Yoongi and Namjoon do a stuffingÂ
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When Namjoon gets home with an arm full of groceries, he kisses Yoongi on the lips. Yoongi is sitting on the couch, watching Who Wants To Be A Millionaire, both hands resting comfortable on his stomach.
âDo you want to do a stuffing tonight?â Namjoon asks. He hopes Yoongi says yes, because heâs already brought an incredible amount of food, the ones he knows are Yoongiâs favourites. Namjoon had a bad day today, and nothing would make him feel better than watching his boyfriendâs stomach grow larger, his breathing becoming laboured, his moans as he eats a particularly large bite.
Yoongi looks up from the TV. âHell yeah. Did you have a bad day?â
âThe absolute worst. I donât even want to talk about it at all.â
âThen I guess thereâs nothing better to do than stuff me silly, right?â Yoongi gives Namjoon a cheeky smile and, gods, he loves this boy so much.
Namjoon gets to work setting the food on the table. Heâs bought two bottles of milk, some sprite, a large chocolate cake, a red velvet cake and two bags of Doritos from the supermarket. Heâd also stopped off at the Thai shop and ordered a massive serving of Pad Thai and some pizza from the shop next door.
He can see Yoongi gulp. âYou bought a lot.â Namjoon loves seeing Yoongiâs hesitance, thinking he canât eat this much, and by the end of the night requesting Namjoon to grab the ice cream from the freezer for desert.
âYou donât have to eat it all, if you donât want, but I think you can.â
âWe can try.â Yoongi smiles again. âYou brought my favourite chips.â
âOf course, I did. I know a lot about your eating habits.â
Yoongi laughs. âBefore we start, Iâm going to head to the bathroom. I need to make as much room as possible.â
Namjoon loves watching Yoongi get up. He loves seeing how much he struggles.
Yoongi shuffles to the edge of the couch. Now that the couch was no longer holding his stomach up, it sagged slightly between his thighs. Yoongi grips the seat of the couch and rocks, once, twice, three times, until he has built enough momentum to stand. He watches Yoongi walk away, a slight waddle evident in his step, his stomach swaying from side to side.
Namjoon couldnât wait until after the stuffing when Yoongiâs stomach would be so hard that it didnât sag down, when he needed Namjoonâs help to stand from the couch.
Yoongi takes a long time in the bathroom, he said it takes a while to unbutton his pants, so in the meantime Namjoon grabs some forks. He always makes sure to grab a lot, Yoongi hates when his fork touches the different types of food. He also grabs a knife for the cake and two cups for the drinks.
When Yoongi comes back into the room, Namjoon watches in awe. His other favourite thing, apart from watching Yoongi stand up, is watching Yoongi sit down.
Yoongi grips the arm rest, using it to brace himself as he lowers himself. At a certain point, his arm stops helping and he kind of plops down with a soft âoof.â Then Yoongi begins arranging himself in a comfortable way. His stomach rests on his thighs, which causes it to squish up quite high. He spreads his legs apart so his stomach rests on the couch instead. It is large and heavy and covers almost from the back of the couch to the edge. Maybe it will stick out over the side after this session.
Yoongi rests his hands back on top of his stomach. Thatâs their resting place. Whether heâs sitting or standing, his hands always gravitate to his belly. Namjoon loves it, loves seeing how Yoongi has accepted his massive weight and is using it as a way to make himself more comfortable.
âYou good?â Namjoon asks.
âTotally.â
âWhatâs the plan?â Namjoon likes to let Yoongi choose the order of the food. He wants Yoongi to enjoy, heâs just here to watch.
âHmm⊠Ok. Letâs start with half the pizza, and then Iâll have the⊠Pad Thai. And then, Iâll have the red velvet cake. Then, the chocolate cake and Iâll finish the pizza. And then I can finish with the Doritos.â
Namjoon is already half hard. He loves hearing Yoongi taking such authority in this, content to just be there to hand the food and cutlery over. Towards the end, when Yoongi gets to lazy, he feeds him as well.
âSounds good.â Namjoon passes Yoongi a piece of the pizza and begins pouring the glasses of milk and sprite.
Yoongi eats it quickly, he always does at the beginning of a stuffing, excited to feel himself packed hard.
