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Letting Go: Chapter 4/6

Before Jimin realizes it, it’s been a year since the last time he walked through the doors of the dance studio. A year since the last time he paid any mind to how flat his abs were or how he could limit calories that day to get the higher-ups off of his back. Sure, the decision to give up on dieting was only eight months ago, and sure, it’s only been six since the gaining got active and intentional, but the number on the scale hasn’t gone down once in a year, and for that, Jimin will celebrate.

feedist kinktober prompts 16-20: jm starts to really feel the physical effects of putting on 50+ kilograms in a year

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Letting Go: Chapter 2/6

“I bought a scale after I noticed the pants I bought last month were already starting to get tight.” To emphasize, Jimin hooks a thumb in his waistband, where he has to dig a bit beneath a love handle that’s only been emphasized by eating and sitting. The tip of his thumb gets pinched tight between fabric and fat. “I’ve gained thirteen kilos since the doctor’s appointment where I got scolded for gaining ten.”

feedist kinktober prompts 6-10: jm's unintentional gaining gets... not so unintentional

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Letting Go: Chapter 2/6

“I bought a scale after I noticed the pants I bought last month were already starting to get tight.” To emphasize, Jimin hooks a thumb in his waistband, where he has to dig a bit beneath a love handle that’s only been emphasized by eating and sitting. The tip of his thumb gets pinched tight between fabric and fat. “I’ve gained thirteen kilos since the doctor’s appointment where I got scolded for gaining ten.”

feedist kinktober prompts 6-10: jm's unintentional gaining gets... not so unintentional

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HI CUTIE I HOPE YOURE DOING SO WELL

Fat cop Namjoon who has powdered sugar on the front of his uniform from gorging on too many donuts <3

Xoxo,

Sugar Cookie

very short n sweet fic! as im preparing for the arirang fest later this month!! i originally wanted to post this in february but ao3 was down TT. could definelty make a part two of this one, let me know if yorue interested!

tags: policeman namjoon , namkook , minor jinkoook , weight gain , feedee kim namjoon , fat kim namjoon , second intentions , public space, tight clothes

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Kim Namjoon doesn’t do chases. That's one of the few unspoken rules in Seoul's police precinct number 16. 

The once legendary police man hadn’t retired or anything. He would probably laugh at the mere mention of retirement. Still decades away from the legal typical age. 

And yet, it seemed like their Chief Superintendent would specifically avoid choosing Namjoon for any open chases. He still got to investigate crime scenes and he was still amazing in the interrogation room. But if there is ever an emergency call, the chief’s instructions fly right over Namjoon’s desk. 

It wasn’t always like that. 

He still springs up from his office chair every time the alarm bell rings. Only to disappointedly sit back down into his seat.

Today is no different. 

The chair creaks under his weight, the armrests fitting a little snug under his hips. Just as the sound of the car siren began to blare muffledly. As his colleagues go and do the fun chase. He huffs through his nose, in an attempt to avoid visibly pouting. Lowering his gaze down to where his poor uniform button up tries to hug around his torso. 

His buttons cling all the way up the pillowy curve of his belly. It sits comfortably on Namjoon’s belt; a belt that he really hasn’t needed for a few months now at least, but uses out of habit. The shirt’s buttons threaten to show a peek into Namjoon’s white undershirt in between the stretched buttons, but it's not there yet. Though, it's very much to the point where his muffin top is rebelling against the hem of his shirt, barely tucked into his slacks and threatening to ride up with any sudden movements. 

Namjoon would like to think it's bloat but… His entire uniform is sending very similar threats. 

Sure, he’s gained a bit of weight. But he still got it! 

Before he can sink further into his slump, the newest hire, and most recent source of Namjoon’s comfort, comes to distract him. The young intern sets a package of powdered donuts on the table. 

“I need your help, hyung.” Jungkook pouts, immediately taking the chair next to Namjoon. Big eyes and pristine uniform. Young, fit, and freshly out of the academy… reminds him of his younger self. 

