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Well, That Was Unexpected

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Hoseok knew certain interests he had would likely be kept nice and safe inside his head. He would watch and read things here and there, but he had no intention of ever pursuing an arrangement with a partner…until Yoongi.

He loved Yoongi and would have gladly spent his life with him without ever mentioning it. Hoseok didn’t even give it up at first when Yoongi asked, but he trusted his partner and now, he would never regret where his admission ended up.

Never would Hoseok ever dream of Yoongi indulging him, but if Yoongi brought it up now, Hoseok would simply say it was his own fault because honestly, he did bring it on himself. The conversation still replays in Hoseok’s head from time to time.

"Hyung, I can't tell you. It's just too embarrassing."

"Hoba, I promise you nothing you say can scare me. You can trust hyung."

"It's weird."

"So? Just try me. Obviously, you are not into blood and torture. We both know your stomach would never handle that.”

“Ugh, Yoongi, that’s disgusting.”

“See, exactly my point. It’s not something out there like clowns, right? Oh god, please tell me you aren’t into clowns.”

“What!? No! Hyung, what the hell?”

“I was just asking! Can’t be that weird if it’s not clowns. Is it feet? Pain? Temperature?”

“Would you stop guessing? Jesus, hyung, why do you - never mind, just let me explain.”

“Sorry, go ahead, jagi.”

Hoseok had taken a deep breath as he fiddled with his hands. Yoongi had never seen his usually confident boyfriend so nervous and all he could think was “God, maybe it is something weird”.

Hoseok quickly mumbled something and looked away blushing. He was desperately trying to find a reason to end this conversation as he looked around the room.

"What? You're gonna have to speak up, Hoba. I can’t hear you."

"I like bigger guys!" Hoseok exclaimed quickly making Yoongi recoil in surprise.

It took a couple of seconds to process Hoseok's confession before Yoongi let out a small chuckle.

"Oh jagi, come on, that's not even bad," Yoongi replied as he rolled his eyes. "So you're a chubby chaser, you’d be surprised how normal that is. I thought you were gonna say something actually crazy."

Hoseok visibly cringed, and suddenly Yoongi got the distinct feeling he was missing something. He didn’t mean to offend or misunderstand Hoseok, but he was struggling to see the source of his partner’s concern.

"That’s not…” Hoseok started before pausing to think and eventually continuing, "Okay, well, yes that's a part of it, but it's a bit more involved than that."

“What? Like you want to tie me up and feed me?” Yoongi asked, a bit teasingly. He even threw a smirk that started to drop when he saw his partner’s reaction.

Hoseok’s face flushed bright red and let out a small whimper of embarrassment. “Well…”

“Oh shit, you want to tie me up and feed me. Like a witch from a fairytale?" Yoongi blurted out.

"No! Hyung, what the hell, you promised you wouldn't make fun of me!" Hoseok cried out as he covered his face in embarrassment.

Yoongi winced and reached out to pull Hoseok’s hands away from his face. “I’m sorry, Hoseok-ah; that was rude. I promise I’m not making fun of you. I just want to understand.”

Hoseok nodded, still bright red in the face, but Yoongi’s genuine words and gentle hold of his hands were certainly helping.

“So it’s like a food kink?” Yoongi asked, still wanting to understand but not judge.

Hoseok paused for a moment, considering the best way to explain. “No, it’s a lot more than that. Honestly, it sounds weird, but what the food is doesn’t really matter to me. It’s more about the body and the gain - you know, the intimacy. It’s not just someone being bigger; it’s also the process of getting there.”

“Oh, that actually makes sense,” Yoongi replied slowly before adding, “So, tell me how it would work.”

“Wait, really?” Hoseok responded instinctively, shocked at the easy acceptance. “You mean…how it would work with us?”

Yoongi smiled at him and stood from the couch to lead them to their bedroom. “Come on, jagi, tell hyung all about how you want me to get fat.”

Hoseok whined again, face growing warm once again as Yoongi’s laugh echoed off the walls of their hallway. “I knew this was a bad idea.”

But Hoseok’s words couldn’t have been more wrong. It was actually the best idea as they had spent the rest of the night walking through all of his interests and deepest desires. Most of that had now happened in memorable and satisfying ways.

After explaining the inner workings of his kink, Hoseok was prepared for Yoongi to say he supported it, but he couldn’t give up his body. Maybe a little roleplay or even watching porn together at most.

Yet, another surprise came when Yoongi absolutely accepted it.

It, of course, started slow. Yoongi wanted to research to understand and “properly participate”. Hoseok demanded the clearest of boundaries, not wanting to risk overstepping something so important as Yoongi’s bodily autonomy and comfort.

But once they got started, it went incredibly well. So well that Yoongi’s gain would become a surprise.

It was like Yoongi’s body was made to gain. Hoseok saw results even with the smallest changes.

Extra snacks throughout the day began expanding Yoongi’s appetite. Putting more on his plates at meals became second nature. Regular soda and milkshakes became staples in Yoongi’s daily beverage rotation.

They broke through Yoongi’s metabolism like a wrecking ball.

Yoongi had never expected their relationship to grow closer than it already was, but this unlocked a new connection between them. He felt praised and pampered in a way he didn’t even know he craved until he had it.

And on top of the pure love and attraction he felt from his partner, the intimacy was truly unmatched. Hoseok liked to be in charge most of the time and he brought shock and even shame out of Yoongi with his intensity. He never knew being overly full, teased, and manhandled did it for him, but it was a type of satisfaction he couldn’t describe.

Although, Yoongi could bring Hoseok to his knees with control of his own. Even the suggestion of a tub of ice cream and a tight shirt had his partner worked up and ready to drop everything with his full focus on feeding Yoongi until he felt ready to burst.

More than anything, Yoongi quickly learned that Hoseok had an affinity for the numbers. It wasn’t a fixation and they decided early on that goals would stress them both out too much to be enjoyable, but on rare occasions, Hoseok just had to ask about his weight.

Yoongi admittedly didn’t even think about it. He was just heavy once he hit a certain threshold in his mind. To him, he was big, he knew it, and that was enough for him so the scale grew dust in its corner of the bathroom closet.

That was until Hoseok asked him for an update.

After watching Yoongi swap pants for the third time that morning, Hoseok realized that his partner had broken through the gaining plateau he seemed to hit a few months ago.

It had been a while since Hoseok was able to visibly distinguish where Yoongi’s gain had gone considering his body’s tendency to settle weight evenly, but the last pair of pants requiring a little wiggly dance to shimmy them down Yoongi’s thighs caused his shirt to ride up, revealing a new pair of matching stretchmarks above his hips.

Hoseok would not have described Yoongi as bottom-heavy or pear-shaped usually, but the recent gain around his hips and ass was making him look rather grabbable in Hoseok’s eyes.

However, there was a bigger question burning in Hoseok’s mind before he could firmly grasp his partner’s plush love handles.

“Hey Yoon, when’s the last time you weighed yourself?”

Hoseok watched in anticipation as Yoongi looked down at his half-clothed body, still without a well-fitting pair of pants. He seemed to think it over before he shrugged.

“I guess, it’s been a while. I kind of stopped bothering with it after I hit 300. Just kind of…I don’t know, I feel big so that’s enough for me.”

Yoongi had to suppress his smirk as he immediately knew where this conversation was going. He felt smug knowing that Hoseok could barely resist the full-body shiver that Yoongi’s ‘I feel big’ had just elicited.

“Just out of curiosity, how much do you think you’ve gained since then?” Hoseok asked, still trying to mask his desperation to know even if he was well aware that his partner saw right through him.

“Oh, I don’t know, maybe 25, eh, could be 30 pounds. It’s been at least six months since I hit 300, and we celebrated both our birthdays so….” Yoongi trailed off, still biting back his smirk as Hoseok’s eyes narrowed in thought.

Hoseok knew 25 pounds was an absolute lie. He needed Yoongi to step on the scale immediately because Hoseok could visibly locate more than that on his partner’s body at that moment. He also was just a tad bit nervous because at one point, 300 was Yoongi’s hard limit and that is certainly well behind them now.

With a brief pause, Hoseok opened his mouth to respond before looking at Yoongi and ended up having a silent conversation. He knew Yoongi wouldn’t outright refuse, but there was usually more of a fight which meant Yoongi was interested to know too.

Grabbing the scale from the bathroom closet and setting it on the floor in front of Yoongi gave Hoseok a rush of anticipation that never got old. He loved the suspense before the bright red number inevitably wrecked his composure.

Yoongi couldn’t help but laugh as Hoseok offered his hand to Yoongi like he were a young royal about to descend a staircase. He gently smacked his hand away, breaking the tension that filled their bathroom and bringing a laugh from them both.

It was quickly brought back to the anticipated result as Yoongi stood on the scale watching for Hoseok's reaction - the days of reading the number himself were long gone.

"What's the verdict, Hoba? I'm right, aren't I? Can’t be more than 330, surely,” Yoongi rattled off smugly. He thought his offer of 330 was even too high, certainly nothing higher than 325, but he didn't want to be too right about it. He knew Hoseok was just working him up.

Hoseok's smirk dropped the second the scale beeped with the final number. His eyes scrunching in confusion as he asked Yoongi to step off and get back on.

"What? Can't believe I'm not fatter," Yoongi chuckled before adding, "I told you that my gaining had plateaued.”

The scale beeped again, but Hoseok's eyes widened even more than the first time, his jaw dropping a bit as he stared at the scale on the floor.

"Hyung...I-”

“Would you stop being so dramatic?”

“Yoongi, I can't read it."

"What do you mean you can't read it? I know its upside down to you, but it's not like you haven't done this a million times and-”

"No hyung, you don’t understand. I can’t read it because there is nothing to read. It just says max error.”

Yoongi scoffed and tried to keep his cool. He knew Hoseok well enough that this could be some elaborate rouse to get Yoongi worked up.

"It’s probably just low on battery," he grumbled while rolling his eyes. "Here you get on. I bet it'll say the same thing."

Hoseok looked at him with a raised brow, shocked that Yoongi was so completely in denial about this. His partner had to know why he couldn’t find a pair of pants that fit him.

Without hesitation, Hoseok stepped on the scale. They both watched as the red lines danced around the screen until his correct weight of 157 lit up.

“Get off, let me try again,” Yoongi huffed, again trying to keep calm. He wouldn’t exactly be upset about a higher number than he expected, but it definitely would be a shock. He always said he felt big…not quite this big though.

There was less patience this time as they waited for the result. Yoongi had to resist the desire to tap his foot in wait.

"Holy shit," Hoseok whispered. "You maxed out the scale."

Yoongi stepped back enough to look down at the screen himself, staring at the words ‘MAX ERROR’ displayed until it blinked and went black. He then turned his stare of shock toward Hoseok who bent down to pick up the scale.

Hoseok turned it over and started reading through the fine print of the label. His fingers traced the words searching for his answer before making a small, whimper-like sound in the back of his throat.

"Hyung, this maxes out at 350,” Hoseok said quietly, finally looking up at his partner to see wide eyes looking right back at him. “You weigh over 350 pounds, Yoongi.”

The direct confirmation broke Yoongi from his stupor as he started to run through his excuses, a way to reason how this could have happened. “But I - well, I just ate breakfast, and…and I had a big dinner last night. I’m seriously so full and-“

“Babe.”

“And I have some clothes on. This is a heavy sweatshirt and I have a shirt on underneath-“

“Hyung.”

“I mean, look at me, I’m obviously bloated right now. I’m probably retaining water too and-“

“Yoongi!”

They both stopped and stared at each other, Hoseok clearly waiting for Yoongi to respond honestly.

“I can’t believe I maxed out the scale…” Yoongi whispered as he nudged the scale with his foot, still seeming to process the realization.

Hoseok felt sweat start to prickle at the back of his neck. He was getting anxious that this was the sudden and difficult end of Yoongi’s gain. “Tell me what you are thinking.”

“Honestly…I’m thinking that maxing out a scale shouldn’t turn me on this much.” Yoongi's face flushed at his own admission, looking up to gauge his boyfriend's reaction.

Hoseok's eyes were slightly glazed over, a blush getting darker by the second. This was wildly unexpected, but the most incredible outcome Hoseok could have gotten.

"It's turning me on too," he finally admitted breathlessly.

Yoongi bit his lip as a shiver of pleasure ran down his spine. He wasn’t surprised to hear Hoseok’s reply, however, the confirmation sent a deep feeling of satisfaction through him.

"But it's okay if you want to stop," Hoseok quickly added. "You get to control this. Your body, your rules."

"But what if I don't," Yoongi whispered - gaze once again going to the floor. "What if I want to keep going?"

Hoseok's blush got several shades darker and reached the tips of his ears. "T-Then we keep going," he stuttered out breathlessly. “We absolutely keep going, hyung. As long as you want.”

Yoongi's hands moved to his middle, kneading the impossibly soft flesh as if it were proofed dough. When his eyes left the floor to find his partner’s, it encouraged him to continue.

"Well, that’s good, jagi because I suddenly feel very, very hungry. Must be some of that fancy breakfast spread left, right?”

Hoseok was completely red all the way down his neck at this point, but he also could barely contain himself. His hands joined the soft caress of Yoongi’s belly before he quickly worked out a plan. Yoongi became more than a willing participant since their arrangement began, but this was a new level of intensity for them.

“Why don’t you go get comfortable on the couch while I reheat our leftovers?” Hoseok asked, his voice taking on a darker, firmer tone that he knew made Yoongi weak in the knees.

Yoongi nodded breathlessly, ready to agree to anything as his eyes were fixed on their hands on his rotund middle. Hoseok lifted Yoongi’s soft chin with two fingers so they could make eye contact before he continued.

“Then, once you are all nice and comfy, I want you to order a box of your favorites from the bakery down the street. Okay?”

Hoseok smirked at the small gasp that left Yoongi’s lips. He normally ordered from the bakery for special occasions, but in Hoseok’s mind, this certainly felt like a special moment. Before Yoongi could do more than gasp and nod, Hoseok continued on again.

“And after you order your box of treats for delivery, you are going to buy yourself a new scale that can actually hold all of this,” Hoseok said as he hefted up his boyfriend’s malleable belly before letting it drop back down - both struggling to hold back a moan from the gentle smack of Yoongi’s belly falling.

Yoongi’s chest was heaving now, ignoring the latent ripple that coursed through his belly and the sweat starting to build on his brow. All he could do was again nod in response. Hoseok had never felt more in control than he had right then.

“And while you are picking out your new scale that can handle all of this, I’m going to feed you all the breakfast leftovers until our delivery arrives and you can work on your box of fancy pastries all day long. Sound good?”

Yoongi felt like he hadn’t stopped nodding and letting out little whimpers, but he couldn’t do more than that, feeling overwhelmed by his boyfriend’s words and touch alone.

“Words, baby, you know the rules,” Hoseok instructed with a smirk. He could see Yoongi’s eyes getting a bit cloudy, entering a headspace that meant he would likely be increasing his stomach capacity by the end of the night.

“Y-Yes. Please,” Yoongi eventually stuttered out, the only words he could find in his mix of anticipation and arousal. He wasn’t even really full yet and here he was, already falling apart.