âYou got cheesy crust?â Yoongi says around a mouthful of food.
Namjoon picks up another piece and hands it over. âOf course. You love cheese.â
âYouâre the best.â
Half of the pizza is finished alarmingly fast, and Namjoon passes over the large container of Pad Thai without saying anything. Yoongi takes a large drink from his glass of milk. Namjoon hurries to fill it up.
And then he just watches in awe as Yoongi puts more food in his mouth before heâs even finished chewing the previous bite. It goes in and in, Yoongi barely pausing for a breath. Namjoonâs fully hard now, and he sees Yoongi notice it out the corner of his eye.
âYou wanna fuck me tonight, or ride me?â Yoongi asks after finishing his bite. As soon as heâs asked, though, heâs shoving an even bigger bite in his mouth.
âI wanna fuck you.â Namjoon wishes he could see if Yoongi was hard or not, but his stomach covers it up. âI wanna fuck you so hard your entire stomach shakes, despite how hard it will be. I want to hear you burp between moans.â
âJeez, Namjoon.â Yoongi says. He shifts slightly. He lifts up his stomach and spreads his legs further, adjusts himself in the chair. He places his stomach back down into the space between his thighs.
Yoongi continues to eat. Soon, heâs finished the Pad Thai and has a sheen of grease around his mouth. Namjoon wipes it off with a tissue.
âCut me a piece of the red velvet,â Yoongi say. Namjoon does it quickly and hands it over.
Yoongi always waits until about half way through a stuffing before he eats cake. He wants his stomach to stick out enough to catch all the crumbs, so that he never misses a bite.
âCome sit,â Yoongi says, gesturing to his lap. Namjoon gets up, unable to say anything and straddles his thighs. Yoongi pulls Namjoon closer until their stomachs are pressed up against each other. Namjoon can feel how hard Yoongiâs stomach is and heâs sure Yoongi can feel his dick pressing against it.
âStart moving,â Yoongi says. âRock back and forward. I want this to be good for both of us.â And Yoongi continues eating the cake, as if he hadnât said anything. Namjoon starts rocking hesitantly.
He loves Yoongiâs stomach when itâs full. And when itâs empty. And always. Itâs making Namjoon feel really good. He rocks against Yoongi, feeling his orgasm climb to the surface. He can feel his dick rubbing the underside of Yoongiâs belly, that his massive hoodie doesnât cover. It never covers his stomach entirely, always a sliver of skin hanging out. He loves Yoongiâs underbelly. He watches Yoongi eat the slice of cake carefully, one hand resting comfortably on his swollen gut.
âPass me another piece.â Namjoon stops rocking and hands the entire tray to Yoongi.
Yoongi stops eating as carefully now. He all but shoves the cake into his mouth. His other hand has begun rubbing small circles on his stomach.
When Namjoon finally orgasms, he collapses against Yoongiâs stomach, his head resting on the top. Yoongi chuckles, stroking his hand through Namjoonâs hair.
âCome here and feed me, Joonie,â Yoongi says. Namjoon smiles and sits up from his resting place. He shuffles so that heâs pressed against Yoongiâs stomach once again, further away than last time considering how Yoongiâs belly has grown, and begins pushing the pieces into Yoongiâs mouth.
They finish the cake very quickly, and Namjoon climbs off to cut up the chocolate cake. While heâs doing this, Yoongi is drinking sprite straight from the bottle.
âGood thing I went to the bathroom before this, right?â Yoongi laughs.
Namjoon smiles. âDo you want me to give you a hand job while you eat this, or would you like me to feed you again?â
âIs that even a question. A hand job please. But only if you can reach my dick.â Yoongi slaps his stomach to emphasise his point. âItâs extremely heavy.â
âIâm sure I can manage,â Namjoon says. He hopes he has enough arm muscle, or that Yoongi is turned on enough to get off quickly.
When Namjoon finishes cutting the cake, he passes it to Yoongi and climbs back on his lap.
âReady?â Namjoon asks.
Yoongi nods, already putting a slice of cake in his mouth. Namjoon takes a deep breath and lifts up Yoongiâs stomach. Yoongi was right, it is heavy, enormously heavy. His arm has already begun to shake. His other arm reaches in and down Yoongiâs sweatpants. He grabs his leaking dick in one hand and begins to stroke.
