home, where harmony and happiness would reign. So, on the first morning of their new life as husbands, Changbin proudly donned a pink apron adorned with a pretty pink heart, symbolizing his new mission: to take care of their home and his beloved.

Every day, while Chan went off to work, Changbin devoted himself to household chores. He sang happily as he polished the furniture, did the laundry or cooked delicious meals in their bright kitchen. For him, every act was marked by love and devotion to his husband. Over time, however, Chan began to notice a subtle change in Changbin.

As the months went by, something began to change in their routine. His husband, once athletic and slender, was gradually putting on weight. At first, it was only a few, almost imperceptible kilos. Chan didn't even notice, thinking it was simply due to the fact that spending more time at home meant Changbin ate more and spent less time at the gym. It was normal, after all, for a man who had spent his whole life focusing on his career to have the right to rest!

But as time went by, those tight-fitting shirts became a little tighter, and jeans seemed less flattering. He could see his cheeks getting fuller and fuller, until one day a second chin appeared. Instead of worrying, Chan felt a strange sense of satisfaction. He loved Changbin for his bubbly personality, his humor, his way to care about people. But if before he loved his body because it was another way of seeing each other at any time of day, now he had it at home, singing tunes while cooking in the same apron that was becoming tighter and tighter around his growing belly , he clearly appreciated this view

When he broached the subject with Changbin, the latter replied with a beaming smile: I guess I let myself go a bit, but you don't seem too bothered by it, do you? Chan smiled and gently stroked his cheek and assured him that his love for him was unchanged, no matter his size or shape. As the weeks passed, Chanbgin continued to flourish in his role as househusband. His passion for cooking was reflected in the sumptuous meals he lovingly prepared for Chan. Evenings were filled with laughter, deep conversation and tender embraces. The only difference was that, between two sweet moments, they both discovered the strange fantasies they had about the youngest's expansion.

More like, Chan was discovering that he loved his chubby husband even more.

He wanted to see him eat, enjoy his food, every dish he ate with pleasure as if it were the last of his life. But his favorite thing was when he wore tight clothes, he was so sexy!

Don't tell Changbin, but Chan liked to give him things on the pretext that it was on his way, like "the bakery was having a promotion on unsold goods" or "Jisung asked me to give you this", "Felix said this will suit you"because otherwise his husband, who was too humble, would refuse any kind of present. he still remembered that time when he had given him a letter , confessing his feelings and a box of chocolate accompanied by a rose. Changbin had cried that day and still kept the box of chocolate even though it was empty for years and not the most fancy at all , but for him , this box and this letter was the most beautiful gift that making all dear things superfluous alongside this proof of sincere love

But did he need to know that Chan was offering him clothes and taking them one or two sizes too small on purpose? You'd think Changbin would feel kissed or embarrassed, but he knew Chan, well... he thought his lover meant well but underestimated the weight his lover had put on.

What a fool, Chan analyzed his body in minute detail, he kissed every part of his body at night in their shared bed, he grabbed his belly and shook it, rubbed it, caressed it. He clearly loved this new Changbin.

However, as the weeks went by, Changbin's extra kilos became more and more visible, his belly grew more and more wrinkled against his clothes, his apron became very difficult to tie and it was hard to control his growing belly. He noticed that his walk was starting to change, the kilos were piling up so much that he began to waddle in order to walk properly.

Changbin's clothes became tighter and tighter, and even his kitchen apron began to struggle to contain his body. One day, one weekend among many, the two of them spent the day at home, doing nothing and enjoying each other's company. The two of them were sitting down to breakfast at the kitchen table.

—Jagi, can you fetch me the jam from the cupboard, please? Chan asked with a gentle smile.

Changbin couldn't resist, unaware that it was all a ruse so that Chan could admire his body soaking while he hopped about trying to grab the jar of strawberry jam that Chan had deliberately placed high up. He noticed that his belly was starting to hang over his clothes, but above all that when he had to pick something up, he'd land on the edge of the worktop. In short, such a divine vision sight for Chan.

But as he tried to get up, Changbin felt something strange. A muffled creak echoed through the room, followed by the sound of warping wood. Changbin realized to his horror that he was trapped. His apron was wedged between the back of the chair and his protruding belly. Panicking, Changbin tried to free himself, but to no avail. Chan rushed to his aid, alarmed by the unusual noises from his seat. Seeing the situation, A couldn't help but hold back a wry smile, he's fat as can be he thought.