“Good boy,” Hoseok responded, dropping a kiss on his forehead and a gentle pat on his belly as if Yoongi wasn’t an absolute mess. “Well, go on then. And maybe pick something comfortable to wear, babe. Something with a bit of room to grow, if you even have anything left in the closet.”

Yoongi let a louder whine fall from his lips as he ambled out of their bathroom without a second thought, knowing Hoseok’s eyes weren’t leaving him. As he riffled through his drawers for his bigger shirts, Yoongi tried to catch his breath and focus on making more room in his stomach because it was certainly going to be a long and filling day.

The type of day that would be a good start to breaking another scale.

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soft-bellied-tannies · 3 months

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OH MY GOD 😭😭😭

This is stunning. I love everything about this. I love Minimoni. I love the beautiful descriptions. I love the healthy gain. I love their love.

Definitely a new favorite 💜

Full of Life (Minimoni)

TW: eating disorder.

You know what I adore. Healthy fat. Round soft jiggle laid over muscle, proving that someone is loved. Gaining weight as a form of healing. Comfort and safety and trust.

Jimin gets "healthy fat." His previously malnourished and over-exercised body is finally getting more than the bare minimum number of calories to function. This all begins when he starts dating Nutritionist Namjoon, and his boyfriend purses his lips at just how little Jimin consumes in a day. Jimin is so exhausted all of the time. He complains of headaches, and Namjoon knows exactly why.

"Six cups of coffee and one granola bar is not enough fuel to last all day, little chick."

Despite Jimin waving him off with excuses about being too busy in the dance studio to eat, Namjoon hauls his own meaty, bulked-up ass to the kitchen at 1 am and cooks balanced meals for Jimin to snatch from his fridge on the way out each morning. He knows just what kinds of calories Jimin's deprived body needs. Moderately portioned rice and grains mixed with peppers, tomatoes, and a sprinkle of olive oil. A slab of seared salmon or some other healthy protein for Jimin's body to actually have enough energy to last the day. Sauteed vegetables, sliced cheese, and a healthy portion of fruit. A little bar of dark chocolate that he knows Jimin adores. A protein smoothie full of nutrients and calories for Jimin to sip in the morning instead of overdosing on caffeine. He adds an apple and draws on a sticky note. A little wobbly smiley face with a speech bubble. "Eat me!"

Namjoon presses another sticky note on the coffee machine for Jimin to see when he wakes up. A "breakfast and yummy lunch in the fridge for you. <3 Joonie."

Jimin is so pouty with affection when he wakes up and sees the notes and the food made with love from his hyung. He tosses it in his bag on the way out, chaotic and haphazard as always, almost late as he shucks on his trainers and snatches the delicious-looking smoothie instead of the stale coffee that he forgot to empty out the night before.

Namjoon keeps up caring for his boyfriend, and it isn't long before Jimin's frail and exhausted body begins filling in. Namjoon kisses his baby chick's pudgy cheek before heading to the early shift at the clinic, and murmurs as always, "love you-" before leaving.

Jimin having actual food and a well-balanced diet helps his body so much. He starts coming home from work with more energy, smiling and glowing at Namjoon with fuller cheeks, asking if he wants to go for a bike ride together along the river. Namjoon practically beams as he can see the life pouring back into his boyfriend now that his body is approaching a healthy weight. Jimin has a soft waist, and Namjoon can't help but adore it. Rubbing in his hands as he hugs him from behind in the kitchen, feeling the sweet, warm curves of his body and leaning down to kiss his neck. Jimin melts into him like usual, and Namjoon feels so much pride in the way Jimin's tummy gently pushes out into his hands. Jimin is so healthy. He's full of life and love, and Namjoon makes sure to worship the ever-living hell out of him, so Jimin doesn't slip into any of the negative thoughts that he confessed to him one night over a bottle of shared wine about why he started dancing- to lose weight.

Jimin is just so happy these days, and he knows that Namjoon is a major contributing factor. He finally has enough energy to start going to the gym with Namjoon whenever his cute, huge koala asks him with hopeful eyes. Jimin follows the exercise plan that Namjoon's personal-trainer friend at work whipped up for him.

"Nothing for weight loss," Namjoon had told Jungkook privately during their lunch break, "I just want him confident and healthy again. He was so frail, Jungkookie. I was scared he was going to break."

Jimin jogs on the elliptical and watches Namjoon squat with a bar of weight hiked over his shoulders. Tiddies and ass to die for. Namjoon is so fucking thick and yummy. Jimin licks his teeth after taking another drink of the protein shake that his boyfriend gives him every morning. They chase their weekly gym-runs with shower sex at home, and then Namjoon cooks them up a hearty breakfast to offset all of those burned calories.

His hyung is a little obsessed with clean-eating, but Jimin doesn't mind. It's cute how Namjoon always goes to the organic section of the store and bikes to the farmers market. Jimin practically has a personal chef with how good Namjoon's cooking is. There's always a delicious meal on the table for him, with seconds ready to be dished onto his plate.

Jimin finishes filling in, and starts filling out. He lays in the morning sunshine glimmering across their bed, thoroughly fucked. Both of them softly pant and bask in afterglow. Namjoon's warm, ringed hand is resting on Jimin's tummy and gently rubs circles.

"Have you noticed..." Namjoon's voice is fucked from moaning. Jimin turns to him and can't help but glow. It's his favorite sound. Namjoon's morning voice, deepened and scratchy from pleasure. "That sex has gotten so much better since you started eating more? You have more energy, baby."

Warmth floods Jimin's cheeks, but he nods, a little bit shy. Namjoon's hand caresses the curve of his waist, fingers sinking into the supple weight. "I love this, by the way," Namjoon whispers and gives Jimin's love handle a little squeeze. He squishes in his hyung's hand. "I prefer you healthy and soft over sharp and exhausted," Namjoon nuzzles into his neck, and Jimin wraps around Namjoon's warmth.

The truth spills out of Jimin before he can think twice, "me too..."

"You haven't had a headache in months too, lovely. You're full of life." Namjoon cuddles him back, pulling him into his thick chest. Jimin burrows into it, breathing him in. Jimin isn't dumb. He's noticed the way that his body has been rounding out, filling up with muscle and a healthy layer of supple padding, making him curvy and plump. His hips even have stretch marks over them, complete with bruised kisses painted over them by Namjoon. His hyung has done such a good job of making him feel comfortable and loved in his new body.

"I know," Jimin whispers into the safety of Namjoon's chest, knowing that it's all because of his boyfriend's care. "Thank you, Joonie. I'm so happy like this."

That's all that Namjoon needs to hear to practically rumble in his chest, and kiss the top of Jimin's head. He pushes Jimin onto his back, laying his hearty weight on top of him and sliding his big hands down to Jimin's waist. One of Namjoon's dimples presses into his cheek as his lips curve up into a smirk. "Now that I don't have to be so careful with you..." He squeezes Jimin's plump sides, "You're fucking sexy with some weight on you, baby."

Jimin's cheeks heat up, and a whimper bubbles out of his throat. Embarrassing. That's embarrassing that he just whined from Namjoon squeezing his tummy. "I- I am?" He looks up at his hyung's hungry face. Namjoon pets his palms over him, squeezing everywhere that's warm with fat. His lidded eyes darken.

"I told you that I love this- Healthy. Curvy. Soft. You're perfect for squeezing and biting." He licks his lips as he drinks Jimin in. The look that Namjoon is keeping him pinned with has Jimin wanting to mewl and arch up into him. To hook his stretch-marked thighs around Namjoon's waist and beg.

All Jimin can do is whine and tug on his boyfriend's thick biceps.

Namjoon purrs as he worships him. "A healthy mix of muscle and enough pudge for people to know that I'm taking good care of you. That you're finally being kept well-fed." He shoves his hands underneath Jimin's back and slides down, getting a thick handful of his ass cheeks. Jimin feels like he's going to catch on fire with how much pleasure is thrumming through his body, settling in the core of his belly. Namjoon sinks down and hums against his fluffy belly, like he knows where the heat blooms inside of Jimin. "Softened tummy and tits for me to worship, and a plump peach for me to bruise-"

Namjoon's teeth scrape against Jimin's padded hip bones. Jimin whines uncontrollably, dissolving into melted desire at the body worship. He desperately clutches at Namjoon's hair, tugging hard just how his hyung likes it. His back arches, making the sweet curve of his belly push up into Namjoon's face. He can feel his boyfriend's lips stretch into a smile against his skin.

"I'm taking advantage of all of that extra energy you have for my own pleasure. That makes me a bad hyung," Namjoon drags his lips up Jimin's stomach. God that feels so fucking good.

"Take advantage- Please-" he gasps and frees his pillowy thighs to hook them around Namjoon and lock him in place. He wants him to keep kissing his tummy. "Gods, Namjoon, please fucking take advantage- I'm all yours-"

Namjoon laughs in delight against Jimin's softened stomach and begins pressing firm, needy kisses down his belly and across his waist. His voice is teasing and thick with desire.

"If you insist, baby..."

Jimin is cut off by a moan. "I fucking insist..."

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soft-bellied-tannies · 3 months

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hey I saw your message about it being quiet, and just wanted to say, I love all your work - sorry I don’t comment much, but they’re so fun to read and imagine :).

on a side note, do you take requests?

Hi! Thank you so much for reading and your kind words! 💜

Yes, I take requests! I do my best with the ones that fit my style and I’m open to writing any pairings/all seven. I just ask that anyone requesting looks through my pinned post before sending any prompts. Thanks for asking! ☺️

#soft bellied tannies

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soft-bellied-tannies · 3 months

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I’ve been feeling this too. It feels very quiet around here lately. I hope everyone is doing well. 💜

why is it so silent in here,, 🤔 ?

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soft-bellied-tannies · 3 months

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Hidden Intentions

Read here or on AO3!

Jin and Hoseok had talked about it many times together - enjoying watching their partners settle down. They loved the physical display of their love and seeing them indulge, seeing them eat.

It was a shared interest that they could discuss together and figure out ways to foster it more often in their home which is how nights like these came to be.

It became quite obvious that some of their partners were more susceptible to their interests with proper planning.

Namjoon, Yoongi, and Jimin had always been easily fixated on a deep conversation, especially after getting philosophical or introspective. Their other four partners thought it was endearing and sweet.

Jin and Hoseok talked it through and figured out that if they kept Taehyung and Jungkook occupied and ensured that the other three didn't run out of food and wine, they could have them mindlessly eating and talking for hours.

It started with an unsuspecting meal, but a good meal nonetheless.

Jin prepared a nice, hearty meal that Hoseok paired with rich, red wine. They gave them one solid plate to start the night off right without overdoing it along with a big glass of wine to loosen them up, encouraging their dive into a sound discussion.

With promises of playing their favorite games after cleaning up dinner, Jin and Hoseok distracted the youngest two while encouraging their other partners to get comfortable on the couch and continue talking.

Truthfully, they couldn't even recall what the conversation choice had been that night - just that it was focused enough to have Namjoon, Yoongi, and Jimin blindly agreeing to the directive.

Hoseok sauntered into the living room with a fresh bottle of wine, topping off their glasses and accepting their affectionate thanks and kisses, but he also didn't linger long enough to interrupt them.

While giving them time to nurse their once again full glasses, Jin crafted a spread of salty snacks that would be easy to grab without a second thought.

Bowls of chips and popcorn alongside a nice spread of cheeses and nuts that paired well with the red wine.

Jin couldn't hide his soft smile as Jimin pulled him in for a gracious peck, thanking the eldest for his continued care throughout the night.

And that smile only grew as he watched all three of them extend a hand toward the tray of snacks, grabbing the first bite of many that followed while humming and nodding at another point that was made in their chat.

Jin and Hoseok tried to hide their excitement when Taehyung and Jungkook excused themselves to go play a few rounds of a video game. It was the perfect excuse for them to keep an observant eye on the living room, ready to refill and watch.

All three grab without thinking, always seeming to have a bite of something in one hand and their wine glass in the other as they delve deeper into their conversation.

Namjoon and Yoongi clearly held the brunt of the shared appetite, both reaching for the tray of food like it was a practiced routine. Surely neither of them had ever eaten this much in one sitting before.

Jimin, on the other hand, was their lovely heavyweight, especially when it came to wine so Hosoek decided to pop a bottle of prosecco open after the third round of red wine refills.

While Jin filled glasses with water and offered cans of Coke to the other two, Jimin smiled with excitement when Hoseok handed him a new glass full of his favorite bubbly - thanking him with a kiss similar to Jin's earlier.

It started to seem impossible that they still had room in their unsuspecting stomachs as they watched them find a new tangent for their discussion while greedily sipping on their fresh drinks.

Jin and Hoseok couldn't believe that they were not recognizing the effects building up.

Could Namjoon not feel the way his waistband appeared to be straining? How the jeans were certainly creating a red, indented line across his midsection?

Was Jimin oblivious to how he had curled into the loveseat with one hand resting on the crest of his clearly bloated middle, his cute chubby fingers self-soothing his taut skin?

Did Yoongi really forget that Jin had refilled the popcorn bowl twice now after emptying it himself? How could he be ignorant to the salt puffing up his cheeks and swelling his stomach?

Seeing their plan perfectly unfold left Jin and Hoseok struggling to keep calm, needing all their restraint to not interrupt their conversation to gently rub bellies and kiss soft cheeks.

Ideally, they would explore more intimacy than that, but both had to exercise a different type of control than the one they already had that night.

By midnight, Taehyung and Jungkook had already said their goodnights and gone to bed together, also unaware of the pure indulgence that had taken place for hours after dinner.

It was clear that Namjoon, Yoongi, and Jimin had finally tapped out - completely wine-drunk and overly full.

Namjoon and Yoongi had pushed their drinks away, talking more quietly between each other when they noticed Jimin start to doze off.

Hoseok had rescued the last bit of Jimin's final glass of prosecco from where the glass dangled in his sleepy hand. He dropped a few kisses on his forehead, enough to wake him and help him off to bed - dragging a slow-moving Yoongi along to one of the available beds as well.

While Yoongi seemed to find sleep the moment his head hit the pillow, Jimin seemed to have a slight resurgence that was testing Hoseok's ability to stay calm.

Crawling into the middle of the bed, Hoseok couldn't help but think of no better place to be aside from a bed that could somehow fit all seven of them. He took a moment to look over Yoongi as Jimin got situated, appreciating the way his plump cheek squished against the pillow and how he cradled his full stomach in comfort.

Jimin scooted himself backward until he felt Hoseok's chest against, humming in contentment and mumbling his love for the other.

Hoseok couldn't hold back any longer with how sweet the younger looked and sounded, reaching his hand over Jimin's waist as he would any other time except this time it found the taut crest of his stomach.

He began by gently caressing circles over Jimin's now clingy sleepshirt before Hoseok ventured below the fabric, receiving a pleasant sound from his drowsy partner.

With growing confidence, Hoseok pressed a little firmer with his still gentle massage and felt the way Jimin's impressive bloat fought back against his fingers until an unexpected burp left Jimin's mouth.

Hoseok stilled, unsure of what the reaction may be, and was shocked when he heard Jimin let out a squeaky giggle before saying, "I'm all bubbly."

The ever-charming disposition of Jimin made Hoseok join him in laughing, continuing his massage and agreeing, "Yeah, baby, you are."

