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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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Pool Boy... Is Up!
Although not the first interactive wg fic I've worked on, Pool Boy is the first one that I've finished. Just in time for Summer too!
This fic features a second person Reader character fattening up Hoseok using liquid and magic. How big will he get? You get to choose his fate!
Enjoy!
*Rated E for Explicit
#pudgeprojects#// pool boy#bts feederism#bts weight gain#water inflation technically#but it all turns into fat pretty quickly#sizes vary from BHM material to XXLSSBHM blob territory#look forward to more interactive stories from me in the future!#I love making them and I hope that you all love reading them!
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august heat day 4 - dynamics (2seok-kook)
honestly more of a drabble situation happening but i liked this one a LOT! (╯✧▽✧)╯ not everything has ot have a plot ! specially if im meant to pump these out once a day .(￣▽￣*)ゞ enjoy this horny stream of thoughts.
tags: established married 2seok , omega x omega , omega seokjin , omega hoseok , work couple , alpha jungkook , recepcionist jungkook , weight gain , unconsious gain , oblivious gain , chubby jungkook
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Hoseok and Seokjin knew omega and omega relationships aren’t easy.
Not so much because of hormones, or the heats. Like most people like to assume.
The stigma was quite tiring, though.
So many alphas, convinced they’re the ones to make the married couple knotcrazy. That they’d be able to score two omegas. Hoseok can’t hide his disgust and Seokjin can’t contain his laughter as smug alphas make their way to them whenever they go. It's humiliating enough to make anyone flee.
But… The looks they both exchange shows they’re thinking the same thing.
This one is different.
Big, puppy eyes. A tone that's too sweet to be an alpha. But it's obvious, the way his shoulders stretch his poor button up shirt, chest stretching the poor buttons a bit. And scent musky enough to seep through the office.
“Introduce yourself.” Their boss instructs the alpha.
“Hi everyone, I’m Jeon Jungkook. I’m the receptionist here and—and just let me know if you need help with anything!” A full 90 degree bow, and the way he has to adjust his big glasses afterwards is all it takes for the Seokjin and Hoseok to know.
It wasn’t intentional, the couple didn’t talk it over. But it must've been instinctual the way they both gravitated towards the reception desk to personally introduce themselves. Getting a closer look at the alpha’s cute demeanor, bowing to Seokjin and Hoseok, who had since long stopped trying to hide the fact they’re a couple in the office. They could see Jungkook’s eyes navigate to their linked hands and the rings on each of their fingers. It's so cute how the gears turn in his head.
A test if you will. To see if Jungkook’s respectful junior employee facade went beyond subgenders. And it did, in that same conversation the blush-cheeked alpha congratulating them both; albeit a little embarrassed, but that's okay. It only enticed the two omegas more.
They don’t know who started it. But they formula became simple enough:
Bring extra sweets to work, to offer their receptionist.
Hoseok and Seokjin live together, so it was easy enough to find Seokjin making an extra serving of the lunch they will bring to work the next day. Or Hoseok driving them to stop at a bakery before work. Unspokenly aware of who all of this food was for. It would be too embarrassing to bring up.
Gifting an alpha food. That’s such primitive and backwards omega courting strategies. Hoseok and Seokjin are nothing like that! They're above instincts. And certainly above looking out for an alpha.
But how could they resist, when Jungkook took everything they brought him so gratefully. It was perfectly convenient when he forgot his lunch the first time and Hoseok was quick to offer to buy him some. Though most times, the alpha had dutifully brought himself something to eat, yet he always made sure to scarf down the servings that the omega couple had brought for him. They could see him from their desks the way he determinedly forced himself to finish, and the way he leaned back on the office chair afterwards; a little bit short of breath from just how full he is.
That's a satisfied alpha right there. A thought that fueled them even more.
And their efforts paid off. The couple knew their spouse was also ogling the alpha as his work clothes began to fill out. His already tight button ups, looking suffocating, not in muscle but chub. Pillowy to the touch in the unflattering fabric. Belt of his dress pants created a muffin top that sat over the waistband. Otherwise muscular and small butt looking rounded out and bubbly; jiggling when he brought out copies to their manager. Or came back with everyone’s coffee order. Seokjin could not have been less subtle when, with the exclusive view of his desk, he saw the way Jungkook sat down and subtlety undid his belt and pants just when he arrived from work.