A smile already tugs at himself. And Namjoon can’t tell how much it is from feeling suddenly helpful, or because of the donuts. “What's the matter, cadet?” Even with the rank name, there’s no authority in his voice. Hand unconsciously already reaching for the pastry. 

In the back of his mind, he knows he shouldn’t. 

But also, doesn’t he deserve it after being made to feel shitty about himself? 

He doesn’t get the chance to continue to debate, before a powdered donut is making its way past his lips. 

“I’m having trouble with the people in the lab.” No policeman should pout at another officer, and look so cute doing it. “They still treat me like an intern!” He whines. 

A smile tugs at Namjoon’s lips. This is just what he needed, a fresh police needing his experience and advice. 

“Ah…They can be hard to crack when you’re new.” He shrugs casually. “You have to really get on their good side.” His words come through mouthfuls, some powdered sugar puffing from his lips with each word. 

“I tried!  I brought them cookies on my first week!” He whines, Jungkook’s entire body slamming against the chair in protest. 

A genuine, endeared, chuckle leaves his lips. “You try so hard.” Namjoon has to stop himself from ruffling the young cadet’s hair. Only really stopping himself because his fingers are covered in sugar. 

Easy fix. 

He wipes them against his chest. Blue uniform tainted with white dust.

“I thought that was a good thing!” Jungkook protests, his puppy dog eyes only intensifying at Namjoon when the older policeman sets his (now) clean hand on his shoulder. 

“It is. Some people are just too old and bitter to appreciate it.” He whispers that last line, earning giggles from the younger policeman. Only helping to boost Namjoon’s confidence.

He is willing to bet… Jungkook may have a bit of a celebrity crush on him. He doesn’t blame him. 

“I can talk to them for you.” That, however, makes Jungkook’s wide dazzling smile drop into a pout. 

“I don’t wanna keep depending on you, hyung. I need to start making people respect me.” The high pitch does not make Jungkook any more ‘intimidating’. 

“You think I didn’t depend on my seniors when I got here?” His hand is even dirtier with powdered sugar than before, as his hand needs to sink deeper and deeper into the bag of minidonuts. Grabbing two or three at a time. 

Even if he isn’t trying to bury his previous feeling of inadequacy anymore. The force of habit guides his actions. 

And even when he stuffs two donuts in at once, stretching his lips to fit them both, he continues speaking. “Around here, respect is just earned through longevity. It really isn’t personal or that you're doing something wrong.” 

Once he’s swallowed a bit, he smiles softly. “We need to depend on each other, hm?” 

That finally seems to ease Jungkook a little, shy smile growing on his face. “Then, if you wouldn’t mind talking to them… That would be amazing… But you gotta let me repay the favor.” He squeezes in before Namjoon can say his ‘No worries’. 

Instead having to say. “You don’t have to. The donuts were enough.” As he mentions them, he realizes with mild horror just how few were left. 

“Oh I will find a way even if you don’t let me.” Suddenly, a newfound determination takes over his face, eyes serious and smile intimidating. “I’m a try-hard, remember?” 

Namjoon has to bury a sudden tension in his chest to chuckle. He ignores it, but that doesn't help the way his face burns under the sudden threat. 

“Alright, cadet. I will know better than to try to stop you.” Namjoon doesn’t know if it's Jungkook’s attention that's making him a little winded, or if it's the almost entirely emptied bag of powdered donuts. 

The appropriate thing would be for Namjoon to say he didn’t think much about their encounter. But, even after talking to the guys at the lab, Namjoon’s thoughts kept returning to Jungkook. 

Probably as a way to boost his mood, he supposes.

It's nice to be admired… Especially now, that his superiors and even the policemen in his same rank seem to be underestimating him.

His lips purse into a pout at the thought of it. Though his body reminds him exactly why he is getting so many less exciting jobs in the field now: his own belly pressing against the buttons of his uniform, trying to escape the confines of his shirt that he’s had to size up a few times already. 