He held it together long enough for Jimin to finally fall asleep, not before letting out a few more muffled hiccups and burps. Hoseok mind raced with excitement and kept a tight lid on his arousal, knowing that it would be such a fun story to recall for Jin.

Jin who was left with Namjoon and would have a story of his own to share.

Namjoon was clearly the farthest gone, considering his much lower threshold for holding his alcohol. He had to keep his composure as his partner leaned his full weight against him during their trek upstairs.

It wasn't news that Namjoon was a rambling, lovey drunk, but Jin hadn't expected this particular type of ramble when he led the other to bed.

Spending the next ten minutes until he knocked out, Namjoon babbled on about how good Jin's cooking was, how caring Hobi was, how nice their night was - on and on until his words were replaced with snores.

Jin cuddled up beside him, similar to Hoseok in being unable to keep his hands away. He let Namjoon rest his head on his chest and stared at the ceiling as he tried to ignore the sensation of Namjoon's soft middle against his side while running his hand up and down his back.

And it seemed that their little experiment had not ended there.

When those three woke up the next morning hungover and still impressively bloated, they excused it with all the wine as the drunken haze of their night can only recall the nice long talk and alcohol, seeming to forget the progressive stuffing that took place over hours.

Jimin was tucked up against Taehyung on the couch in an oversized hoodie, arms over his recovering midsection and aching head on the other's shoulder who was quietly recounting his and Jungkook's successful night of gaming.

Yoongi was nursing a cup of coffee at the kitchen counter, silently watching Jin and Jungkook prepare a carb-loaded breakfast to combat the queasy hangover nausea and occasionally accepting bites that Jin offered him.

Namjoon had the worst of it. He was laid out on the couch, a silver of his soft tummy visible from where his shirt rode up, and his head in Hoseok's lap - the other being incredibly gentle as he ran his hand through Namjoon's hair.

Taehyung and Jungkook had asked what caused the random drunken Friday night considering it started with a nice dinner and no intention of being more than a relaxing night.

Jin waved them off, excusing the other three for simply being able to enjoy their night however they liked.

The relaxing day continued due to the big breakfast and tired mood piling on top of their persistent hangovers. Taehyung and Jungkook sensed the shared mood and matched their lounging and calm attitudes.

Jin and Hoseok shared a few pointed looks at seeing how nicely Namjoon's clingy t-shirt framed his still-full belly or how Yoongi was sitting with one hand on his bloated middle like it was made to perch there or how Jimin spent the entire day with Taehyung's or Jungkook's hand slipped under his big hoodie.

Although they never discuss how that night unfolded or the accepted aftermath, it also was far from the last time it happened.

Those nights managed to happen once a month at least. Jin and Hobi became pros at spoiling their partners and Taehyung and Jungkook seemed to join in, a solidarity in pampering their partners.

Much to Jin's and Hosoek's delight, the nights were never anything but perfect each time they were graced with the opportunity - quite obvious when looking at how their partners were filling out.

They knew it would likely become a topic of conversation at some point. Namjoon, Yoongi, and Jimin were too intelligent to not have already caught on to something happening.

Maybe they would start with Taehyung and Jungkook considering how the pair tend to join in now.

The way their hands always seemed to find their way under Jimin's shirts or rest on his round backside and how they offered to feed him during the more rough hangover mornings.

The way Taehyung liked to pinch Yoongi's cheeks or pat his belly and how Jungkook curled around Yoongi claiming he was always so soft and warm.

The way Jungkook likes to climb on Namjoon's lap with praise for how soft and comfortable it is or how Taehyung likes to sneak his hand into Namjoon's back pockets any time they are close to each other.

And, of course, it didn't hurt that their partners were truly stunning as the arrangement continued, helped by the fact that they never ran out of things to discuss with each other. Those long nights of food and wine became second nature to their sweet, softening loves.

Namjoon with his softer thighs and layer of softness settling in his lower belly, often on show thanks to his continued wear of whatever shirts he grabbed from his closet without bothering to check the size or fit.

Yoongi with his dumpling-round cheeks and matching pale belly that seemed to absorb every calorie of their wine-drunk binges, his waistband permanently worn under his growing-rounder stomach.

Jimin with his interesting contrast as the salty snacks and mix of wines give him an impressive bloated belly each night of indulgence that then seems to find a final place in his widening hips and ass.

For now, Jin and Hoseok would relish in the successful indulgence of their hidden intentions, never growing tired of the display of gluttony they could bring out of their partners.

And who knows, maybe their hidden intentions aren't so hidden after all?

#soft bellied tannies #chubby bts #bts weight gain #bts feedism #chubby jimin #chubby yoongi #chubby namjoon #implied feeder jin #implied feeder hoseok #supportive jungkook #supportive taehyung

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SBT Little Bites Collections Update

Hey friends! With the start of a new year and many new ideas, I've decided to create a Little Bites Collection Series rather than one continuous work on AO3.

I have them separated by year in the new collection so 2023 has officially been completed and 2024 has now been started. I hope you continue to enjoy and please feel free to send prompts. I'm looking forward to sharing new stories this year! 💜

SBT Little Bites Collection Series

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Little Bite #35

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Jungkook’s metabolism crashed when he turned 27.

He never had to worry about watching what he ate, but now, every calorie was sticking. All of his hyungs already learned this lesson and had warned him, but he had not listened - assuming they were making excuses for their own softening gains over the course of their relationship.

Jungkook had joked a lot about them gaining weight, and some gave it right back to him once he softened up. Jin and Jimin, especially, because they got the worst of it from him. Jungkook never missed out on an opportunity to poke Jin's soft tummy or smack Jimin's wide backside.

He's also not stupid; he's well aware of the change happening with him. The way his once-toned abs have started to melt away into a slight layer of pudge or how his cheeks look a little puffy all day long now instead after just waking up or a salty bowl of ramen.

Noticing the change during the summer before his birthday, Jungkook had stayed on top of his gym trips and morning runs, but those weren't maintaining him the way they used to. With more birthdays, Chuseok, Christmas, and the winter season coming up, Jungkook was expecting it to only get worse. His 20 pounds over just the past three months felt like it was going to go up fast.

“Someone’s looking healthy.”

Jungkook hears as soon as he leaves the bathroom in just his towel, knowing at least one comment would be made after seeing the growing love handle pushing over the hem of the fabric wrapped around his waist. Of course, it's Jin.

“I swear to god, hyung.”

Jin had the decency to raise his hands in an act of innocence even though his face held a smirk.

“I’m just saying, looks like you’ve been eating well.”

“Are you calling me fat?”

“I’m certainly not calling you skinny anymore.”

“Wow…okay, then.”

Jungkook wanted to be more offended, but he couldn't find himself disagreeing, and deep down, he knew his hyungs only meant well. He knew he wasn't fat...at least, not yet, and his hyungs would never actually make him feel bad about it. Hell, they had warned him about it even though he would argue that none of them had put on weight nearly as fast as he seemed to be - likely at the hands of his much larger appetite and six doting partners.

“Do you disagree?”

“Not the point.”

“Happens to the best of us, Gguk”

“None of you are fat!”

“Well, that's up for debate and we certainly aren’t skinny little bean poles anymore either.”

Jin didn't roll his eyes even though he really wanted to do it. They had all expected a reaction as soon as they saw their sweet Jungkook start to soften and Jin knew it was going to be full of bickering just like this. Jungkook had to know he was in store for quite a bit of teasing after his fixation on everyone else's softness.

“What are we talking about?”

Jimin asked, entering the room and finding the same signs of growth on Jungkook immediately - eyes locked to where the towel was emphasizing Jungkook's sides.

“How Jungkookie’s getting soft.”

“I’m not soft!”

Jimin walked over with a similar smirk that Jin held earlier and surprised them both by pinching Jungkook's tummy, fingers finding the growing layer of pudge below his belly button bringing a deep blush to Jungkook's face.

“Hmm, pretty soft, babe.”

Jungkook let out an offended scoff as he smacked Jimin's hand away from his stomach. He tried to scowl at them both, but he knew he was less than imposing after his flustered reaction.

“I hate you both.”

"No, you don't and you know it."

"Whatever."

Jungkook fought to keep the smile off his face as he stomped away from the laughter of his hyungs behind him. He dressed in his biggest hoodie as a way to dispel any more comments and went off to find Namjoon and Yoongi, knowing they would let him pout and complain.

While they are both comforting and supportive with Namjoon's body maturity talk, neither can fully disagree either.

“Embrace it, it’s easier if you do.”

“And don’t listen to those two. They just like to push your buttons.”

Namjoon and Yoongi wouldn't tease him the way Jin and Jimin would, but they were honest.

“Also…you kind of deserve it a little bit.”

“Hey!”

“You still make fun of Jimin’s ass. He's going to end up with a permanent handprint one of these days.”

“Come on, hyung, his ass is huge, how do you expect me to keep my hands off of it? And it’s a compliment anyway! I love it."

“Did you ever think that we are complimenting you too?”

“Oh…”

"Yeah, so quit fighting with your hyungs. We've been waiting for this."

Jungkook nodded in agreement, still smiling about the fact that his hyungs were complimenting him before he realized what Yoongi said.

"Wait! You've been waiting for me to get fat?"

"You're not fat, Gguk."

"Not yet!"

Namjoon and Yoongi looked at him with a bit wider eyes before glancing at each other. They turned back toward him, Namjoon with a small smile and Yoongi with a raised brow.

"Not yet? Something you want to share, baby?"

"Shut up."

Both laughed as they watched Jungkook quickly leave the room with bright pink cheeks and a pouting face. Their laughs only grew louder when they saw Jungkook pass Hoseok in the hallway and the older decided to pinch Jungkook's cheek before Taehyung showed up, asking if he was hungry only flustering the youngest even further. Yoongi looked over at Namjoon, who seemed to think the same thing.

"Man, this is going to be fun."

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Little Bite #34

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Jimin grew up with a demanding mother since he was such a promising dancer.

She controlled every bite of food in their household and forced Jimin to work out and practice constantly, leading to injuries that stopped Jimin from dancing almost entirely.

Jungkook grew up with a mom who was a horrendous cook, but she was adamant that they have family meals together, take her food for lunches, and not order out - all related to her pride as a “traditional housewife”.

She was not controlling about the food health or intake amount, but Jungkook barely ever ate a full meal because her food was so terrible yet enforced.

Growing up in the same neighborhood and school, they found a solidarity in their precarious food relationships and decided to leave home for college together.

Jungkook and Jimin meet a group of five friends very quickly after arriving on campus who immediately noticed that both have terrible eating habits.

Jimin still with a rigid workout schedule even though he has chronic pains and Jungkook worryingly underweight with how thin he was.

All their friends, especially Yoongi and Jin, make a point to encourage them to eat more starting with making homemade meals for them.

It’s difficult to get Jimin to eat “off his meal plan”, but Jungkook is more than willing.

Jungkook instantly is in shock and is amazed by their food.

“I had no idea this could taste good!”

He immediately starts to build an actual (and huge) appetite, filling out rather quickly - finally getting himself to a healthy weight for his age and height.

He continues gaining as they help him rediscover foods he always thought he hated and he actually finds that he enjoys food for once.

Jungkook’s new appetite and enjoyment for eating created a healthy attitude toward food so it encouraged Jimin to break his instilled habits too.

He begins allowing himself to eat full meals, have dessert, and drink things other than water.

Feeling like he has energy and happiness thanks to food and his now boyfriends, Jimin also begins gaining weight.

He walks and does yoga plus casual dancing with Hobi instead of forcing himself to still do full cardio, strength training, and running.

Jimin does have periods of regression and anxiety after coming back from a bad visit with his parents or chronic pain flare ups.

He will tend to indulge in candy or sweets before he leaves for a visit due to stress, force himself to work off as much as he can right before he goes home, has a bad visit with his mother, comes back with a pain flare up due to pushing his body, and then allows the pack to pamper and spoil him while he emotionally and physically recovers.

Jungkook has random bouts of guilt from enjoying food so much now where he skips meals thinking about how hard his mom worked to feed them even if it wasn’t good.

It typically resolves with one of his boyfriends convincing him that his fostered love of food now does not reflect his childhood food relationship and once Jungkook eats again after skipping for a few days, he binges.

It takes some acceptance, but as Jungkook and Jimin are still active and so happy, it makes it easier to process.

Jungkook learns to cook with Jin and Yoongi, taking pride in being able to cook for his boyfriends as well.

He learns how much he loves being spoiled and enjoys the way he can encourage Jimin to eat more too, especially when they are both going through a hard time.

Jimin finally cut off his mother after a visit so bad, he needed a week to recover - spending full days in bed while his boyfriends cuddled and fed him.

They both foster comfort eating as a coping mechanism and find themselves eating their way through stressful exams, family issues, and insecurities.

However, both Jungkook and Jimin recognize how much healthier that is than the way they were living before.

Considering how affectionate and supportive their partners were on top of the personal acceptance, the weight started to feel like an accomplishment - a measure of pride and healing.

By the time they graduate college, there is nearly 200 pounds gained between the pair and a whole lot of love throughout all seven.

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Little Bite #33

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Taehyung was finally going to do it.

His New Year's resolution was to gain weight, finally taking the initiative to indulge in his own kink. The lack of partner to share it with be damned.

He had failed relationships in the past where people just couldn’t understand his interests. He had moments where stuffings were attempted and didn’t work out, leaving him uncomfortable without warm hands to help settle his bloated stomach.

Hypnosis feeder audios and feedism porn only helped him get off, never had enough encouragement behind it to make himself eat.

Taehyung decided the way to go would be intentionally planning his meals in a way that could fit into his normal routine. Without feeder encouragement or affection, he simply needed to increase his intake strategy.

Searching online for the right opportunities to make it happen and he finally found it. A free NYE consultation with personal trainer, Jeon Jungkook.

He claimed the free online consultation to get a workout routine, lying about his current fitness and ability. Taehyung filled out the portfolio “looking” for a heavy weightlifting plan with intense goals.

Jungkook built him a year long plan to follow, honed perfectly for someone well beyond Taehyung’s skill level yet accepted with enthusiasm.

And the plan only continued to work when Jungkook recommended his business partner and highly renowned nutritionist, Park Jimin, who was also running a New Year’s special considering the rise of resolutions in early January.

Taehyung presented his new workout routine as what he will be following for the next year. Jimin built him an extensive plan for bulking and maintaining this rigorous lifting routine, making sure to emphasize the importance of increasing his intake and nutrients to stay healthy.

Like the good listener he was, Taehyung followed Jimin's bulking plan perfectly. Dense protein packed shakes in the morning, heavy carb loading lunches for his “demanding workouts”, and healthy fats piled high on his dinner plate for “recovery”.

He meal prepped and happily enjoyed his “necessary” diet plan while not lifting a single finger toward Jungkook’s thorough fitness plan, but Taehyung couldn’t bring himself to feel bad.

Not when the scale was finally going up in a way he never thought he would get to enjoy. Sure, it was a slow and steady gain, but it worked for Taehyung’s solo gaining journey and that’s what mattered.

Two months and nearly fifteen pounds heavier was satisfying, but it also made him want to push for more. It was only further encouraged by the unintended secondhand embarrassment he got from unexpected calls.