Without wasting a second, Chan set about reassuring Changbin, expressing his unfailing love with multiple kisses despite the comical situation. Together, they finally managed to free Changbin from his chair. Sitting on the kitchen floor, totally oblivious to why he had to get up in the first place.

—Do you think I've put on weight?

—Binnie, I'd be lying if I said no.

—You're not very delicate with your words

—I'm just telling the truth, love

—Pff, I just want to know if... you like me like this, like I like our life, I like my body but I also like the way you look at me and I don't want that to change.

Chan grasped the importance of this moment, forgetting for a moment that his lover might be suffering from insecurity. He came to sit beside him and hugged him tightly.

—My love, I fell in love with you because of your personality, whether you're fat, skinny, muscular or whatever, you're the one I married and nothing will change that

—...even if I like gaining weight?

— I love you even more, I have more of you to love, more things to hold on to and ride-"

—Stop, you pervert, it's morning! Changbin chuckled, putting a hand in front of Chan to hide his blush.

In the end, the day was off to a good start, despite the incident that had only served to reunite the couple.

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As he entered the room, the enticing aroma of Changbin's baking filled the air. With a smile, he made his way to the kitchen and found Changbin leaning against the counter, waiting for a tray of cookies to cool. Since embracing the role of a house husband, Changbin had put on some weight, his thighs becoming thicker, and developing a slight paunch, which his husband adored. They both welcomed the changes that married life had brought, cherishing the newfound softness.

His face lit up at the sight of his husband. Channie, you're home! he exclaimed, pulling him into a warm hug. Chan couldn't resist wrapping his arms around him, noticing how loose Changbin's apron ties had become. He reminisced about when Changbin first wore the apron, a gift symbolizing his commitment to their new lifestyle, where Changbin took on household chores while Chan worked. Despite Changbin's outward appearance of an alpha male, he was actually bubbly and eccentric, qualities that Chan cherished.

As they pulled away, Changbin placed his hands on Chan's waist, a touch Chan couldn't resist. Chan's hands found their way to Changbin's belly, eliciting a subtle sigh of pleasure. Changbin inquired about Chan's day at work, to which Chan expressed relief at being home in their cozy environment. Meanwhile, Changbin shared his busy day of cleaning and baking, his belly feeling a bit firmer from sampling his own creations.

Chan patted Changbin's belly with a knowing smirk, causing Changbin to blush. Despite his nerves, Changbin admitted to indulging in some taste testing while baking. Chan reassured him, expressing his love for having Changbin well-fed during his absence. He then instructed Changbin to remove his apron, revealing his strained button-up shirt and burgeoning belly.

Feeling embarrassed, Changbin questioned if he had let himself go. However, Chan disagreed, planting a passionate kiss on his lips while caressing his fat belly.

As they embraced, Chan whispered, "I think married life really suits you," affirming their love and contentment with their new lifestyle.

#weight gain #my fic #my fics #skz chubby #chubby skz #chubby changbin

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cutiedwaekki · 1 month

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Clothing Mix Up

Warning: This is a feedism fic, involving rapid weight gain and some dubcon. Don’t like, don’t read.

Summary: Changbin was just trying to find a shirt to wear. He didn’t think he’d grow to fill it so well.

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Changbin had searched the entire apartment looking for at least one of his shirts but no, apparently everyone had decided to steal them from his room.

Jisung had run away giggling with Hyunjin and both of them carried armfuls of his clothes, leaving him to fend for himself as they refused to give him a shirt, too amused by their antics. Of course, Chan would eventually put a stop to it as the designated responsible one.

Changbin was lying across the couch clad only in his boxers, having given up running after the two and accepting that he’d never get his clothes back, loudly complaining (re:screaming across the apartment), only to suddenly feel a ball of fabric hit him squarely in the chest.

“Hey!”

“Do you want to go out for lunch or not?” Chan asked.

Changbin quickly nodded and put the shirt on. He frowned, the shirt pooled around him, he looked incredibly small, as the hem hit his knees, and effectively hid his body with it’s bagginess.

Changbin looked back at Chan, “Yah! Why would you give me something so big? Whose even is this?”

Chan rolled his eyes, “It’s your now! It was the first one I grabbed, now go and change!”

Changbin shrugged off the weirdness of Chan owning such a big shirt, and began to walk to his room.