Maybe he should cut back on the sweets a bit. Tomorrow he’s starting his diet. No more sweets at work. 

That resolve dies pretty quickly, “tomorrow” afternoon. As he is getting some paperwork done about yesterday’s mission (the one he missed out on), something falls onto his desk. 

He looks up to find a very pleased looking Jungkook, who holds and waves lab results triumphantly. “You did it.” 

A smile can’t help but spread along Namjoon’s face. “It was nothing.” Glancing down, the item dropped onto his desk seems to be a pretty big container. 

“Yah…” It's heavy as he lifts it up, filled to the brim with cookies. “You made this?”

Jungkook’s expression becomes impossibly smugger. “I did. My boyfriend’s recipe.” 

Namjoon’s eyebrows raise. Right, the young cop’s admiration might be funded in Namjoon’s sexuality as equally as it's funded in his achievements in the police force. That seems to boost his ego even more. 

“I didn’t know you cooked.” He smiles amused. A smile voice in the back of his head reminding Namjoon of the diet that he has been maintaining for the past… 18 hours. 

He has been eating clean since his binge last night, the one he did to farewell his gluttonous eating…

That nudge only serves to remind Namjoon why he is so hungry now. 

“I don’t. But I’m really good at following instructions.” He chuckles. The young policeman’s eyes glanced down and up again expectantly. “So? Aren’t you gonna try one?” His tone is so eager. 

Namjoon’s teeth sink into his bottom lip. “I don’t know… I’ve really been going at it with the sweets lately.” He explains, although it must be obvious. Especially for someone like Jungkook, who has looked up to the policeman since his glory days. 

And look at him now. Thighs brushing the edge of his office chair, and belly becoming increasingly closer to his desk. 

“Its just one cookie.” Jungkook rolls his eyes, disregarding Namjoon’s… ballooning. He takes a seat on the edge of the older officer’s desk. 

He can’t help but notice that despite Jungkook’s body being lean and muscular, his uniform still clings to his body. Slacks stretching around his thick thighs, and shirt hugging his shoulders as he crosses his arms over his chest. 

“It's an entire tub of cookies actually.” Namjoon smiles, making sure his eyes dart back to the young officer’s face. He shakes the container to emphasize his point. 

“Surely you can have one and save the rest for later.” His smile is too wide for that to be genuine. Jungkook’s teasing tone is a new sound for him. Always used to nothing but prais from him. 

Namjoon’s cheeks turn pink, and Jungkook seems encouraged to continue. “You can even have one and leave them in the breakroom.” 

An awkward silence falls between them. Is Namjoon really going to admit this?

“I’m… not sharing these.” He scoffs a little, with a smile that's too shy to be joking. 

“Good. I would feel bad if you did.” Jungkook seems perfectly comfortable though. Their dynamic shifted entirely. “Just freeze them if it's too much. The recipe was for 16 cookies and I didn’t realize it until it was too late.” He chuckles. 

“You could have kept some for yourself.” The older cop mumbles, accusingly. 

And Jungkook, without a budge to his smile, says, “I can’t. I’m watching my figure.” 

Namjoon can’t hide his stunned expression. And the young cop doesn’t give him a chance to even try to find a witty response as he hops off Namjoon’s desk happily. “Well, thanks again! See you around!” 

That's how he is left… embarrassed, shocked… and with an entire tub of delicious looking cookies. 

The next morning, when Jungkook asks if Namjoon had a cookie, he tells him it was delicious. 

Making every effort to avoid acknowledging the empty container stuffed into his desk drawer. Hoping the way he avoids the young cop’s eyes isn’t too telling. 

Jungkook smiles bashful down at himself, hand tightening as he holds the phone. “You always say that.” 

“I mean it.” Seokjin smiles determinedly, looking at his boyfriend through the little protection glass. “You look hotter every time I see you.” 

There’s a moment of quiet, an unasked question between them. Not that there is much time for comfortable silence, with Jungkook’s 10 minutes of allowed visit time. It motivates him to confess shyly. 