Jimin and Jungkook both check in one day, stating they want to follow up with their NYE promo clients throughout the year to see if they would like to return and pay for services. Taehyung declined and assured them that their plans were perfect and working well for him, feeling the flustered redness fill his face at the blatant lie he was telling.

Months continued to pass and Taehyung’s appetite increased. He got better at making Jimin’s protein shake recipes and started to up his portions over time, feeling pride in his gaining success.

By August, Taehyung had turned his slow fifteen pounds into a much more solid forty. With his interests finally fulfilled and such a nutritionally packed diet, he felt better than ever.

The weight packed on densely from his substantial intake and he was quite proud of his growing potbelly. He loved the fact that his gain stuck to his middle and how his large protein shakes left him bloated and round under his snug shirts.

However, Taehyung didn’t consider the fact that he did a virtual meeting with Jimin and shared a photo in his portfolio with Jungkook meaning they might remember his face.

When Chuseok comes and Taehyung was out visiting a local street festival, the last people he expected to see were his trainer and nutritionist. Here he was, nine months after meeting them, 50 pounds heavier with a growing gut and barely an ounce of muscle.

Taehyung would have felt the rush of humiliation no matter what, but it felt elevated considering that the pair was even more stunning in person - the definition of peak fitness and beauty.

And the heat in his cheeks and butterflies in his belly only grew more when he was met with the most unexpected reaction. As he braced for judging eyes and confused faces, Taehyung had to stop his jaw from dropping when he heard Jimin’s words.

“Looks like bulking is going well, Taehyung-ssi.”

Somehow, Taehyung with pink cheeks and stuttering words ended up at a table outside a food stall sharing an order of hotteok with the two who expected him to be a cut and trim bodybuilder by this point.

And sharing was said lightly considering how Jungkook kept placing them in front of Taehyung until the serving plate was empty.

The night turned out to be full of more and more surprises as Taehyung learned they were a couple and had some interests of their own that sway quite the opposite of what one would think they were attracted to considering their careers.

Interests that could not have aligned more perfectly with Taehyung’s - it felt like a dream.

Jungkook shared how handsome they thought Taehyung was from the beginning and Jimin admitted that they hoped he would fail his rigorous diet in hopes of returning to them in the new year once again.

Taehyung was speechless until he found his words and confidence, commenting that the diet wasn’t considered a fail in his eyes and Jimin’s diet was more successful than he could have ever imagined.

And the surprises didn’t stop there.

All of Taehyung’s confidence washed away again when the pair started to agree and compliment his efforts. They then offered their services for free again, however, this time with Taehyung’s real goals in mind.

When Taehyung left their impromptu date full of street food, he was harboring a renewed sense of excitement for his growing frame.

Especially when he thought about the likelihood of a new relationship too, remembering the rush he felt when they parted ways and Jimin told him that they liked the belly better anyway, sending him off with a wink and kiss on the cheek.

Later that night, Taehyung got a text from Jungkook inviting him to dinner with them, but also an invitation to the couple’s shared office for full BMI assessment and plan update.

Taehyung knew in that moment that his New Year’s resolution was certainly a success.

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Whether you’ve been Army for 6 weeks, 6 months, or 6 years, it’s a hard time right now. BTS and Army is a place of warmth and safety and comfort for so many and no matter how we all feel today, it still is and always will be. Time will fly by and they will be back home soon.

I plan to stay active and still be here for myself and the community. Writing is a natural outlet for me and I intend to keep sharing that with all of you. I hope everyone is doing well and stays healthy just as I hope for all seven members too.

Whenever you are feeling down, remember that Yoongi said, “Life is tough, and things don't always work out well, but we should be brave and go on with our lives.” 💜

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I love this 🥺 so adorable

hi there! if you’re still taking fic requests i’d like a verkwan fic where both of them are oblivious to their own weight gain while being enamored with how chubby the other person is getting, like they’re so obsessed with each other they don’t even realize the changes they’re going through. idk if this prompt made that much sense 😅 anyways thank you!!!

Don't worry, that totally made sense! I hope you like this!

Ship: Verkwan

Word count: 1k

Vernon looks at Seungkwan across the dinner table. His cheeks have definitely filled out in the last few weeks, he notes. Vernon likes it. It makes his smile cuter and means he's been eating well. Seungkwan should always eat well.

When they get up to clear the table, Vernon notices that Seungkwan's butt is looking bigger too. His butt is one of Vernon's favourite features, so he naturally pays a lot of attention to it. And yes, it is definitely bigger.

Vernon gives it a good squeeze as he walks past Seungkwan. Yup, it feels bigger too. But this causes Seungkwan to jump and whirl around.

"Don't be a perv!" he says.

"Sorry Kwan, I can't help it," he says with a shrug. "Your butt is too tempting."

Seungkwan scoffs, but smiles.

As Vernon washes the dishes, Seungkwan studies him. His belly is pressing slightly against the edge of the counter. Seungkwan is pretty sure that that's never happened before.

Seungkwan likes it. It means Vernon enjoyed the food that he'd made.

Seungkwan gives Vernon a back hug. Vernon feels softer too, a layer of softness on his shoulders that Seungkwan rests his head on.

A few weeks later, as Vernon is pulling his clothes on, Seungkwan notices his belly again. They hadn't eaten for the last couple of hours, but Vernon's belly was still slightly distended from his body. It's a small pot belly that looks impossibly soft and Seungkwan can't help but find it adorable.

Seungkwan knows that this means the belly is now a permanent fixture on Vernon's body, no longer dependant on whether he'd eaten or not.

He looks good; really good.

As they sit next to each other on the small loveseat at their friend's house, Vernon notices that Seungkwan's leg is pushing into him a lot more than usual. As he glances into Seungkwan's lap, he works out the reason. His thighs, which have always been soft, have grown. The extra fat on them is causing Seungkwan to spread his legs more to make room for them.

Vernon wonders if Seungkwan has even noticed. He doesn't think he has. Vernon wants to drool; Seungkwan's thighs look delectable.

Vernon's belly continues to grow. It starts to almost strain against the white t-shirts Vernon likes to wear and his hoodies no longer drape off him. Instead, his belly pushes them outwards slightly, allowing anyone to see that Vernon has gained weight.

Seungkwan watches him get changed in the morning with a renewed interest, wanting to take in every aspect of his changing body.

Seungkwan's chest has started to puff up, developing small moobs. Vernon loves them, lavishing them with attention every time they sleep together. It doesn't help that his nipples are also way more sensitive, and just the slightest brush from Vernon's fingers turn Seungkwan into a whining mess.

Vernon likes these. He wonders if Seungkwan will get even more sensitive as his chest grows bigger.

Vernon reaches up into the top of the pantry to grab something for Seungkwan. As his arms go up, his t-shirt rises to expose the smooth skin of his growing belly. It's so cute. Seungkwan wants to ravish it with attention.

But now, when Vernon lowers his arms, the t-shirt stays ridden up. His underbelly is still right there. Seungkwan stares at it, before gently tugging Vernons' t-shirt back down and giving him a pat on the hip.

Vernon passes him the packet of cookies. "Thank you baby," Seungkwan says.

When Seungkwan sits on the couch, he lets out a soft "oof" sound. Seungkwan used to always be so graceful, so just plopping down like this is slightly out of character.

He must be getting too big to lower himself down, Vernon thinks. The idea of Seungkwan losing control in that way excites him. He pushes Seungkwan down so he's lying on the couch and hovers over him.

"You're so hot," he says. Seungkwan grins up at him.

Vernon's belly keeps growing, until now his favourite pyjama shirt leaves a sliver of skin on display, no matter what.

Vernon has grown and grown, and Seungkwan thinks he's so sexy. His hands are on Vernon whenever he can, and he's been making bigger and bigger meals to help Vernon stay like this. He would feel a little bad, but Vernon has been in a great mood for the last few months, so Seungkwan doesn't. Vernon is happy, that's all that matters.

Seungkwan's butt gets bigger and rounder, and now it's almost straining against his favourite jeans. His chest has grown more too, and now there's a soft layer of pudge on his stomach to match.

He looks soft and squishy all over. Vernon loves him. Seungkwan looks content and happy and incredibly hot.

Vernon has been helping a little, bringing home sugary treats every few days, just to see the way Seungkwan smiles both when he receives them and when he eats them.

Vernon likes being able to do this for him. Seungkwan deserves to be pampered.

"Let's go to bed, big boy," Seungkwan says one evening.

"Big boy?" Vernon asks.

Seungkwan smirks at him. Surely, he's noticed. Seungkwan crawls over to sit in his lap and gives his belly a gentle smack. It jiggles slightly. "I'm talking about this," he says.

Vernon looks down at his belly and frowns.

Seungkwan reaches over and pulls up his shirt until it's resting on the top of his belly, and takes it in each hand to give it a squeeze. "You've been getting bigger," Seungkwan says. "I love it."

"I hadn't even noticed," Vernon says. "I was too focused on you."

"Me!?"

"Yes! You must've noticed this," he says as he takes two handfuls of Seungkwan's butt. "You can barely fit in your jeans anymore."

Seungkwan goes bright red. "Is this why you've been obsessed with my butt lately?"

"You're addicting, Kwan," Vernon says. "Also these," he says, tracing over Seungkwan's nipples, and Seungkwan whines, shocking himself. "And these." He reaches down to take Seungkwan's lovehandles in his hands. "You look incredible."

Seungkwan brings his face closer to Vernon's. "So," he says in a low voice, "if I like the way you look and you like the way I look, why don't we keep doing this? I wanna see you get even bigger."

Vernon squishes Seungkwan's chubby cheeks between his hands, causing Seungkwan to make a pouty face. He kisses him softly. "I could get behind that."

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Oh my god, @chubbybubbyjoonie, it was so worth the wait! You did amazing with this prompt, I'm so glad I handed it off to you. It was definitely your style. Thank you for such a lovely Halloween surprise!

So thankful we shared prompts! Now I just need to keep working on your prompt for me 😅

Happy Halloween! It’s sadly the last day of chubtober.

This is a year long story I had promised to @soft-bellied-tannies. I apologise that it took me so very long but I wanted it to not suck 100%. I hope this is okay at least for your amazing prompt.

Anyway, this is the prompt given, which was soooooo good! Totally up my alley.

“It's OT7 w/ Jimin focus. OT6 is a witch coven that offers a service of meeting people's deepest desires. Someone else asks for a kidnapping and force feeding with a magical influence to increase their stomach limitations in the moment. Human Jimin is accidentally in the pick up location and is grabbed by mistake and stuffed against his will. They compliment his acting skills and he says it's because it wasn't acting and they realize it was the wrong person. They think Jimin is going to report them from misuse of magic, but he actually asks when they could do it again because he was super into it.”

These are the boys powers in the coven.

Seokjin - glimpse of future, Yoongi - fire, Hoseok - cold, Namjoon - strength/physical, Taehyung - water, Jungkook - shapeshifting.

(Warning ⚠️ - forced feeding, forced wg, magic, rapid wg, kidnapping)

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"Mails here!" Seokjin called as he entered the large sitting room, just off to the side of the front door. His coven, despite having a huge manor, loved spending time in the sitting room, doing their own thing while enjoying one another's company.

"Oh anything interesting Hyungie?" Taehyung skipped over, having been the only one without an activity. He preferred to join others on their own.

He only asked, knowing the boy hadn't opened any yet, because Jin's special ability allowed him to see glimpses of the coming future. It wasn't very specific, nor was it always accurate, but it was still a good gift to have on top of the basics.

It normally happened with touch and extreme concentration, but the boys loved when he would tell them their next client, maybe even get a glimpse of the person.

"Uh wait." Hoseok said waving his hands just before Jin could start speaking. "You know you need the practice Hyung." The sweet witch smiled at his eldest friend. Hobi was always on the boys for constantly practising their powers, but they knew that he just wanted the best for them.

"Fine." Jin sighed, letting the fire mage take the paper and read the instructions before Jin's prediction. He did have to admit, with Hoseok's help he was getting much better at prediction.

Jin closed his eyes and used his memory to remember the flashes he saw of the letter. "Blonde hair..." Was the first glimpse Jin got. He could seen the fluffy shaggy cut of the man head from behind. "Soft skin." The vision trailed over the side of the face, making Seokjin like his own lips.

"Red coat." That was a key hint. Sometimes he only ever got short looks at peoples features, which was ok, but not as obvious as clothing, especially when they were bold and bright pieces.

And finally, "The alley behind The Pavilion house," Jin smiled and opened his eyes, proud of his foresight and by the looks of his friends' faces, they too were proud.

"Good job Hyung." Hoseok smiled and patted his back while a chorus of similar expressions from the others rang in the background.

"He's a cutie too." Jin shrugged bashfully. "I think we might really enjoy this one." The person in his vision was exactly all of their types.

"Really?" Jungkook perked up as well, sitting in the chair with Taehyung who had rested himself sideways on Jungkook's lap.

"Absolutely." Jin smiled. Turning to Hoseok as he had finally sat back down next to Namjoon and opened the letter.

"Hyung was right." He beamed. "The Pavilion house, Friday night at 1:30am." He explained the details that Jin couldn't really pick up on with just a vision. "Blonde hair, fit body, red coat." Was all the description given.

Hoseok skimmed a little further and then cracked a devilish smile, bringing the others to the edge of their seats, waiting for him to spill the news. "Oh, we are going to love this one..."

"Jinnie, can you possibly get a reading on who it might be we're looking for?" Jungkook asked, hanging on the elder witches arm, snuggling closer to his coven member. The coven was standing high up on the roof of the apartment building looking down upon the alley behind the back of the pavilion strip club where they knew their client would be coming from.

"I guess I can try." Jin shrugged, knowing the others thought the same. Besides, it couldn't hurt. Jin closed his eyes, thinking about the person walking into the alley, right into their "trap".

He could see flecks of blonde hair and a fit body, just like it described in their request. Seeing as the group never met the clients until the requested day, as to not spoil the mood, they only went by very detailed descriptions of the people.

The letter was slightly more vague than others they had received who had planned their days down to the set of underwear they would be wearing for identification, but the coven had been at this a long time. They weren't particularly concerned about the risks anymore.

Jin's inner eye worked harder to catch a glimpse of the face of the person they were looking for. It took him a moment to work his mind to complete calmness, but he eventually got there and the image showed just for a moment.

The boy had rosy lips. His eyes were a dark brown, but still held an alluring look as if they were a more unique colour and he had a chiselled jawline that looked to be carved by the gods, just as he said in the letter.

All in all, Jin was breath-taken by the stunning boy. He could have stared at the vision longer if his mental clarity wasn't disturbed by his coven shaking him back to reality, telling him that someone was there.

When Jin finally got a hold of his senses once more he looked down and saw the face he had just seen in his vision... or at least he thought he had.

"That's him!" Jin exclaimed, pointing a sharp finger at the red coated person exiting out the back of the strip club adjacent to the apartment building. The elder couldn't be sure exactly, as they were nearly 6 stories above him, but the jacket looked the same.

"That's him?" Jungkook asked, looking over the rail to the boy below, not as impressed as he had hoped to be, but then again they were getting paid for this. They couldn't fall in love with everyone they supplied service to.