Or well he tried. Yet, for some reason, with every step, it felt more laborious, as if he was being weighed down. His steps were becoming shorter, as if it was harder for him to move his legs, and he actively felt his thighs pushing up against each other with fat. The oddest sensation of course was the t-shirt, as he felt it at first hanging over his knees, and slowly riding up, becoming tighter against his body until he finally reached the door to his room, out of breath, and with a now tight fitting shirt.

All of those feelings should have been a clue for Changbin, yet as he searched his closet (now magically restocked) and put on pants (with a waistband larger than he’d ever needed), he gave himself a once over in the mirror and screamed.

His body was massive, his frame exceeding the size of the mirror, a double chin, chubbier cheeks, legs so heavy with fat they now caused him to have knock knees, and moobs that sagged down and pointed to his belly which hung even lower. The shirt which had been 6 sizes too big for him was now tight across his belly, clear indentations for his belly button and various rolls, and pulled so sheer the darkness of his nipples could be seen.

There’s a hasty knock at the door, before Chan yanks it open, and laughs.

“Aish Changbin! You get into this situation everyday! So dramatic Binnie,” Chan continues to giggle, then points at the bed, “Sit down, and I’ll put your shoes on.”

Changbin looks at him, unbelieving of what’s happening, but does as Chan says and sits.

Chan mindlessly talks about their day’s plans, while helping lace up Changbin’s shoes, which admittedly were very low on his list of problems at the moment but he appreciated the help nonetheless.

Changbin was about to zone out, but just as he prepared to stand up, Chan exclaimed, “Oh I almost forgot! I got your new mobility scooter with a weight limit of 650 pounds this time so it should work for now!”

Changbin stared down at his body, rubbing at his belly, and took in the implications of what that meant. In a 15 minute timespan he’d gone from fit and athletic to morbid obesity, necessitating a mobility scooter when just that morning he’d completed a mile run in 10 minutes.

His mind was still reeling, unaided by Chan then placing his hands on top of Changbin’s, more forcefully rubbing at his belly.

“I know, you’ve gotten so big Binnie. You’re such a good piggy for me.”

With that said, Chan does the unexpected, and kisses Changbin.

Changbin’s eyes widen in surprise, and he can’t bring himself to kiss back, torn between the crush he’s harbored on his hyung for ages and the absolute absurdity of the situation.

In a matter of seconds, Chan pulls back, laughing once again, “You must really be hangry if you didn’t kiss back,” Changbin pouts in response.

Chan instead kisses his cheek, “Alright, I’ll bring the car around to the front entrance so you don’t have to walk all the way to the parking garage.” Chan pats Changbin’s belly once more, and walks away.

Just what the fuck did he get himself into?

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cutiedwaekki · 1 month

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Hi ! How are you guys doing ?

seems like a lot of us have been in mia, myself included honestly, I'm going to be absent for a few more weeks for personal reasons but I promise to come back soon with a big project :)

maybe I should tease you that big project ?

Should i ?

Is that clear enough ?

A new mystery , a new story , a new case get ready for the new adventures of detective puppym!!

thank you for listening to my ted talk I wish to disappear again hehe

Update : the fic "cherry coke" is now called "cherry on top"

#weight gain #cdrandomtalks #chubby skz

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cutiedwaekki · 1 month

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Stupid Piece of Gum

Warnings: This is a feedism fic, involving weight gain, blueberry inflation, and some dubcon. Don’t like, don’t read.

Summary: Hyunjin’s perspective of his blueberry inflation from Chan and the Chocolate Factory (read here!)

A/N: I tried writing this as a little exercise as I start getting back into the swing of things so I hope yall like it :)

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Hyunjin thinks this whole tour is a scam. He looks at Minho and his assistants and they all creep him out with how observant they are. Not to mention how they just… sucked Changbin up a tube. The entire thing feels ominous yet he can’t focus on that as he’s far more distracted by his childhood nemesis and forever pain in the ass Han Jisung.

Their conversation had started out civilly enough, both of them discussing why they had come. Hyunjin himself had found a ticket after one of his dance studio partners had given him the chocolate bar as a joke (only to reveal the prized cat), and Jisung had gotten 50 of the chocolate bars from his job’s raffle. One thing led to another, and suddenly they were screaming at each other for being untalented, rehashing arguments from when they were teenagers.