“Your plan is working.” He whispers. Even though their conversation is vague, it still feels so mischievous to talk about it in the middle of a detention center. “I don’t think there is any sweet he can say no to.” 

Warmth spreads across his stomach seeing Seokjin’s smile spread, endeared, giddy. “Did he like my cookies?” 

“Everybody does, hyung. Officer Kim doesn’t stand a chance.” He whispers, smile contagious as it spreads through Jungkook’s lips too. 

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The Challenge

A request for @tae156 :3 I hope you enjoy!

After Jungkook's service in the military, Jimin notices that the younger man has not only gotten stronger- but his appetite is ever growing. Tired of all his leftovers and snacks being eaten, he begins setting up small trials and challenges for Jungkook's stomach as payback.

Tae becomes an unlikely ally in Jimin's attempts.

Warning: Weight gain, hand feeding, burping, farting. typical beginnings of slobby behavior 😇

It started with one meal.

There were many things that Jungkook had to adjust to during his military service, and the increased intake of food on a daily basis was one of them. It took a couple of days of eating his even and square meals to get him to a point where he did not gag trying to finish breakfast. And his body rewarded him in kind, seeming to sprout up stronger than ever.

And before he knew it, his service was over. He was stronger than he had ever been before, and most of all, the heaviest he had been. He had always held a bright presence in any room he entered, but now his thick muscles and broad shoulders added an intimidating energy to him. One that lingered, even with a goofy smile on his face.

The rest of his band mates had been impressed, praising him for becoming so strong. And of course, the attention he had gotten online from fans noticing his muscle growth was phenomenal. Now, it was starting to get to his head a bit.

Jimin was the first to notice, since him and Jungkook were living together at that time. Many late nights he would catch Jungkook still up, yapping to his stream chats and flexing for the camera. All fine and good, but even more apparent was this new... appetite Jungkook had developed. One serving of food, no matter how big it was portioned, was never enough for the man. Gone were the days of Jungkook needing to get a box when they ordered out, and now Jimin even had to scold Jungkook to not lick his plate clean in public.

Once again, all fine and good. But now what was really getting on Jimin's nerves was that the borders of JK's hunger went further than his own plate. Scolding, jabs from his fork, and reverse psychology were not enough to keep Jungkook's fingers at bay from grabbing whatever bites Jimin was saving for himself.

The incident that broke the camel's back was actually on a day not unlike the usual. Jimin had been working out that morning before grocery shopping, and was anticipating a high reward when he got back to his apartment for his discipline and errand-doing. There was a container of mango sorbet with his name on it, sitting patiently in the freezer. He had just gotten it yesterday from the convenience store nearby, and Jimin planned to make it last atleast a week.

So when he got home, he was more than disappointed when he opened the container to find it already enjoyed. Not even just a couple bites, no no... He could see the bottom of the container where someone had greedily dug in with their spoon, leaving just a scarce amount of the frozen dessert on the walls and circular corners.

Breathe in... Jimin inhaled, looking up at the ceiling. And out... The breath left his lungs slowly, and he felt his tingly nerves begin to settle.

But then his thumb brushed away the frost on the surface, revealing his sharpie scribbled name on the lid.

Alright, that just made Jimin mad all over again.

Grabbing a spoon, he walked along their apartment, following the sound of Jungkook's voice. It sounded like he was streaming and playing a game, and Jimin only hesitated for a moment before opening the younger man's bedroom door.

Jungkook was giggling when he turned to look at Jimin, the smile on his face faltering a bit when he saw the container. "Hi, Minnie!" He greeted, lifting his headphones slightly to hear what Jimin might have to say. "What's up?"

"This had my name on it." Jimin held up the container and spoon with no formalities. Jungkook bit his lip, suppressing a giggle before nodding.

"Yeah, sorry... You know, I only started with a few bites." His brows perked up, trying to throw those cute, doe eyes at Jimin. "But that brand you get is so good, I literally couldn't stop eating. And before I knew it, I had almost finished the whole pint!" He said it as if he didn't believe it himself, and he shook his head before turning back to his game. "I'm really sorry- I'll buy you another, okay?" He offered, unpausing his game and focusing back in.