"Yes, quick Joon-Ah!" Jin said turning to the tallest, but Namjoon was already speeding away. He made it down the 6 flights of stairs in 5 seconds, bursting through the door of the building, startling their "victim".

Jin distinctly remembered thinking how good of an actor the boy was right then. Not that they could hear much from where they were, but they caught some of the body language and saw how the short male seemed to be trembling visibly at the sight of a man as big and strong as Namjoon.

The witch made a point of acting like a cheesy villain to play along, as requested by the man himself, before he whipped out the magic powder, knocking their client out cold. Namjoon managed to catch the short boy before he hit the ground, not wanting to risk injuring their paying customer and then signalled for the boys to come down. The plan was complete.

The short blonde boy groaned as he slowly awoke from the magical sleep powder some random had used on him. He was a little disoriented as he started to lift his head, but soon he was looking around the dark room, realising he didn't know where he was.

"Wha-" he asked, trying to move his hands, but found them strapped to the chair he was sitting in. He was held in place with what looked to be bondage ropes. The material was soft on his pale skin, but tight so he couldn't escape.

He nervously looked around, trying to find someone, or a way to escape, but he was sitting in the middle of a room, a good two metres from anything else nearby.

The room wasn't all that scary though. It was dimly lit, the walls red to give it a sultry vibe. The carpet was a plush dark grey with velvet red rugs scattered in no particular pattern. Draped along the walls were silk and chiffon sheets in black, red and gold, hung in arches to frame the large rooms' tall ceilings.

It honestly looked like a sex dungeon and the boy wondered if he had been gifted something from the strip club he had been in earlier. Was this how they selected their members for private dances? It seemed a bit much if he was honest.

"So you're awake..." a low, sultry voice called from behind and the blonde stiffened in his chair. His nerves felt on fire, not really liking secrecy going on right now. "So the fun can begin."

The boy tried to turn around to see the person behind him, but out of the corner of his eyes he could see movement. He looked dead on again and now saw three people coming out of the darkness around the edge of the room.

His chest tightened and his breathing picked up. "W-what is going on?!" He asked in a panic. This wasn't as sexy as he thought it would be. Most importantly he had thought it would be women, not men.

"We're going to give you the night of your life baby." A tall curly haired man said, coming at the tied up boy from the side. He had long fingers which easily reached out and rubbed up the short man's sleeved arm, making shivers run down his spine.

"What's your name beautiful?" Another asked before he could question the person. This one was at his other side and already close enough to whisper in his ear.

The blonde boy yelped in fright at the person so close to him. He tried to pull away, but the ropes tightened as he struggled. "Those are magic ropes baby... the more you struggle, the tighter they become." The same person from behind said, but the boy didn't believe him.

He continued to pull and fight, wanting to get some sort of control back in this terrifying situation, but a big tall man before him grabbed his chin and pulled his face up, hindering any sort of fight.

"We asked you a question, blondie... What is your name?" He said, his voice very dominant, making the man in the chair sink in it a little. His legs instinctively rubbed together at the very powerful aura coming from the man and before he knew it he was telling them his name.

"I'm Jimin..." he confessed. "Pa-" but a finger came up to his mouth, shutting him up.

"No need for last names love... Jimin is just fine." The person to his side said. Soon the people moved away slightly, all of them rounding Jimin to stand in front of him, making him quake in his seat. There were six people before him right now. Six strangers who had him tied up to do who knows what.

"Let's introduce ourselves... just to make this easy." The second tallest, and by looks the eldest, said. "I'm Seokjin... Jin if you like." He said, nodding his head politely.

"This is Namjoon, Taehyung, Hoseok, Jungkook and Yoongi." He pointed down the line, ending with the smallestc pale man who looked quite grumpy if you asked Jimin. He made a mental note not to anger him.

"W-what do you want with me?" Jimin asked once they had all be introduced. He didn't even believe they were their real names... kidnappers wouldn't be that stupid right?

The men all looked at him with a lusty gaze, keeping the creepy sex demon looks about them. "We are here to fulfil your wishes for the night... your wish is our command and we aim to please to the highest of our abilities."

While the boys chuckled, the one in the middle, Hoseok Jimin thought, nudged the younger looking one next to him. "And our abilities are pretty great." He says, confusing Jimin more.

He looks at the men with a furrowed brow, not sure what they were on about, but he really didn't need whatever this all was.

"So just relax, sexy, and let the coven do it's thing..." Jin said before his clicked his fingers and the lights dimmed even more. Jimin was nearly sitting in darkness, except for a small rim of light that allowed him to see just his own body.

His heart picked up again, pounding in his chest when he began to hear cluttering noises around him. "W-what are you doing? P-please I don't want this... whatever it is..." he called out to the darkness, but didn't get a reply.

The people just continued to work around him, pushing his anxiety to the edge before one person, by the fingers he knew it was that boy from earlier, Taehyung he recalled, grabbed his arms and slid his hands up Jimin's shirt before a knife appeared.

Jimin screamed in fright as the silver glinted in his eyes from the full light before it pressed at his shirt, pulling the seams apart from his shoulder all the way down to his wrist.

His sleeve was removed easily with a shred of the fabric and then the hands were gone and Jimin felt a cold breeze on his arm. "Hey!" Jimin snapped as his dress shirt was ruined. He had paid a lot of money for it from the best tailors.

But the elder, Seokjin poked his head into the light, smiling mischievously at the fretting man. "Don't worry... we saved your coat so you won't go home naked... that is, if you can fit it." He said cryptically, making Jimin dizzy with confusion, but he couldn't focus on it because someone was already tugging on his other sleeve.

"Such pretty skin... so white and soft. You'll look beautiful once we've finished with you." The youngest looking one said beside Jimin, ripping at his sleeve with pure strength. It came right off, falling down around Jimin's wrist before he pulled the knife out again and cut the fabric off.

Jimin looked around in the darkness of the room, trying to see if he could find some sort of movement or what was next, but he couldn't. He was completely blind to anything outside of a 10 cm radius of himself.

"Stop! Please! I don't know who is making you do this, bu-but I want to leave!" Jimin cried, feeling overwhelmed. It had been a long week for him at work and now with this frightening situation, he was feeling a little vulnerable.

But more hands just started to grab him, either removing more clothing, like his pant legs below the thigh, or feeling him up, touching his torso and thighs.

"God, baby. You're such a good actor..." Taehyung said moving into the light again. "You never mentioned that in your request." He chuckled for a moment before moving forward and kicking a stripe up Jimin's cheek, unbeknownst to the man, licking away a single tear that had left his eye.

Jimin mind raced at the mentioned request. He had never sent a request... they must have the wrong person. "N-no I don't want this! You have the wrong pers-ON!" He screamed loudly at the end when a firm hand came up and grabbed his cock in his pants, squeezing tightly.

The pale man Yoongi was now between Jimin's bare legs, holding his genitals in one hand. "Don't worry sweetheart. We don't judge people from their kinks... just relax a bit and let us do our thing... it's what you're paying for right."

The tight hand had silenced Jimin to nothing. The way the hand then started to rub and press against his rapidly hardening cock had him whimpering in seconds.

"Knew you'd like it baby." The tall man, Namjoon, chuckled from within the darkness somewhere, but Jimin was quickly becoming too floaty to know which way up and down was.

His mouth hung open when the hand around his cock started to heat up to an unnatural temperature. A human hand could never get that hot... it was close to internal body temperature, which made Jimin moan deeply.

Something wasn't right here, yet he couldn't quite place his finger on it. He tried to think about something else other than the warmth around his dick, or the cool wind still somehow blowing on him from somewhere... an AC he assumed.

But his mind was pulled abruptly from his train of thought when something rather soft was pushed into his open mouth. He hadn't even realised it was wide open in pleasure until a marshmallow was placed in his mouth and a whisper of "chew" was breathed into his right ear.

In a lust-drunk daze, Jimin obeyed, not even questioning whether he was being poisoned or not. He swallowed the sweet fluffy treat before another was dancing across his lips and he opened his eyes, finally questioning why.

"W-what? Why?" He said before the treat was pushed between his lips and he quickly chewed and swallowed again.

"A sweetie like you should be filled with treats, love..." Hoseok winked at him from his spot down by Jimin's left arm. He wasn't the one feeding him, but when Jimin looked he found the man had a tray of food himself and Jimin had a feeling he knew where it was going.

"You'll be as soft as a marshmallow once we're done with you." Jungkook, the person who was actually feeding him said as he slipped another into Jimin's mouth before kissing the white powder off the blonde's lips.

Jimin didn't know what that meant, yet, but he was too drawn into the kiss and feeling of hands still all over him to question too much. The next food was offered and Jimin just accepted it with a wide mouth.

Soon, Jimin's lips were glossy with his and many of the others saliva as they all dipped down for kisses before sliding in the next food.

Some were sweet, some savoury. Jimin's tummy seemed to be a little unhappy with the mixture, but a pair of hands were quick to rub his gut and soothe him easily, drifting the confused man back into his subby mindset.

Jimin had been eating whatever the men were serving him for a good 5 minutes before he started to question things again. He had drifted off with thought, but the train came right the way back and suddenly he was wondering just what was happening again.

Quickly he blinked his eyes open and nudged the strangers away from him. He looked around in dizzy confusion. "Wait..." he said, the men all stopping to listen to him again.

"Yes honey..." Jin asked, a soft expression on his handsome face, still proving to Jimin that they weren't hurting him, and he knew that, but there was more to it than pain.

"T-this isn't right..." Jimin shook his head, trying to clear the cloudiness he felt, but the fog was too strong. Especially when some of the others would hold him a little tighter, or squeeze at his cock again.

But Jin gasped, nodding to agree with Jimin. "Oh you're right... Kook, you're supposed to be changing him. That's what he's here for." Jimin's brows crinkled deeper.

A chorus of agreements sounded from the men around Jimin making him shake his head, not understanding.

"Sorry Hyung." Jungkook said from beside Jimin and before he knew it another marshmallow was in his mouth, but this time it came with a pit feeling in his stomach.

Jimin felt uncomfortable for a moment, almost as if he had eaten too much, but it quickly went away. He was wondering if it was just a strange thing caused by his nerves until the next marshmallow made the same sensation.

Jimin looked down at his tummy in confusion, not able to rub it because his hands were currently out of use. He didn't see anything strange yet but when another marshmallow came and Jimin tried to avoid it, the group got a little more harsh.

"Now, now baby. Don't play hard to get when you've been so good for us so far." The pale boy, Yoongi, said squeezing Jimin cock a little tighter. He tsked at Jimin before Jin leaned in and grabbed his cheeks, holding his head still.

Jungkook and Taehyung pushed in their respective foods, not caring if they didn't match and Jimin's body flushed again with that strange feeling. It almost felt like he was extremely full for a mere second before melting away.

Jimin whined, letting out whiny moans and tried to shake Yoongi off him, but the man was pretty strong. Jimin's eyes just teared up a little as he opened his mouth, seeing no other option but to give in to these people who had kidnapped him.

"Oh what a good boy!" Everyone started preaching how he was so good to just give in that it only affirmed Jimin's decision to go docile and just eat.

Soon food was being pushed past his lips so easily that the feeling didn’t even have time to disappear now. Jimin started to feel the fullness constantly.

He whined and moaned louder, the men all praising him for his pretty sounds when Jimin finally felt the first squeeze of his shirt against his bloated belly.

Jimin shot his head down to look at himself again and this time he saw it. His belly had bloated so much in the last 3 minutes that it was pressing holes between his button up shirt.

The boy's throat seized as he tried to scream, just letting out a high pitched grunting sound instead before trying to pull away again. He didn't know what the fuck was happening?!

"Calm down babe. Just let Kookie’s magic work it's wonders on this beautiful body." Hoseok smiled in the sweet heart shape that almost made Jimin accept it blindly, but he was too freaked out.

"N-no wai-" Jimin knew it was stupid to try and stop things... he was docile, remember. He had to keep telling himself that if he wanted to make it out of here.

They started pouring the food into Jimin’s mouth, feeling him get deeper and deeper into his submissive headspace as his belly grew.

Within minutes his gut was pressing so tightly against his shirt that the fabric was starting to tear. Jimin wanted nothing more for someone to rub it to soothe the full feeling, but everyone’s hands were too busy adding more food to him now.

“I didn’t think you could get any sexier, but you look so hot with this gut.” Taehyung smiled, adding a little smack to the taut skin, making the buttons finally give up the ghost and Jimin let out a choked moan as his belly was finally free to grow more.

The fabric shredded down the front, and due to the removal of his sleeves earlier, Jimin shit now fell into the crevices of the chair, exposing his whole upper body.

“Fuck!” The others all groaned finding how he burst from his shirt super hot. “Let’s burst his pants too.” Yoongi growled.

Jimin’s eyes fluttered as he slowly started to fall into a coma-like state, right on the border of consciousness. He could only let out little hums which even he didn’t know if they were in protest or encouragement anymore.

“Don’t just focus on his belly, Kookie.” Namjoon said, looking over at the boy. He was by his thighs and wanted to see the man getting fat all over, just like his letter request. “This baby wants to be a big old fatty all over… so let’s give it to him.” Jungkook smirked happily, spreading his magic over all of Jimin’s body.

Now the blonde could feel tingles in his legs, chest and arms too. His belly growth slowed down, as they kept up with the seemingly never ending food, while the rest of his body caught up.

Jimin was able to regain a little brainpower to focus on his body suddenly fattening all over. His eyes widened from their foggy state as he saw his thighs start to grow closer to one another, tightening what was left of his cut pant legs. His chest also began rising in his vision, adding little moobs over his tone pecs.

All in all Jimin could feel himself get heavier inside his own skin. It was a strange feeling. The stretch feeling taut but also easy.

He whimpered behind the food as his chins started to build up, the second one just scraping along his expanded chest, nearly hiding his neck completely.

Worst still was the extra firm grip Yoongi had on his cock which was starting to get rubbed by his fattening thighs, making him even hotter with pleasure.

The warmth from Yoongi's hand and the heat from his own fattening thighs squeezing at his cock and balls were nearly enough to push Jimin into cum, but the two fingers Yoongi had around his top acted like a cock ring, stopping any sort of orgasm he might have.

“Mmm-mhm… p-please…” Jimin managed to get the tiny word out between mouthfuls, but at this point nobody knew what he was asking for and when the fog came back his mouth hung open again awaiting more food.

Soon, what was left of Jimin’s pants exploded off him as well. His gut bouncing forward from being held back by his nice trousers. Now the flabby skin skimmed the tops of his thighs, hanging over his underwear waistband.

The vision of the once thin Jimin who was kidnapped was gone, replaced by a fat boy, looking close to 300 pounds already. His stomach rounded and rolled over his sides, forming love handles and a B belly.

Little moobs swayed, brushing the top of his bloated tummy, being pushed at by his fat upper arms causing some cleavage for the six witches to gawk at.

And his ass was not only raising him in the chair, but was slowly pushing out the back, between the chair backing and the gap before the seat part, looking like it was going to get him stuck real soon.

Jimin was now changed into a completely different person than when he first came in here and he still didn’t know why. Why had these people chosen him to stuff and fatten until he was a dumb piggy? Maybe he’d never know.