He was plumping up, from them. Their doing.
It should've been a stop sign. After all, doesn’t anyone want a strong chiseled alpha? Guess Seokjin and Hoseok aren’t that succumbed to instincts. The first sights of progress motivated them even more. Jungkook had to force himself to finish out of politeness those first weeks. But afterwards, it seemed like the alpha couldn’t get enough.
And who were they to deny him?
He whined so sweetly when lunch time was arriving, restless as his stomach grumbled. In the more quiet moments of the office, you could even hear it. In meetings where Jungkook was taking notes, the blush rose all over his rounded out face. Burying his head into the notepad as he scribbled away, hoping nobody would have heard.
Probably the entire table did, but Hoseok quietly slid down the little tray of snacks that Jungkook had prepared himself. Mostly untouched, maybe that’s why he can see hesitation in the alpha’s eyes. Jungkook could never resist though, not when one of his two favorite senior employees was offering. A warm smile he knew Jungkook couldn’t say no to; if the last 4 months are anything to go by. The entire tray was eaten by the receptionist who put it there, and Hoseok’s hand pats the alpha’s thigh under the table when he feels Jungkook shift uncomfortably full.
Their alpha has no self control.
Hoseok and Seokjin swear it was a coincidence when they saw Jungkook hurriedly rush to the toilet. Right before lunch. Wouldn’t have thought much of it if it wasn’t for the quiet ‘fuck’ that came from one of the stalls. Once again, the couple share one of their knowing looks.
“Jungkookie? Everything okay?” Hoseok asks tentatively.
“Oh–Yeah yeah, I’m fine. Just.-- ugh!” His grunt is more whiny than frustrated. Adorable in every situation it seems. “Is it just you guys?” His tone is quieter. It's lovely how he already knows the couple is together.
“Yes, puppy. You can tell us.” Seokjin says an endeared smile already on his face. The pet name that's been slipping out of both their lips lately. But they made sure to keep it for private moments like these.
Jungkook doesn’t answer, instead opening the door. To reveal the sight of his fully unbuttoned pants, with a pudgy bottom roll that pushes between the flaps. A curved cute belly with naked pink pudge along his hips.
“I–I snacked all day and now I can’t get them to button.” He confesses. “B–But I got a meeting after lunch and I–I can’t skip lunch but they definitely own’t button then!” He whines, eyebrows cutely scrunched up in worry.
“Aigo… You should’ve bought a bigger pair a while ago, Kook.” Seokjin comments without malice.
“I didn’t think I gained t–that much. Until now.” He becomes more and more shameful, trying to shrink into himself.
“Let's go buy you some new ones!” Hoseok interjects. “Our lunch break is long enough, plus we can invite you to lunch, like we’ve been talking about.” He eyes Seokjin. A bit of a shameless advance, but the couple has been talking about it for months.
Jungkook smiles a bit, knowing but still timid. “O–Okay, let's go.”
Not only is this one not like the others. This one is theirs.
#omegaverse#a/b/o#BTS#2SEOK#HOPEKOOK#JINKOOK#omega hoseok#omega seokjin#alpha jungkook#chubby jungkook#wg#oblivious weight gain#courting
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Popped the button! Can't stop watching myself🤤 I think I'm getting a little chubby..
🔊sound on🔊
#getting fatter on purpose#gaining weight on purpose#wg kink#feed me#queer feedee#belly kink#ftm feedee#ftm gainer#bear#okay the thingy on my belly is a bit of thread which i hadn't noticed but yeah I'd already popped the button but hadn't got it#on video right so i sewed it back on lol#a little bts breaking the fantasy
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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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Read here or on AO3!
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.”
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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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Hola yo hablo español
Me preguntaba si dibujas a los demás? Cómo a Hoseok con la pancita súper llena, y todo suave y redondito en su vientre?
He tardado un montón pero aquí está un hobi llenito con una barriguita llena y redondita uwu espero te guste
No soy Picasso xdxdxd pero he hecho lo mejor que puedo ye.