Hmm... To Jimin this did not sound like a proper apology.

Pursing his lips, and with the steady and learned mannerisms of a soldier, Jimin approached Jungkook's desk. He gave the camera a good view of the inside to an almost empty sorbet container before putting it down. The impact he made slamming the container down next to Jungkook's hand creased the dampening cardboard, and he tossed the small spoon in, letting it spin and knock over the container.

Jungkook paused his game again, wide eyes looking up at Jimin incredulously. He looked like he was holding back a laugh, which only made the tone in Jimin's voice more bitter. "If you're going to eat *my* food, you have to finish it." He huffed out, before turning and leaving the room. It was one thing to be a victim to Jungkook's now ever growing hunger, but Jimin would not allow himself to eat scraps.

This was the beginning of a series of events that piled onto Jungkook, literally and figuratively. After Jimin left his room, Jungkook laughed, feeling awkward and apologizing to his audience. He inspected the container and spoon, tilting his head as he poked the sorbet with the utensil. "Oh damn, I really did leave some in here." He stated it with full awareness of his guilt, before quickly eating the rest of the sorbet.

To Jimin's dismay, he soon found that Jungkook had taken his words to heart. The younger member seemed to find amusement in Jimin's frustration, which the other took notice of. As he usually did.

That was when he started setting up challenges for Jungkook. Nothing serious, but more so personal challenges or bets Jimin made about his friend. The research question was: 'How fast does it take for JK to eat something with my name on it?'

Jimin's thesis was that anything that was obviously his Jungkook took as priority, especially to eat the majority of it before Jimin could get a single bite. And if the food had begun the process of being enjoyed by Jimin, Jungkook would finish it. Eventually after a week of these shenannigans, Jimin tested the next step of his theory.

No longer was he buying just pints. 48 oz containers seemed to suit Jungkook's challenge just fine. Sealing Chocolate chocolate chip's doom, Jimin wrote his name in big letters across the lid. He did not plan to have a single bite until he got home later that night. He was seeing a movie with Jin, and then they would go drinking afterwards... Knowing Jin, that would keep Jimin out of the house for a good while.

Plenty of time for a dumb Maknae to learn his greedy lesson.

And surely enough... When Jungkook heard the front door close, he put down the weights he had been using. It was time to make dinner, and he had a good idea of what he might have. Pizza seemed amazing right that second, but he didn't want to eat out too much. And he also had not gotten the chance to see what sort of dessert Jimin left for him yet.

He didn't genuinly think Jimin left food for him, but that was sometimes how his mind corrected itself. And it was a little ridiculous how unguarded some of Jimin's personal snacks were.

For example, just two days prior: A box of oreos, already opened, with Jimin written across, were just sitting on the kitchen counter. Jungkook thought it was a shame Jimin only ate two, so he decided to finish off the rest of them.

Did that make him an asshole? Perhaps. But his excuse? Well... He couldn't admit it to himself even, but it now seemed impossible for him to start whatever he ate without finishing it.

So tonight he made himself some noodles and tofu. Extra peanut sauce and an avocado smoothie helped make sure he met his protein goals. At first when he plated his own portion he doubted his ability to finish it, but only a quarter through was he reminded of why he loved eating so much. Eating like this especially reminded him of a more youthful time, when his stomach was bottomless. He could really, truly eat anything he wanted right now, and that was freeing.

"Phew," He placed a hand on his upper stomach, sighing with his eyes closed. He had just finished his whole meal, and the tightness of his stomach had him place his head back against the couch, in blissful anguish. "Too much tofu..." Jungkook shook his head, soft but audible manual breaths leaving his open mouth.

After a good fifteen minutes of looking at his phone and rubbing his stomach, he felt like he had digested enough to make room for desert. He huffed out a silent burp, patting his chest as he turned on the TV. He was in the mood to just space out and eat whatever pint of deliciousness Jimin had left behind.