“He looks so good, Kookie.” The cobweb complimented their youngest’s great work as they began to finish off their food, happy with the way Jimin’s request was playing out, while Jimin just dribbled out spit as things were shoved into his limp mouth.

“You've become such a pretty piggy for us Jiminie.” Hoseok smiled, giving Jimin gut a rub once more. The small contact had Jimin moaning loudly, needing more hands to rub at his expanding body.

“P-please…” Jimin said again, seeming like all he could manage to get out now, but this time the boys understood. A few gave over their food for a moment to comply with their clients wish.

Namjoon, Taehyung and Hoseok started to rub Jimin’s body, Hoseok in his tummy, Namjoon at his thighs while Tae started to play with his pink perky nipples.

Jimin gained a pinky blush over his whole body, clearly loving the warmth of their hands on his now exposed body.

Yoongi also started to thumb the tip of his throbbing dick through his underwear, kneading the precum leaking from the boy back into his own skin as some sort of lube.

“Good fatty.” They all complimented, while Jin Taehyung and Yoongi’s spare hand kept the fattening food pouring into Jimin’s mouth. Their goal was to get him to the 400 pound mark before he came, which was gonna be very soon.

Jimin only gargled out a lame response to the coven's work on his body. He was completely gone. He had given into the pleasure and now it had absorbed him all the way. He was now just a good fatty…

"That's it." Jin smiled, pushing the last piece of chocolate into Jimin's mouth, wiping it around his fattened cheeks, showing the boy he was just a piggy. "Such a good little piggy for us."

The group all commented on how much they loved Jimin's eyes rolling around in his head as he was so close to being finished with his food and subsequently his transformation.

Jin sighed now that he had finished his food and got ready to watch the others continue with Jimin until he was done, which he thought would still be 5-10 minutes. He moved over to a chair sat on the side of the room, where the letter of the request just happened to be.

The elder picked it up to move it, when he suddenly got a vision. His eyes rolled back in his head as forced visions were more intense than ones he could control.

He gasped seeing a man, similar looking to the boy they picked up off the street, except this man wasn't very happy and he was wearing different clothes.

The man seemed to be angrily glaring around the dark alley Jin remembered from earlier that night. The witch finally caught on when he saw the man huff out a profanity and get back in his car, driving away.

"Oh fuck!" Jin yelled when his head flopped back to its normal position and his eyes refocused. "Stop!"

The coven paused their movements, most trays pretty much empty now anyway, leaving the fattened boy in the cuffs, panting as he tried to swallow down the handfuls still packed into his swollen cheeks.

"What is it, Hyung?" Taehyung asked, looking at their eldest with worry. Jin wasn't one for swearing and often scolded the coven for it, especially Yoongi and Jungkook.

Jin looked at the boy, looking like he might keel over from his stuffed body, and realised he really didn't look right at all.

"That's not our client..."

The group of witches looked at the elder in confusion for a moment, not sure what he was talking about. The elders kind of looked at each other, thinking maybe they were understanding, while Taehyung and Jungkook were still just standing there like stunned mullets.

"He's the wrong person..." Jin showed the letter in his head. "I just saw them, they were not happy." The elder cringed remembering the choice words the man said as he left the meet place they had organised. He was sure they'd be getting a very angry letter in the mail... now probably two.

The coven turned to the large boy they had just, apparently, kidnapped and fattened up like a little piggy. "Oh fuck." Yoongi said. Jin didn’t even bother to scold him at this point.

Jimin gasped as he still struggled to contain all the food they had just stuffed into his poor body, which they now realised he was not prepared for at all. "I-I *huff* told *huff* you...*hic*" he panted, trying to raise his head to the group even just slightly to get a better look at them.

“B-but we thought you were just acting!” Hoseok fretted, everyone taking a huge step back from the blonde who was not who they thought he was.

"Well what do we do?!" Jungkook panicked, dropping the tray in his hands, freaking out that they would get into some sort of trouble.

"Oh my god are we gonna be arrested?" Taehyung feeling the same panic their Maknae was. The two of them were always feeding off each other's energy. "I'm too pretty for jail!" He cried.

Jin, insulted that the younger thought he was the prettiest in the room, when they all knew that he was world wide handsome, screeched beside them. "You think you're too pretty! What about me?!" He wailed. Jin was nothing without his skincare routine!

"Really?!" Yoongi scoffed at the coven elder sinking as low as the panicked Maknaes. "Surely we have bigger things to worry about." He said pointing to the fat boy strapped to the chair in their basement.

The six witches look back to the puffing boy, trying to get a good breath in to keep himself from passing out. Jimin's red cheeks burned when he noticed the coven staring at him once more, but it wasn't in fear this time.

His lips twitched for a moment before he licked them to help the cracks left by no moisture in his mouth. He trembled in his cuffs, struggling to voice his thoughts. "S-so are you g-gonna let me go..." Jimin asked timidly, though a smile managed to break through when his eyes lightened, "cause guess I could go for another *burp* round..."

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soft-bellied-tannies · 6 months

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Full, Fuller, Fullest

It's the last day of Chubtober! I can't believe it went by already.

For the last day, I am posting a fic I have been working on for a while and love quite a bit. It fits with fatguarddog's prompt "surprise stuffing" and there are multiple surprises here for both partners. Plus, I promise I will eventually finish the 20 days of Chub: Jikook Edition - this is post #14 so I am getting closer!

I had a great time posting this month and I hope you all enjoyed it! :) Thank you for all the supportive comments and encouraging words, reposts and likes, all the engagement really helped me stay consistent and have a great time with it!

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Jimin paused mid-bite as he realized Jungkook was staring at him from the entryway of their living room. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, don’t mind me,” Jungkook said as he shook his head with an endearing expression. He walked over to the couch and sat next to his boyfriend.

With a skeptical look, Jimin continued eating - working through the last slice of his pizza as he knew that was his boyfriend’s focus. He chased it with what was left in his can of Coke before leaning back into the couch with a sigh.

Jungkook’s hand snuck over to his bloated stomach, giving it a little curious press. Jimin was slowly creeping toward potbelly territory and Jungkook couldn’t keep his eyes or hands off of it.

Jimin felt a wave of satisfaction knowing he could get his partner so worked up. They had only been trying this out over the past year, but lately, he had really been pushing himself to get this reaction.

“I’ve never seen you eat this much, baby,” Jungkook said softly, leaning in to place kisses along his boyfriend’s jaw.

Jimin smirked and pushed his belly farther into Jungkook’s hand. “You want to see me eat a little more?”

Jungkook’s head snapped up and he looked at Jimin with an interested smile. “Of course.”

“There’s still ice cream cake in the freezer from your birthday,” Jimin said suggestively, moving his hands to button his pants with the impending addition to his midsection.

Jungkook hopped up and quickly made his way to the kitchen. He was back in less than a minute with the cake box and a spoon, sitting beside Jimin as he already was carving out the first bite.

Holding the spoon up to Jimin’s lips, Jungkook watched excitedly as his boyfriend accepted the bite.

As he fed Jimin bite after bite, Jungkook could barely contain himself. Every time he thought Jimin was going to tap out, his boyfriend opened his mouth for the next bite.

After what would have been two full slices of ice cream cake, Jimin finally asked him to stop.

“Ah, I think I might have overdone it…” Jimin mumbled as he reclined back, panting a bit as his hands rested on his stuffed belly.

Jungkook was in awe, ready to worship every inch of Jimin’s body. His hands worked under Jimin’s tight shirt as he gave him a gentle belly rub.

“You are incredible,” he whispered, followed by a kiss.

Jimin smiled and kissed him again. “Feels incredible, Gguk.”

Jungkook spread his hands over Jimin’s belly again, squeezing slightly and bringing a moan from his boyfriend’s lips. “Yes, it does, baby. Absolutely incredible.”

—

Jimin rolled onto his side and tucked his face into the pillow, trying to hide from the morning light. They had not gone to bed until late into the morning after their little session the night before and Jimin was exhausted. He hadn’t even remembered going to sleep.

Not only was Jungkook motivated after seeing him eat so much, but the state of his stomach was really a sight. Since exploring their shared kink, they had not yet entered the realm of actual stuffings and his gain was only forty pounds or so. It had all been very casual with Jimin eating more calorie-dense foods or snacking throughout the day along with his meals.

With no intention of eating as much as he did last night, Jimin decided in the heat of the moment that he wanted to go for it. He had genuinely been hungry before dinner, starved really since he had to skip a full lunch for a work meeting. It truly was a surprise to himself just as much as Jungkook to stuff himself beyond full.

His goal had been to finish a whole pizza for himself and thought that would put him near his capacity. Unexpectedly, he ate it easily with a few sodas to help wash it down. He could’ve stopped there and been perfectly happy about it, but something about the way Jungkook reacted made Jimin want more.

Again, without Jungkook feeding him, more would have never been nearly a third of the ice cream cake from their freezer. More would have probably been a few cookies from the pack in the pantry, but Jimin was not complaining about how their night went in the slightest.

Eating that much had honestly felt great and the absolute body worship from his partner that followed was even better. Jimin was starting to question why they hadn’t tried it sooner.

Jimin opened his eyes and found that he was alone in bed which was surprising since Jungkook was always the one who slept in longer after their long nights. He heard distant sounds in the kitchen and his confusion only grew when he realized that Jungkook was likely cooking breakfast.

He wasn’t even sure if he was actually hungry yet and that was only further emphasized when Jimin finally pulled the covers back and sat up. Even after a few rounds with Jungkook last night, he was still feeling full when he drifted off to sleep and he was still looking full this morning.

Jimin had never been this bloated in his entire life. His stomach was just as rounded below his cotton shirt as it was last night after Jungkook cleaned him up and dressed him for bed, maybe even more now as it was settled lower from digesting it all.

When he first started gaining, it felt like every pound went directly to his lower half. His ass and thighs still filled out more than anything else. While Jimin certainly didn’t have the flat plane of his stomach anymore, it was really just an added layer of softness.

But this morning, Jimin was sporting a genuine potbelly on full display and he was loving it. He knew that after getting up and moving around, the bloating would work its way out, but he was going to enjoy the feeling for now.

Little did Jimin know, Jungkook had a surprise of his own after their eventful night. He had always thought the part of the kink that did it for him was just Jimin’s body. The effects of his eating making him softer over time was what Jungkook fixated on, but last night changed some things for him.

Seeing the immediate effects of Jimin pushing his stomach capacity, feeding him bite after bite himself, hearing the sounds from his partner not only while he ate but also while they made love - Jungkook realized he had been limiting their potential and enjoyment.

That is the exact reason why Jungkook was cooking all of Jimin’s favorite breakfast foods. He could see how much Jimin loved every part of their night and they were officially on a week-long staycation for Jungkook’s birthday so he made a plan.

Feed Jimin as much as he was willing to eat for the next few days.

It was around their birthdays last year when they finally discussed trying it out so it only felt right to take another new step. They had always agreed that the minute either one of them felt uncomfortable, they would back out, but they were never going to find out how far they wanted to go if they didn’t try.

The minute Jimin stepped into the kitchen, Jungkook knew he made the right decision.

Rather than high-waisted leggings or bike shorts that he liked to wear around the house, Jimin had chosen a pair of Jungkook’s sweatpants that hugged his soft hips and thighs, tucking the waistband below his stomach - only emphasizing the roundness of his bloated middle.

Jimin had kept Jungkook’s black oversized t-shirt on, but with each step, the shirt bunched up on his hips. The shirt slowly tucked itself into his low waistband as he walked, making his belly even more evident.

Jungkook crossed the kitchen and couldn’t resist getting his hands on Jimin. He slowly ran his hands along Jimin’s sides from mid-thigh up to his chest and back down. “Good morning, baby.”

“Good morning,” Jimin whispered in response before leaning in for a kiss. “What’s got you up so early? I thought you would have been sleeping for at least a few more hours.”

“Well…that is something I want to talk to you about,” Jungkook said, taking Jimin’s hand and leading him to their dining room table which held a nice spread - a bowl of fruit, a few different street toasts stacked with egg, ham, and vegetables, some rice and kimchi, and the most surprising for Jimin, a stack of American-style pancakes.

Jimin’s eyes grew a little wider as he switched his focus between the table and Jungkook. “What’s the special occasion, love? I think I barely have more room from last night as it is,” Jimin joked as he ran his hand over his stomach.

Something about Jimin acknowledging his body pushed Jungkook to lay out all of his feelings. He explained how amazing last night had been for him and that he hoped the same went for Jimin, told Jimin how incredible he looked and how he wanted to see that belly on him all the time, admitted that he really loved feeding Jimin last night and wanted to do it more.

Jungkook felt at ease the more he talked as he watched the recognition and excitement build in Jimin’s eyes. He hadn’t expected Jimin to disagree, knowing that his partner would have stopped them last night if he grew uncomfortable.

“So, you are going to start making my breakfast? Is that what this is all about?” Jimin asked lightly, giggling as he motioned to the food across their table.

“Oh, not quite. I have, uh…a proposition, maybe, is the right word for this,” Jungkook answered, trying to think of the best way to present his request.

Jimin nodded with a small smile, seeing some of Jungkook’s nerves return. “I’m all ears, Ggukie.”

Jungkook took a deep breath and figured the worst thing Jimin could say was no. “I was thinking…hoping, really, that we could keep going.”

“Keep going?”

“Sorry, I’m not explaining this well. Last night was amazing.”

Jimin nodded again, his smile growing a little more. “Yeah, it was. I felt great, still feeling great this morning actually.”

Jungkook felt motivated by that answer. “So, we are officially on our little staycation for our birthdays. We have all week off and we don’t really have to go anywhere or do anything, right?”

“Right, that’s what you wanted for your birthday and I have no intention of changing that. I want you to have exactly what you want, love,” Jimin responded confidently, still unsure of what Jungkook was proposing.

“Well, by keep going, I was thinking that we treat each meal like dinner and dessert last night. Maybe for the next day or two, I just keep feeding you. Keep you nice and full,” Jungkook explained, his voice dropping lower as he talked and his hands massaging Jimin’s sides. “See if we can make this cute little belly a bit bigger, hmm?”

Jimin inhaled sharply as arousal shot through him like a hot knife. Between Jungkook’s wandering hands and enticing idea, he couldn’t stop himself from pulling his partner in for an intense kiss that devolved into a brief yet vigorous make-out session in the middle of the kitchen.

“Yes, fuck, please, baby…feed me for as long as you want,” Jimin replied, his voice dropping low and raspy as he panted in between kisses.

Jungkook didn’t have a chance of holding himself back now. He managed to break the kiss long enough to lead Jimin to his usual seat at their table and immediately started filling his plate.

Even though he was certain that he wasn’t going to eat much after his hefty dinner last night, the wave of hunger that ran through Jimin after Jungkook’s enticing offer could only be defined as ravenous.

Jimin accepted one of the breakfast sandwiches and started eating it while Jungkook prepared his pancakes with more butter and syrup than Jimin would ever normally consider appropriate.

The rest of his breakfast went by in a blur.

Jimin knew that Jungkook had eaten some of the food he prepared, but he had no idea how much either of them truly ate. He felt as though the excitement for the next few days made him block everything else out and he simply ate anything Jungkook put in front of him.