#chubby belly#bts feederism#bts jhope#kpop#feedeerism#fat belly#gain weight#weight gain#panza#vientre#engorde#feed me#stuff#stuffing
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As much as I loved watching Jimin's vlog, I was also really offput by the weight talk. I think he needs to be more responsible with his comments about weight. I completely understand that being an idol goes hand-in-hand with body image issues and eating disorders, but we fans are not their friends or their therapists. Complaining about gaining a couple kilos, having a swollen face, or being on a diet doesn't always seem like it would be a harmful thing. However, since these men are objectively thinner than a large chunk of their fanbase, which includes millions of impressionable teenagers and young adults, discussion of weight loss and dieting is implicit encouragement of these things.
#it's so disappointing to think about because i have a feeling they're all disgustingly fatphobic lmao 💔#what happened to 'love yourself' boys?#jimin#park jimin#bts#weight loss#eating disorder#fatphobia#weight gain#llbtspost
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Fat-ernity Chapter 2!
A huge thanks to Anon for helping me fix mistakes, suggest content and give ideas for a sequel! You're the best, and I'm still sad about all the hot shit I have to save for later 😓 The pay off will be worth it though...
Definitely more slob/body hair now btw, so if that ain't your thing here's your warning.
Read Fat-ernity Here!
#pudgeprojects#bts feederism#weight gain story#wg story#bt5 feederism#eructophilia#eproctophilia#tw alchohol mention#cw slob
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august heat day 6 - wild (vhope)
writing this in class just to feel something
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tags: vhope , royal au , prince hoseok , omega hoseok , chubby hoseok , alpha taehyung , hybrid taehyung , tiger taehyung m weigth gain , chubby taehyung ,domesticated, spoiling , royal pet , posessive taehyung
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It was a gift.
He was a gift.
Once Hoseok presented as an omega, he would need something, someone, to accompany him through heats until he found a proper suitor to share the crown with him. His parents gifted him a pet.
Taehyung.
Though, his parents would soon regret it. As Taehyung would become much… much better than any possible suitor for the young omega prince.
The concubine alpha was a hybrid. A tiger hybrid at that. He was almost completely feral when he arrived at the castle. Needing a collar and a chain to restraint from clawing the eyes of his guards.
For Hoseok it was love at first sight.
A complete thrashing of all the rules and structure he’s grown to respect. Taehyung was wild and unlimited. From the start he spoiled the tiger rotten, the prince released his chains that same night, and defended him after he severely injured two guards. Hoseok let him have anything he wanted, treating Taehyung like his very own prince.
And the tiger was quick to accept all of the omega’s gifts. Warming up to him and only him. Considered untamable, if not downright dangerous to everyone else but Hoseok. To whom he transformed into a purring delightful kitten. Almost turning lethargic and spoiled by castle life. He softened up, losing his shredded body, adjusted to the routine of a hunter. Chubby and jiggly and more resembling of a house cat than the apex predator he once was.
There’s still sights of it still, in the way he play-hunts in the gardens, or brings Hoseok (quite honestly disgusting) gifts of actual animals he hunts for the young prince. He always accepts them, fearful of just the mere possibility of hurting the tiger’s feelings. But overtime, Taehyung has taken a liking for cooked meals more than his usual hunts. His courting gifts not anymore dead doves he’s virtuously caught, but instead stolen plates from the royal kitchen.
Hoseok never able to resist the alpha’s suddenly gentle and careful motions as he hand feeds the prince. And he makes sure to always feed Taehyung back. Hoseok isn’t sure if it's instinct, or just sheer adoration, but he is overpowered by the need to show Taehyung everything, his favorite books, surround him in only the comfiest bedding, feed him only the best and his most favorite dishes.
Who could resist the cuddly purring love of an alpha? One that clings to him when Hoseok wakes up, whines for him to stay when Hoseok has his duties to attend to. That sometimes is so overtaken by arousal that he can’t care about time and place, instead snatching Hoseok animalistically like Taehyung simply can’t help himself. Following Hoseok like a shadow because he can’t bear the thought of Hoseok being unprotected, untrusting even of his guards. Stronger than most of them even with his softened form.
How could all this adoration ever be matched by a flimsy courting gift of another noble?