So, it was a bit of a surprise when Jungkook opened the freezer, and found 48 ozs of icecream. He blinked before grabbing it like a curious creature, inspecting the lid. Yep, this was Jimin's. But he didn't usually get something this big, especially of icecream... JK bit his bottom lip, his canine tooth and tongue playing with his piercings hesitantly.

Well, he can atleast have a little bit. He doesn't need to even have half of it. Just some bites would be enough to piss Jimin off, right? He wetted his lips, closing the freezer and grabbing a spoon before sitting back onto the couch.

Jimin had chosen well... The texture of the chocolate chips was addictive, and Jungkook found himself chasing certain chocolate veins. When he wasn't looking down at the icecream, he was watching the television. Though he had gotten full quickly, he wasn't too uncomfortable yet. Infact, the texture of the icecream was nice and fluffy, and it made it easy to eat big, soft bites. It would be a funny sight for anyone to see: Jungkook with glazed over eyes and icecream around his lips, spoon delicately sucked on.

Eventually, he dug his spoon in and heard the familiar plunk of metal against thin, waxy cardboard.

No way.

He looked down and quickly revealed the truth, which was the bright white spot of the bottom of the icecream container. A little burp left him, and he supressed another by holding his breath. How did he eat so much? Taking his napkin, he wiped his mouth, contemplating his next steps.

Now, there really was not much left... enough for one or two more servings. Jungkook internally reasoned with himself that if he was this far, he might as well finish the whole container. Then how *shocked* would Jimin be? He giggled, digging in. The back of his tongue and whole throat were cold, and a small hiccup slipped out after his stomach gurgled.

Finally finished, he let out a stiff and cold burp, barely opening his eyes as he set the empty container and spoon down on the coffee table. He had lost the plot of whatever movie was on awhile ago, succumbing to his brain freeze bliss. Now he fully laid on his back, lifting his hoodie up over his stomach. The weight of all the icecream on top of his dinner felt so fucking heavy, and he began to realize just how tight his stomach felt.

"Oh goddamn..." He stared at how far his stomach pushed out. For some reason, being so full was really exciting him. JK was glad to be home alone right now, because he was sure he looked ridiculous rubbing his overgorged belly.

Maybe he had been over doing it lately... Now looking at how his stomach pointed out, he realized that he no longer had the defined abs he had only weeks before. Yes, he was still very muscular, but... All this overindulgence had really made him soft. Literally.

With a small whimper, he briefly sat up to motivate himself to clean up the coffee table, and get ready for bed. But as he plopped back down on his back, a familiar sense of comfort began to creep in... He was becoming the victim of a very strong food coma.

How long had it been since Jimin left? He wasn't sure... but it wouldn't matter if he took a little nap, would it?

...

Jimin had returned to their apartment with Tae, who had joined Jin and Jimin's drinking as a surprise. Jimin was happy to have his friend come home with him, and a small part of his mind relished in imagining what him and Tae might walk into.

"Yeah, I just got some icecream today. Maybe we can have a little when we get to me and JK's place." Jimin smiled, warming his face up by rubbing his nose against his scarf discreetly as they got a cab.

"Ooooh, yes please! Sounds delicious," Tae hummed. "Do you think Kooky is still awake? I'd love to see him." He added, his buzzed smile becoming a permanent fixture on his face tonight.

Jimin chuckled, giving a little shrug. "I guess we'll see. Maybe I can make us some dinner, too." Tae gasped in excitement at the suggestion, gripping at Jimin's shoulder. He clearly loved that idea.

"Something small, though. We can't be staying up too late." Jimin's go to was ramyeon, so he immedietly started craving it when he thought about a late night drunk meal.

When they got to the apartment, Jimin couldn't help but let out a small gasp at seeing Kooky on the couch. His head pointed forward slightly, examining the empty container nearby in the dark. Tae peaked over Jimin's shoulder, curious at what he was staring at.