It wasn’t until the last pancake that Jimin felt his body push back. That familiar feeling came creeping back from last night as he tested the limits of his stomach capacity. His belly was firm as he packed every available space with Jungkook’s delicious breakfast.

“Ggukie?” Jimin finally asked the first word he had spoken since they sat down to eat.

Jungkook had to shake himself from his stupor, having spent the past twenty minutes just watching his partner eat more than he ever expected Jimin to eat given the fact that he was still quite bloated.

“Yeah, baby? You okay?”

Jimin let out a long breath and leaned back into his chair to give his stomach some more room to expand. He rested his hands on the crest of his belly, lightly massaging the tautness of his skin. “Mhmm, just…can you feed me the rest? Please?”

The added pout was truly unnecessary considering the fact that Jungkook was barely holding himself together as it was. He would’ve given Jimin just about anything he asked for at that moment. “Of course, Min. I’d love to, actually.”

Although he felt stuffed full, Jimin’s stomach always somehow found more room when Jungkook was feeding him. He polished off the last pancake quickly and felt thoroughly well-fed. His body wasn’t putting up quite the fight it was the night before, but Jimin suspected that his stomach had gained a little more capacity over his past two meals.

Before he even had time to process the fact that he ate a majority of their large breakfast spread, Jimin was on his feet and being led to the living room. Their soft couch seemed much more inviting than the dining room chair he was trying to get comfortable on.

Jungkook sat him down, gave him the remote and a throw blanket, kissed his forehead, and said he would be back. Even though it was Jungkook’s birthday week, Jimin was feeling pretty spoiled, but he also was well aware of how much satisfaction his partner was already getting from his little surprise.

Jimin pulled up the latest drama they were watching and let the episode load while he pulled up the Notes app on his phone. Jungkook’s reaction had given Jimin an idea of his own which was tracking everything he ate throughout the next few days.

He was thankful to his past self for randomly deciding to jump on the scale after his shower yesterday morning, typing in his most recent weight before starting to list the contents of both his meals so far.

Seeing it all laid out on the screen and knowing that was technically two meals so far, Jimin was impressed with himself and felt pretty turned on by how much Jungkook had gotten him to eat. He wasn’t interested in knowing the exact calorie count as he really did not want to start fixating on numbers rather than enjoying himself, but even just estimating in his head was enough to get Jimin worked up.

Hearing footsteps headed his way, Jimin locked his phone and situated the blanket on his lap, trying his best to keep his hands off himself. His eyes widened when he saw that Jungkook had not returned empty-handed.

While he was a bit thankful for his water cup, Jimin felt his stomach tense up as his partner handed him a huge glass of milk filled nearly to the top. He simply stared at it in his hand as Jungkook took a seat next to him.

“Figured you would need something to wash down all the sugar from those pancakes, baby,” Jungkook said, completely nonchalant as he grabbed the remote and pressed play on their episode.

As if muscle memory took over, Jimin brought the glass to his lips and took a large sip. He had to admit, it was cold and refreshing compared to the heavy meal he had barely started digesting yet.

Jungkook’s arm slid around his shoulders as he genuinely watched the show, not even acknowledging Jimin’s reaction. He knew that it wouldn’t take much to persuade his partner to eat or drink more right now so he just let Jimin take his time with it.

However, Jungkook hadn’t expected Jimin to have another surprise of his own. He saw him lift the glass back to his lips out of the corner of his eye, but after a moment, Jungkook didn’t see him lower it.

Jimin felt his stomach protest almost immediately as he began to chug the rest of the milk. He felt a cramping sensation as soon as his full belly was hit with the wave of cold dairy.

Either seeing or hearing his discomfort, Jungkook’s hand found the crest of Jimin’s bloated middle and worked in slow circles to help alleviate the pressure. And to his credit, Jimin did not stop until he finished every last drop.

Taking the glass from him, Jungkook returned a little firmer with his massage as Jimin collapsed back into the couch cushions. He groaned a few times when Jungkook hit a sensitive spot, but he otherwise enjoyed the help settling his now overly full stomach.

“You know, as impressive as that was, I was thinking you were going to sip on that for a while,” Jungkook said lightly, almost teasing as Jimin’s face scrunched in discomfort after his fingers dug a little deeper into his side.

Jimin let out a laugh and turned his head, pouting his lips for a kiss. “I guess your enthusiasm about all of this has me extra motivated.”

Jungkook knew that Jimin was teasing him in return, but he couldn’t help the feeling of attraction for his partner and the excitement for this new stage of their dynamic. It was like they had discovered their enjoyment for this all over again.

“That’s great, baby, but we do have a few more days of this so maybe pace yourself, hmm?”

Jimin felt equally aroused and challenged by Jungkook’s words. They were only two meals into their days-long stuffing session and Jimin was already a horny mess. Bloated and a little uncomfortable at the moment, but horny as hell.

Jungkook slipped his hands under his shirt which had considerably less room following his hefty first meal of the day and started to tap his fingers along his taut skin, enjoying the thud that resonated through Jimin’s swollen belly.

An appreciative hum came from Jimin, enjoying his partner’s warm hands alleviating some of his discomfort. He asked for his water cup in hopes that sipping on it would help encourage his meal to begin digesting.

What Jimin hadn’t expected was Jungkook filling his tumbler with Coke.

Jimin took a sip and felt his stomach immediately reject the bubbly sensation. Sugar and carbonation on top of cold dairy on top of his heavy breakfast brought some gurgling and groaning sounds from his belly.

It felt like nothing would move down at that point, a painful pocket of air developing at the crest of his tight stomach.

“You tricked me,” Jimin said with a pout, knowing that he didn’t even need the pout to convince Jungkook for a massage.

After stealing a quick kiss, Jungkook started to push slowly but more firmly to help Jimin get some relief. The pressure from his fingers finally dislodged the air resulting in a deep, unexpected belch bubbling up and out of Jimin’s chest.

Jimin thought that the heat of embarrassment on his cheeks was going to be permanent soon with how much he had been blushing that morning. He mumbled ‘excuse me’ into his chest as he looked down and around, finding anywhere else to look except his partner.

Jungkook laughed quietly, partially at Jimin’s reaction but also to hide his own embarrassment from the fact that he was feeling way more turned on than expected at his partner burping from a full stomach.

This was yet another entirely new side of their dynamic and Jungkook was loving every minute of it.

“Feel better?”

Finally looking up and hoping the color on his cheeks had simmered down, Jimin nodded with a little laugh of his own. “Yeah, feels a lot better with the air out, like I actually have a bit of space back in there.”

Jungkook’s hands stilled from their spot on Jimin’s distended belly. “More room you say?”

“Take it easy, you menace. Let me breathe,” Jimin joked as he laid his head back on the couch, hoping it would encourage Jungkook to continue his movement.

Jungkook brought his hands out from under Jimin’s shirt, much to his partner’s disappointment. He brought the straw back to Jimin’s lips with a smirk. “At least finish your Coke, baby.”

Jimin didn’t put up a fight, taking the straw flirtatiously between his teeth and actually sipping this time, knowing his stomach couldn’t take it all at once. The relief was short-lived as that pocket of air started to refill rather than move down to digest.

Before he could even complain about it again, Jungkook got more enthusiastic with his massage as if he could see the discomfort on Jimin’s face. The more intentional belly rub dislodged the air again, bringing more short but rumbling burps from his throat.

The embarrassment seemed to wear off quickly as Jimin could see how it only encouraged Jungkook to continue, even dropping a few kisses to Jimin’s swollen middle. He simply excused himself or tried to hide the sound in his fist.

Ten minutes later, Jungkook’s dedicated massage finally relieved the intense bloat at the top of Jimin’s stomach, physically feeling the shift as he relaxed further into the couch. Letting out a resounding moan, the relief mixed with the arousal made Jimin feel as though his body was moving through molasses.

Jimin didn’t even flinch when Jungkook lifted his shirt and began laying open-mouthed kisses and loving nips along his taut skin. The moans only continued as Jimin’s hands found a home in Jungkook’s hair, encouraging him to continue his thorough treatment.

One of Jungkook’s strong hands moved up his stomach and around his back, turning him and coaxing him onto his side. The second Jimin began leaning, a pinch along his side and a loud gurgling sound started low in his belly.

“Ah, hang on, Gguk,” Jimin gasped, straightening back up and reclining back into his original position against the cushions. “Hurts.”

Jungkook immediately stopped and went back to his tender motions. “What do you need, Min?”

Jimin closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths as the cramping stopped. “Just this, just your hands, please.”

“You always can have that, baby.”

Jungkook brought his touch back to a gentle caress, still placing soft kisses occasionally along Jimin’s skin while his partner continued to breathe through his discomfort.

The room was silent aside from Jimin’s breathing and the sound of Jungkook’s movements for nearly ten minutes. Just as Jungkook was about to sit back and check on Jimin, he heard a quiet snore as Jimin’s head fell to the side.

Between his full stomach and Jungkook’s calming hands, Jimin dozed off within minutes. Jungkook decided to let him sleep in hopes that he would wake up ready to eat once again, planning to keep him snacking in between their meals as much as possible.

—

The next day and a half passed by in a blur. Jimin wasn’t even certain that he processed the past two days and six or seven…possibly eight meals worth of food. Everything had become a cycle of sleeping and eating in bed or on the couch and neither of them were complaining.

Jimin had just woken up on the third day of their arrangement, slowly becoming a week-long stuffing instead of a day or two, when Jungkook brought the tray of food to their bedroom. He needed to stop being surprised by the elaborate spreads his partner was preparing for him.

“We are doing breakfast in bed this morning, baby. Didn’t think you’d be ready to get up and moving this morning after our past few days,” Jungkook said in a teasing tone.

Even though his cheeks were blushing from Jungkook’s words, Jimin couldn’t help but smile at the gesture, thanking his partner as he looked over the delicious food. Jungkook helped him get adjusted against the pillows into a comfortable position and set the tray over his lap, encouraging him to dig in.

Jungkook couldn’t help but stare for a moment as the tray pushed into Jimin’s stomach each time he leaned forward for a bite. Near the end of the night before, it seemed that every bite was simply making Jimin’s belly more firm to the touch as he maxed out his capacity.

This morning, however, it felt like every bite and sip Jimin had taken was more and more visible. The pattern of filling his stomach, letting it settle, and filling it right back up certainly was giving the desired effect. Jungkook couldn’t wait to get his hands back on Jimin, ready to give him belly rubs until his hands cramped up.

For the next twenty minutes, the pair ate with one of their shows on in the background. Jimin praised Jungkook’s cooking a few times as he downed his bowl.

Neither chose to acknowledge that Jimin had double the portion of stew and rice that Jungkook did or the fact that Jimin was likely going to finish first with his enthusiastic eating this morning.

“Hungry, Min?” Jungkook asked, truly out of curiosity.

Jimin grew warm at the implication as he sat back and rested his hand on the crest of his belly. “Um, yeah, I actually am pretty hungry this morning. Guess I’m getting used to eating a little more.”

Jungkook smirked, feeling a little proud of his accomplishment seeing as he was the one keeping Jimin so well-fed. “Do you want seconds?”

After rubbing his hand across his stomach and taking account of how full he was feeling, Jimin nodded. “Yes, please.”

Jungkook couldn’t stop himself from leaning over and stealing a kiss at seeing how cute his partner was being, but he also decided to test the waters hearing the signature sweet tone Jimin takes on when he’s feeling a little submissive. “Good boy.”

Jimin made a little sound of surprise, knowing that he was yet again growing red from embarrassment. He was quiet as he watched Jungkook take the tray back to the kitchen, preparing himself for another long day of feeling full and spoiled based on his partner’s eager attitude.

The second portion Jungkook set in front of him looked bigger than the first which had been bigger than Jimin’s typical serving size to begin with. Even though he knew it would go down slower than the first round, Jimin actually felt like he had quite a bit of room left.

He had clearly started to train his stomach to take more and more because Jimin always enjoyed his food, but he had never been able to eat so much before.

Jimin savored each bite, enjoying the flavors and textures of the food. The warmth in his belly grew with every mouthful, and he marveled at the fact that he could accommodate so much more than usual. Jungkook watched him with a mix of delight and desire, noting the subtle changes in Jimin's expressions as he indulged in the generous servings.

As he finished his second helping, Jungkook couldn't help but notice the satisfied look on his partner's face. Jimin seemed completely happy and content, a mood Jungkok wanted to keep on his face forever.

Jungkook should have learned to stop underestimating Jimin’s appetite this week as his brows raised as he watched his partner scrape the last few bites from the bottom of the bowl. He truly thought Jimin would have tapped out with the second, larger bowl yet his partner ate it with ease.

The other thing Jungkook couldn’t stop staring at was the fact that Jimin’s belly was now folding against the edge of the tray consistently instead of just when he leaned forward. His two substantial servings of breakfast had thoroughly restored his full belly.

Seeing Jimin already melting back into the pillows with a hand attempting to relieve some pressure helped Jungkook decide to keep his partner stuffed in bed all day long, not even venturing to the couch.

With a gentle massage and loving whispers, Jungkook had Jimin dozing for the rest of the morning. The only movement was a single bathroom trip for Jimin and Jungkook’s run to the kitchen about an hour after breakfast for the second cheeseball container of the week.

The afterthought to grab an extra container at the store paid off for Jungkook considering that on top of Jimin’s three meals that day, he managed to feed his partner the entire second container throughout the day.

Between the already hefty meals, the cheesy and salty snack mixed with quite a bit of Coke and Sprite gave Jimin the most satisfying bloated belly so far.

Day three really seemed to unlock Jimin’s inner glutton; his appetite remained voracious for the rest of the week defying the odds of his consistently filled stomach.

—

By the following Friday night, officially one week of near-constant eating for Jimin, the couple was working through their last meal so Jimin had the weekend to recover.

However, just because it was the last meal of their incredible week, Jungkook was not going easy by any means.

“One more bite, baby. You can do it,” Jungkook encouraged, one hand holding another bite to his partner’s lips with the other massaging his bloated middle.

Jimin sighed and rolled his eyes, resting his hand on top of his boyfriend’s on his stomach. “Ggukie, you’ve been saying ‘one more bite’ for the last four bites.”

Jungkook leaned in and kissed the pout on Jimin’s lips. “And you’ve finished every bite so clearly I was right,” he replied with a smirk.

“You’re ridiculous,” Jimin mumbled as his cheeks turned red, not actually upset in the slightest but actually getting very full...yet again.

“And you are adorable,” Jungkook said, planting another kiss on his partner’s lips before following it with the next bite. He wasn’t going to stop until Jimin said so.

Jimin ducked his head as the blush spread to his ears, but he still opened his mouth to what Jungkook was offering him. He had very much slowed down throughout the massive dinner and was honestly surprised that he was able to keep eating.

That one, however, may have genuinely been the last bite.

After a heavy swallow, Jimin attempted to take a deep breath and felt that familiar pinch in his side. He grimaced and brought a hand up to apply some counterpressure against his diaphragm.

“I don’t know if I can eat anymore, love. I can barely breathe at this point.”

Jungkook had to contain himself once again, hearing those words many times that week but never losing their effect.