“At least I’m not an errand boy for music producers!”

Jisung scoffs, “At least I’m not living in my parents basement and teaching ballet to 5 year olds!”

Hyunjin snaps. He reels his arm back, ready to punch Jisung in the face, only for his elbow to hit a cold piece of metal. Both of them quiet down as the machine whirs into motion, before finally spitting out a piece of gum.

“It’s just a piece of gum,” Hyunjin says.

“I dare you to chew it,” Jisung taunts.

Hyunjin glares at him, “I’m not going to do that, why should I listen to you!”

“I can’t believe you’re scared of a piece of gum,” Jisung retorts.

Chan, the goodie two shoes that he is, butts in, “Maybe you shouldn’t do that, Lee Know said we shouldn’t touch anything in here.”

At this Hyunjin scowls, “You know what, you all can fuck off, it’s just a piece of gum.” And with that Hyunjin shoves the whole stick of gum in his mouth and begins chewing.

He’s vaguely aware of the others talking around him, but his chewing intensifies as he is immediately overwhelmed by the rich flavor the gum is producing, even more amazed as it seems to only grow richer in flavor.

The realization of it being blueberry pie flavored settles him, and with it, he feels his previous anger leave, the only sensations he’s aware of are his feelings of pleasure and a tingling of his body.

“Hyunjin!” Jisung cries out, sounding panicked, “You need to spit the gum out!”

Hyunjin laughs, “No, you’re just jealous that I have the gum and not you!”

Felix yells, “No Hyunjin, you don’t understand, you’re turning blue!”

At this, Hyunjin looks down, and at this point his whole body has taken on a deep blue color.

The pleasure he’s feeling becomes muted as his concern and confusion take over, staring at his now very blue arms and legs, only imagining what his face must look like. However, the concern leaves once again, as his stomach gurgles, and the pleasurable feeling takes over once again.

His stomach quickly fills with liquid (juice his mind supplies) and as his skin grows tight around his bulging belly, he can’t help but moan out, all pressure from fullness going straight to his dick.

There’s someone that keeps poking at his belly and the subsequent sloshing of his belly feels even better than the inflation. He craves this, wanting to be even bigger, all of him just filled with juice.

The poking turns into a push, and he falls on to his butt. Hyunjin briefly becomes aware, as the push makes him realize just how much he’s swollen as his inflated butt had cushioned the fall. He wriggles slightly, trying to mimic the jostling motions from earlier but tires quickly. He desperately wants to rub at his belly, and feel how round it must be, but his arms have grown far too heavy for that.

Finally, he opens his eyes again, surprised he’s at his standing height, only to see he’s completely spherical. His hands flap in excitement (the only appendages he seemingly had control over now). His legs are entirely useless, but he could manage to rock himself slightly, allowing for his dick to finally get some attention as he humped the floor.

There’s more talking around him, but Hyunjin doesn’t pay it any mind, lost in his search for an orgasm. That is, until he gets rolled on to his side, and down a long hallway. Occasionally, the people that push him will push around his nipples which have only grown larger and more sensitive, or around his belly button which was his biggest erogenous zone even before the gum. He whimpers the entire time he’s being rolled down, overwhelmed from the onslaught of excitement.

They come to a stop, Hyunjin opens his eyes to take in his surroundings as the room is enormous, and decorated with various murals of fruit. He nearly closes his eyes again, ready to stop thinking and allow the sensations to overtake him again, but a camera flash prevents that. His eyes follow the source of the light only to see Seungmin and Jeongin.

Hyunjin wants to yell at them, and he tries, but his shape makes articulation nearly impossible, only able to make vowel sounds that sound more like moans than angry screams.

Seungmin and Jeongin coo at him.

“Aww don’t worry Hyunjin, me and Minnie will take great care of you!”

Jeongin walks closer to Hyunjin first pressing a kiss to his cheek, and tweaking with his nipples. He’s unsure of where Seungmin went, but then feels something warm and wet enveloping his dick, and he starts to cum… and then it just doesn’t stop.

The sensation he feels is a constant orgasm, always at the peak with no sign of stopping. There are now two pairs of hands rubbing at him, Seungmin having attached a tube to collect the juice early on.

Hyunjin’s hands continue to flap eagerly, now Seungmin pressing a kiss to his cheek, “You’re going to be the biggest blueberry we’ve ever had Hyunjinne.”

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