"Oh," Tae assumed he should be quiet, seeing Jungkook was asleep. But then he stepped in, and saw the icecream, and the still illuminated yet low volume television playing. Jungkook was laying on his back and snoring, his arms hugging one of the couch pillows.

Jimin closed the door behind them. Tae could barely contain his disbelief. "That's not the icecream you got today, right...?" He asked, a nervous chuckle leaving him as he pointed towards the sleeping man.

Jimin had to hold back a smile as he rolled his eyes. "What do you think?" He asked rhetorically, the answer obvious. Tae's mouth stayed open, and he followed Jimin into the kitchen as he began making Ramyeun with drunken determination.

"Goddamn... how did he eat all of that in a day??" Tae whisper shouted, continuing to stare over towards the couch. He was fascinated by the sliver of belly he could see poking out between the bottom of Jungkook's hoodie and waistband. Jimin just giggled.

"It's impressive, isn't it?" Jimin was happy to be facing away from Tae so that he could bite his lip. Meanwhile, Tae was still ogling the way JK's stomach raised up and down as he breathed. When Tae finally looked over at Jimin, he noticed that the man was preparing three ramyeuns.

"You're making one for Kooky, too?" He raised a brow, drawing closer to Jimin to look over his shoulder. Jimin looked back at him with an innocent expression, drunkenly flushed with lidded eyes.

"Oh, yeah. He'll be hungry when he wakes up." He said with full confidence. "You should go tell him I'm making food, and to clean up his mess." Jimin smiled to himself.

Tae grinned, his drunken brain immedietly appealing to his mischevious side. He nodded, saluting Jimin before heading over to his destination.

"Mister Jungkook..." Tae cooed as he grew closer, wiggling his fingers. JK looked so vulnerable and sweet in his sleep, like a baby bunny... And the way his stomach was poking out, it looked so bloated and cute.

And absolutely tickleable. Tae leaned down, like a vampire over their resting victim, his fingernails carefully tapping the edges of Jungkook's belly. The younger man's eyebrow twitched in his sleep, making Tae hesitate for just a moment. In a curious instant, he placed his warm hand on the bottom part of Kooky's stomach, shaking it eagerly.

This had Jungkook groan in his sleep, his nose scrunching up as a small gurgle came from his stomach, rumbling up his chest and through his throat. His mouth lazily opened as a burp popped out, and his eyes fluttered sleepily. "Hmm..?" He cleared his throat, unintentionally making another burp slip out. "Taehyung?" He asked, trying to sit up but having a hard time bending over his stomach.

Tae could barely contain his laughter, impressed at seeing Jungkook having glutted himself out so far. No longer holding back his cuteness aggression, he actually started tickling Jungkook's stomach and sides. Even trailing up to tickle Kooky's armpits. This was met by shrill laughter, and the younger man immedietly started fighting against him.

"TAE!! AHAHA! NO, NO-" Jungkook inhaled sharply, his legs buckling together to try and keep himself contained. He looked around for theoretical help, smelling boiling water and spotting Jimin in the kitchen. Tae must have joined him...

"Jimin's making food, and you need to clean up!!" Tae laughed as he jerked his head back and forth, avoiding Jungkook's swipes at him. He noticed how the younger man was crumpling in on himself, laughing while clutching his stomach. For some reason this had Tae smirk, and he leaned into his impulses, digging his tickling fingers into Jungkook's navel.

Jungkook laughed, but his wide eyes told a story of terror. He could barely contain himself, and he knew that just any second longer he wouldn't be able to stop himself from doing more than just burping infront of his Hyungs. "S-seriously, HAH-" He made a sharp inhale, tensing up before losing the battle.

The rumble that shook through his stomach was loud, but barely prepared the two men for the even louder fart that ripped out of Jungkook. Jungkook bit his lip hard, kicking at Tae as another slipped out.

"Oooh! JK!!" He could hear Jimin laugh from the other room, impressed at his flatulance. Tae was laughing too, practically losing his breath as he kept tickling Jungkook.