If Jimin wasn’t stuffed to the brim and nearing the point of cramping, Jungkook would have absolutely had his way with him.

The only thing he would have changed about the week was more opportunities to fully show Jimin his appreciation for his body, but his partner deserved all the tender massages and sweet kisses he received and Jungkook would gladly worship Jimin’s body in any way he could for his partner to be comfortable.

They had more than enjoyed themselves and they had never been more attracted to each other so no matter what, the week was beyond successful.

Jungkook admired Jimin’s beauty as his partner relaxed into the cushions of their couch in pure contentment. His breathing was a little labored and he was directing Jungkook’s hands to certain places to relieve pressure, but overall, Jimin had never looked happier.

However, Jungkook did have one particular question in mind that he just couldn’t help himself from pondering aloud.

“I wonder how much you gained this week. We went a little crazy.”

Jimin looked over at him with a bit of a mischievous smile. “I mean, I did weigh myself Friday morning after my shower.”

Jungkook snapped his head toward Jimin, probably with a bit too much excitement, but he couldn’t contain himself. Considering Jimin’s big dinner on Friday night had started it all, that was as close as they were going to get to measuring how productive their week had been.

“Would you be interested in a trip to the bathroom? You know…just out of curiosity…”

Jimin threw his head back with a laugh and held his hand out for Jungkook to help him off the couch. After spending an entire week bloated, Jimin wasn’t even sure what his empty stomach would look like anymore.

It was going to take a few days before everything settled because right now, his distended and swollen belly looked and felt like he was hiding a leaden bowling ball under his shirt.

Following behind him down the hallway, Jungkook smirked as Jimin still walked with an awkward waddle going on which he thought was adorable. He was also anticipating the number even though they tried to limit their fixation on that from the beginning since they were both pretty competitive, goal-driven people.

That is truly why it had started so casually because they had both been afraid that setting goals and tracking things closely would have taken all the fun out of it, but now, they were enjoying themselves more than ever. Jungkook had felt like their past week had been a dream, spending so much uninterrupted quality and intimate time together was a gift for both of them.

As Jimin pulled out the scale with his foot from under his vanity, he said, “So, I was 186 on Friday morning.”

Jungkook made an appreciative sound and smacked Jimin’s ass, enjoying the slight jiggle it sent throughout his body. “Getting close to the fifty mark, baby.”

Jimin rolled his eyes but nodded in agreement. Even though he always acted annoyed when Jungkook was open about his excitement for Jimin to gain fifty pounds, Jimin was looking forward to it just as much. He also was holding onto a little hope that all his weight gained from the last week would stick to his middle because he was getting a bit attached to his new belly.

After waiting for the light to stop blinking and make the quiet ready sound, Jimin stepped on and anxiously stared at the rotating numbers as the scale thought about its reading. It finally beeped a second time and the numbers flashed up at them.

“193…damn, baby,” Jungkook said softly, sounding surprised by the reading which Jimin had to admit, he was just as surprised. “So, that’s-”

“Seven pounds in a week,” Jimin finished his sentence, feeling equally shocked and proud of his own body. “That also means-”

“You hit fifty,” Jungkook now took his turn to finish Jimin’s thought. He brought his arms around Jimin’s waist, pulling him back off the scale and starting a gentle massage of Jimin’s midsection. “You are incredible, you know that? Look at you, my pretty baby.”

Jimin felt his cheeks grow warm at the complete adoration in Jungkook’s voice. “It's because of you, Ggukie. I couldn’t do this or feel confident about this without you.”

“Well, lucky for you, I don’t plan on going anywhere so I think you are stuck with me.”

Turning in his hold, Jimin wrapped his arms around Jungkook’s neck and leaned in for a long, slow kiss to show him exactly how he was feeling, unsure if words could do it justice. “If you are interested, I would like to say thank you.”

Jungkook pulled away just enough to make eye contact with Jimin, seeing that his partner was already stepping back and guiding him toward their bed. After spending the last week in control, Jungkook was ready to let Jimin have the reigns - hoping that he would get the joy of his partner’s heavy weight on top of him for a while.

As Jimin pushed him back onto their bed and crawled over the top of him, he saw the sparkle in Jungkook’s eye and knew some sort of comment was coming. “What’s that look for?”

Jungkook brought his hands up and caressed Jimin’s thighs until they landed on his belly which was struggling to stay contained in his shirt. He softly sunk his fingers into his middle as far as Jimin’s still bloated and firm stomach would allow.

“I was just thinking that maybe we could set one tiny goal. I know we don’t do that, but I think you may be on board.”

Jimin raised his brow, trying to stop himself from swatting Jungkook’s hands away when his touch grew soft and ticklish. “I’ll consider it…”

Jungkook smiled and patted Jimin’s full belly a few times. “Well, it’s just that your birthday is about a month away now.”

“Mhmm,” Jimin replied, knowing exactly where this was headed.

“And I just thought, you know, if you could hit seven pounds in a week, surely you can hit seven in a month.”

“Right…”

Jungkook’s touch grew more assertive, pushing and prodigy into Jimin’s soft thighs enough to leave evidence of his fingertips. “So, really it’s a small goal, baby.”

“Just say it, Ggukie. You know I’m going to say yes,” Jimin said as he leaned down, resting more of his weight on Jungkook’s body beneath him.

“Two hundred by your birthday.”

Jimin, even though he knew exactly what Jungkook was going to say, still lost his breath for a moment. Something about knowing that he was so close to that made him want it so badly. He simply nodded.

Keeping himself lifted enough not to completely squash his still digesting belly in between them, Jimin got close to Jungkook’s ear and whispered, “What if I have a little goal of my own?”

Jungkook gasped softly, feeling that they were entering an entirely new part of their relationship after their week of diving all in. “You can make whatever goals you want to make, baby,” he replied, just as quietly.

Jimin couldn’t resist kissing him in appreciation before pulling away and feeling his own arousal building before even saying what he was thinking.

“Well, we started last year and we’ve learned a lot. Since I gained fifty this year, I was wondering if, over the next year, you’ll help me double it.”

Jungkook stilled and felt like every inch of his body was on fire. He had never been so attracted to Jimin in his life. “Fuck…of course, I will, baby.”

As Jungkook started to bury himself underneath his partner’s shirt which had much less room than it did a week ago, Jimin seemed to remember his little project in his Notes app.

“Oh wait, Ggukie, hang on,” Jimin said breathily, already overstimulated from a packed full stomach covered by his partner’s enthusiastic kisses and firm hands.

Jungkook didn’t seem to hear him considering how focused he was on finally having his way with his partner’s incredible body.

Jimin tapped the back of his head that was still tucked fully below the fabric of his shirt. “Come up for air, babe,” Jimin joked, “I need to show you something.”

With one lingering kiss that would surely leave evidence of itself behind, Jungkook hovered over Jimin with a bit of fire in his eyes - ready to duck back under any second.

Holding up his phone with a bit of a taunting grin, Jimin encouraged Jungkook to lay beside him and whispered, “I forgot I had one more surprise for you, love.”

“What?” Jungkook breathed out, uncertain of what more his partner could possibly provide him after their perfect week.

Opening up his lengthy note, Jimin turned the screen toward Jungkook and replied, “Want to see everything I ate this week?”

Jungkook’s eyes widened watching his partner scroll and scroll and scroll through a running list of each and every bite he fed Jimin. He pulled Jimin into his arms tighter and started covering his face in kisses before taking his partner’s phone to set it on the nightstand.

“Let’s save that for later. We might need some reading material for your midnight snack,” Jungkook said into Jimin’s ear, leaving a trail of kisses that led him to the hem of his partner’s shirt to continue his original plan.

Jimin let out a bright giggle that devolved into a gasping moan, fully on board with Jungkook’s plan to work off some of his big dinner so he had room for more later.

As they devolved into celebrating Jimin’s recent gain, both of their heads were filled with ideas for the next year. It was certainly going to be fun.

They also both decided that they needed to surprise each other more often.

#soft bellied tannies #chubby bts #bts weight gain #bts feedism #chubby jimin #feeder jungkook #sbt chubtober

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The Magic of Modeling

How is it already the second to last day of Chubtober!? I can’t believe it’s almost over.

Today’s prompt is Enchanted from fatguarddog’s list and there is a little cameo from my favorite gal.

Read here or on AO3!

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Taehyung wasn’t even sure how it was brought up. They were all talking about Jimin’s latest fashion show and then somehow, they were talking about Taehyung’s modeling ability.

While he was incredibly handsome and his partners never failed to tell him that, Taehyung knew he was not the model type.

He had been chubby his entire life and he really enjoyed that about himself. Taehyung loved food, loved his soft belly, and loved his wide thighs. He was the perfect cuddler and his lap was the best seat for his partners.

Taehyung knew it was partially a lie as he said it, but it didn’t stop him from setting up what eventually would become a months long endeavor.

“I could definitely model.”

His partners seemed to fall silent, figuring out how to respond to him lightly until Yoongi took the burden on himself.

“Tae, you know I’m saying this with all my love and respect for you with no judgment, but we both know that’s not really true. The industry sucks and you would have to lose weight to be taken seriously.”

Taehyung knew Yoongi was right, unfortunate as the truth was, but he also didn’t want that to stop him. It somehow became a challenge for himself - a fixation to figure out how he could pull it off.

He didn’t feel that he needed to prove them wrong necessarily because they loved and supported him, enjoying his body and hyping up his look, but it almost was like proving the industry as a whole wrong. An unknown sleight of his own hand.

It started with a lot of research for Taehyung to figure out how he could be chubby…maybe fat if he were to be honest with himself and enter the modeling world.

That is when Taehyung remembered Hwasa, the granddaughter of his grandmother’s best friend.

They had been childhood friends and he trusted her to come up with a solution considering that she descended from a long line of witches.

Taehyung certainly wasn’t going to attempt losing the weight first because he would never give into the toxic industry and he honestly just didn’t have the willpower to do it.

After looking up types of charms and spells, Taehyung found a variation on a Cinderella-esque magical effect that could allow him to have the best of both worlds.

It would allow Taehyung’s true form to be as fat and happy as he wanted while also shifting into the “ideal” frame for male modeling.

He could maintain the perfect model image during certain hours of the day before returning home to indulge in his favorite meals and couch cuddles.

After meeting up at Hwasa’s shop and explaining his findings, she looked at him with a mix of amusement and disbelief.

“You’re serious about this?”

“Of course, I told you, I need to make this point. I have to prove them wrong.”

“But they aren’t discouraging you, it’s just realistic.”

“Fine, then I need to prove the industry wrong.”

“By finding a loophole to still have the body type they require and no one knowing.”

“I will know! That’s the point!”

“God, you are so dumb…”

“So, you’re not going to do it?”

“What? Of course I’m going to do it, sit down.”

In a matter of hours, Taehyung was looking a completely different version of himself in the mirror. He couldn’t remember a time that his jaw had such a sharp line or ever having definition on his abdomen.

Honestly, Taehyung hated it. It felt and looked wrong, like everything that made him Taehyung was gone - way too small and cold.

“Man, you look hot as hell, models should consider themselves lucky that you love food so much, but it also just looks so off. You sure about this?”

Hwasa’s voice startled Taehyung and he nodded. He couldn’t agree more that it was not the look for him, however, he knew that he could easily sell the model look long enough to make his point.

“Yeah, I just need to do this until I can book a project and then be done with it.”

“Let me help with that. I’ve got some contacts in the industry. You aren’t the only one who uses magic to cut corners.”

Taehyung managed to hide his little secret from his partners, not utilizing Hwasa’s perfect charm until she sent him the details for a shoot.

Showing up to the set gave him a lot of insight to Jin and Jimin’s experiences, Taehyung making a mental note to check in on them both considering how uptight and brutally honest everyone was.

He truly had a terrible time and was happy that he hadn’t changed his life and body to work toward this. Although, he did accept a few more shoots since Hwasa went through so much to help him.

However, Taehyung did draw the line at a certain point.

“Maybe we can get you a partner shoot with someone. One last project because we call it.”

“Woah, I’m trying to prove myself, not get in trouble. No partners besides my own.”

“I don’t understand you, Tae, but somehow, I respect you.”

What Hwasa didn’t tell him was that she did find him a partner shoot that did follow his rules.

When Taehyung showed up the following week on set looking trim and toned, the last person he expected to see was Park Jimin.

It took everything for him not to run in the other direction, wanting his plan to be a big reveal once his photos were published.

Jimin turns to greet his model counterpart, eyes widening as he immediately recognizes a version of his partner that he’s never seen before.

“T-Tae…”

“Minnie, I can explain.”

“You better fucking explain! What did you do to yourself? Did you hurt yourself? Why-“

“Jimin-ah, please, let’s talk in private.”

After explaining his entire plan and the fact that it wasn’t permanent, Taehyung saw the relief form on Jimin’s face.

Showering him in kisses and gentle touches, Jimin explained how scared he was that Taehyung did something dangerous and how happy he was to know that his soft and warm Tae was still underneath the magic.

They did the shoot together perfectly, chemistry and intimacy flowing naturally between loving partners.

Jimin stole a few shots from his team to take home as proof, changing his tune as soon as they were in the car together.

Taehyung knew he was in for it based on Jimin’s adamance that he told the entire story to their partners that night.

He could barely get the words out before the scolding began, telling him it was a reckless decision for such a silly reason.

Also, Namjoon and Hoseok both lectured him, frustrated and concerned that he would look elsewhere for magic knowing that he had two perfectly capable magic users in the house.

Taehyung reasoned that it would ruin the surprise and used his photos with Jimin as proof, finding that the impressive shots silenced his berating partners who could see the appeal.

What Taehyung had not expected was for his popularity as a model to take off. His shoot with Jimin went viral and he was getting offers for more and more work.

Tae tried so hard not to be smug about it because he knows he's hot shit and in his mind, this was proving to everyone that he could have both - being fat and a top model.

Part of him was discouraged that he couldn’t just be himself though. The only reason he was not on the front page of Vogue as his true self was because the industry decisions makers were cowards.

With Jimin becoming his never ending hypeman, complimenting his modeling but never shutting about how hot he was at his actual size, Taehyung found it easier to continue.

He introduced Namjoon, Hoseok, and Hwasa who were able to maintain his secret charm, allowing him to have the best of both worlds throughout his career.

His partners would admit to having a weird satisfaction watching him grow to his normal size as Taehyung was completely transparent with them on his arrangement now.

However, they weren’t the only ones who couldn’t keep their eyes off Taehyung. He became an enigma of the modeling industry.

The man landing covers and centerfolds with Park Jimin and Kim Seokjin on his arms that also had a cheeseburger and a milkshake for lunch on set while the other models ate their salads and drank their green juice.

Taehyung never told anyone aside from his loving partners and closest friend ever learned of his perfectly enchanted weight - the key to his happiness and success.

And maybe his happiness grew a little more knowing that Taehyung had convinced Jin and Jimin to loosen up and relax, maybe sharing the love of his little charm and big appetite with his partners over the years.

No one had to know that the most successful trio of models in Korea looked much softer behind closed doors.

#soft bellied tannies #chubby bts #bts weight gain #chubby taehyung #Hwasa cameo #sbt chubtober #bts supernatural au #implied chubby jimin #implied chubby Jin

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