Yoongiâs moaning against his cake and the hand resting on his stomach has come down to help Namjoon lift. But he never stops eating. Namjoonâs not sure heâs ever seen anything hotter.
âYouâre so heavy, Yoongi. Youâve always been chubby, but now youâre fat. Youâre sexy and fat. I canât wait to fuck you tonight.â
âKeep talking,â Yoongi groans.
âWhen I first saw you, I couldnât wait to see you all fattened up. And now you are. And I get to see the judgemental stares you get that I know turn you on. And I get to see you struggle to do things that you didnât used to struggle with. I get to see you like this, in your happy place. I get to see you gorging yourself, like you deserve.â
Yoongi cums then and Namjoon is thankful. He extracts his hand from Yoongiâs pants and drops his stomach, delighting in the way itâs so stuffed, it doesnât even jiggle, just drops like a dead weight.
He looks up and Yoongiâs eyes are closes as he moans around a massive bite of cake.
Namjoon wipes his hand on a tissue.
âWant me to feed you again?â
Yoongi says nothing, he canât because of his full mouth, and hands the piece of cake to Namjoon. Namjoon starts feeding him small pieces, but in very quick succession.
The cake is finished soon and Yoongi finishes the bottle of sprite and drinks another glass of milk. Namjoon takes this time to run his hands over Yoongiâs stomach, revelling in the stretch. He reaches down to the couch where the bottom of Yoongiâs bare stomach rests on the cushion. Heâs intoxicated by the sight of Yoongiâs bare stomach, and the sight of his hands running across it.
âIâm gonna take your hoodie off now, it that ok?â Namjoon asks.
Yoongi nods.
âLean forward.â
Namjoon reaches around and pulls the sweater up, slowly uncovering Yoongiâs engorged stomach. Yoongi dutifully lifts his arms up. When the sweater is off, Yoongiâs hands go back to resting comfortably on his stomach.
âYou look beautiful, Yoongi.â Namjoon can now see the shelf that Yoongiâs stomach has created, the thick stretch mark running down itâs centre. He can see how sunken Yoongiâs belly button is. Yoongiâs stomach looks like a massive beach ball, big enough to almost to his knees and to rest on the couch below.
Namjoon begins stacking the remaining pizza on Yoongiâs stomach. âIâm gonna give you belly rubs, this time.â
Yoongi nods. Heâs never really talkative when heâs this stuffed, says it makes him too out of breath.
Yoongi begins eating again, like a trooper, and Namjoon kneads his fingers into his taut sides. Thereâs almost no give, and Namjoon can hear Yoongiâs stomach gurgling.
Yoongi eats and eats and eats and Namjoon rubs and rubs and rubs. He relishes in the feeling of Yoongiâs stomach.
When Yoongi finishes the pizza, Namjoon immediately hands him the bag of Doritos. He canât wait for Yoongi to finish so they can go back to the bedroom.
Namjoon stands up. Yoongiâs stomach has distended enough for there to no longer be enough room on his lap for Namjoon to sit.
He sits back next to Yoongi, one hand resting on his massive belly. Heâs back to where he was when they first started the stuffing.
The chips are soon finished and Namjoon allows Yoongi a bit of time to catch his breath.
âI donât think I can stand up, Namjoon,â Yoongi groans, his hands resting under his belly button.
âYouâre gonna have to. Iâm not going to fuck you on the couch.â The mention of sex seems to motivate Yoongi to try and stand.
He shuffles forward until his stomach sticks out over the end of the couch. This time itâs so hard that it doesnât sag at all. Yoongi tries to rock a few times, but he can never gain enough momentum. Namjoonâs in heaven. This is one of his favourite sights. Yoongi puts one hand on his stomach and pushes up, right as he does a particularly big rock. This seems to be enough to get him up, and Yoongi stumbles a bit.
Namjoon watches as Yoongi tries to settle into this new size. He watches as Yoongiâs back curves to create more room for his stomach. His back rolls become more pronounced and Yoongi rests both his hands under his belly button.
Namjoon watches Yoongi waddle a bit.
âComing, loser,â Yoongi says over his shoulder.
Namjoon stands up quickly and hurries to place a hand on Yoongiâs back.
They walk slowly down the hall to the bedroom.