Still, his parents always insist on Hoseok taking time out of his day to see possible suitors. “And leave the cat.” They’d say, no matter how many times Hoseok has told his parents their name. And every time, Hoseok would yawn his way through forced dates, through desperate alpha men and women trying to get his attention to no avail. At this point,Hoseok was beginning to develop a bit of a reputation too: the untamable omega.
Though, these dates weren’t a complete waste of his time. Because every second Hoseok spent with other alphas, forcefully away from Taehyung’s sight, riled the tiger up to an almost feral state. A part of Hoseok liked making his alpha wait. But all the guards stand as witnesses of his eager strutting through the castle back to his room. His own chubby belly bouncing in his step.
Hoseok can’t take a step into his room, before the tiger is pressing him against the door, closing it with their bodies squished together. Clawed hands sinking into the chub of Hoseok’s hips. Making the omega’s knees tremble as he leans his weight against the door. Taehyung’s tongue is pressing to the juncture in his neck possessively, and the prince doesn’t resist to bare his neck for him.
“I–I know… I stink.” He whispers, eyes fluttering as they stare up at the ceiling. Only to be met with a growling response from Taehyung. Hoseok knows he lost the alpha’s entire capability of speech when he gets like this. His hands drag to the front of Hoseok’s stomach, rubbing up to his perkier chest. Too eager to undo the lace and buttons on his clothes, Taehyung grips into the silky fabric and rips it open. Not wasting another second as his lips begin to kiss their way down his omega’s softened body.
His back arching away from the door and closer to Taehyung’s eager lips. As he feels his thoughts become mush, the pressure of marriage, of being the next heir to the throne, they all melt into a fuzzy sensation. Thighs pressing together as he begins the distinct feeling of slick that slides down the back of his leg.
Taehyung must smell it too, if the groan of delight is anything to go by. His fingers sink into the newfound chub of his waist and flips the omega over. “Yes!” He can’t help but moan as his cheek, chest and belly press against the cold wooden door. His back arching to present himself for the alpha.
He can feel Taehyung’s own belly press against his chubby back. Big hands aggressively tug at Hoseok’s pants, worshiping his legs as he slides them down. And eagerly collecting all the slick as they slide back up. His fingers press right over Hoseok’s womb, sinking into the chub, as his own bulge presses between Hoseok’s cheeks.
It makes the omega’s legs tremble in want. He smiles against the door. “A–ah.. You got naked for me already?” His smile only widening as he gets another grunt in response. “My kitten was jealou-” Hoseok’s cocky tone melts into a helpless moan, as Taehyung slams into him without hesitation. The omega’s body already adapted to his size, but it never stops making Hoseok’s body completely melt. Fingers uselessly curving against the door for support. But he doesn’t have to worry, as Taehyung’s hands prop him upwards by the hips, angling his back how he pleases before thrusting into the prince.
Their bodies jiggle together, Hoseok’s belly rhythmically slapping against the door. He is sure his guards can hear, if their moaning isn’t loud enough to be heard through the entire west wing of the castle. Hoseok can feel his eyes rolling back as Taehyung’s hands move from the death grip in his hips to wrap around his body; keeping him impossibly close. Thrusting so deep Hoseok can feel it in his womb. His instincts are screaming for his alpha’s knot.
Ever a man of few words Taehyung’s lips brush against the prince’s ear. Voice only a harsh breathy whisper when he says.
“You’re mine.”
He is starting to feel the bulge of Taehyung’s knot forming at the base of his dick, thickening it as it needs more strength to slam in. But Hoseok can’t wait, mewling as he comes against the carved wooden door. Legs threatening to give in as they shiver with his own orgasm. Taehyung doesn’t hold back. Handling Hoseok’s weight like it's nothing as he presses himself closer, sinking in deeper as his thrusts become more erratic, now that his omega’s pleasure is dealt with. His knot comes next. Absolutely instinctual and animalistic as Hoseok gets cross-eyed with overstimulation.
Feeling himself freed from every expectation, right now, he is just Taehyung’s omega.
#august heat#omegaverse#a/b/o#vhope#BTS#omega hoseok#prince hoseok#chubby hoseok#alpha taehyung#hybrid taehyung#tiger taehyung#weight gain#chubby taehyung#domesticated taehyung#feral fucking#posessive taehyung
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