"I tried to warn you!" Jungkook whined, a shy smile on his face. Since Tae was still not letting up, JK bit his lip before deciding to let another fart out, seeking revenge on his drunk friend.

Tae's hands were still against Jungkook's stomach, and he could feel his poor tummy flex as he pushed out more tumultous waves of flatulence. "Okay, okay- I'll leave you alone! Little stink bug!" Tae teased, hopping up and almost tripping backwards as he tried to get his footing.

Meanwhile, Jungkook drew his hoodie strings tight, hiding away from his friends. "You can't tickle someone awake like that!" Jungkook whined, waving his hand around to clear the air as Tae laughed and stumbled away from him.

"Well, I would be thanking Tae. It sounds like you have room for ramyeun, now." Jimin teased, secretly horny at what a mess Jungkook was being infront of their friend. Served him right for being such a pig.

Jungkook rubbed the sleep out of his eyes before begrudgingly cleaning up the coffee table. He was embarrassed beyond all measure, and his stomach still felt so heavy... But the smell of ramyeon cheered him up, and made him hungry all over again.

"I already had dinner..." Jungkook said, while sitting down to eat with them. Jimin didn't respond immedietly, just setting JK's instant noodles and fork down infront of him.

"I knew if I made some you would eat it," Jimin said simply, his voice stuffed up from being drunk. The three men, dazed and half asleep, enjoyed the noodles together. Sometimes it was interrupted by the loud, angry noises of Jungkook's stomach.

...

About three weeks had passed since the first icecream incident, and Jungkook was making good progress on the challenge. Whether he was aware of it or not... He was eating *atleast* two tubs of icecream a week, and the snacks he had between were nothing to sneeze at. Jimin had been very purposeful in his choices.

It had gotten to a point where he started picking snacks and options with the *highest* calories. He told Jungkook he was trying to bulk, so he could be 'buff' like JK.

Laughable, since Jimin was quite fit compared to the love handles that had sprouted out from Jungkook's sides. This muffin top had become Jimin's most recent obsession, something he squished atleast three times a day. To Jungkook's dismay, though at this point the piglet was getting used to all the poking and prodding.

Tae had also been coming over more often. He especially loved bringing treats to share with Jungkook, but often times he would let the younger man eat the whole of whatever he brought. When confronted by Jimin about this, Tae's excuse was that he felt bad for 'all of Jimin's snacks getting eaten'.

But the reality was Tae loved watching Jungkook eat. Maybe even more than Jimin did, with many long pathetic nights spent with Tae unable to sleep, thinking of the way JK's stomach grew. The stretch marks that had formed on the back of his arms... and the way his thighs were spreading and softening out.

"Say ahhh," Tae sang softly, holding up a nice big bite for Jungkook. JK had actually invited Tae over, feeling lonely since Jimin was on a trip for a few days.

Jungkook wrapped his lips around the big bite of rice, his mouth already half full from the pork he had been eating too. "Mmm," Jungkook hummed, happily chewing the crispy rice and beaming a smile at Tae. Managing to chew a good majority of the food in his mouth, he swallowed hard, scrunching his nose up a little. "Tae, you're such a good cook. You really need to come over more!"

"Oh, that can be arranged." Tae nodded, his eyes glancing over the slight hang Jungkook's stomach began to have when he leaned over. So heavy, and begging to only get heavier day by day...

After Jungkook ate *all* of his dinner (two and a half servings), and a big salad, he huffed. Placing his plate down, he leaned over to lay the side of his head against Tae's strong shoulder. His full stomach poked out clearly through his shirt. Tae took quick glances at it before wrapping an arm around the Maknae.

"You're so cute when you get full like this. Ready for a nap?" He asked. Jungkook giggled before answering.

"Actually, I was thinking it might be time for dessert." Jungkook uttered out, and he could feel Tae's eyes burn into him. "But I need to digest first. Atleast... fifteen minutes." Jungkook added quickly, not wanting to be judged for his hunger. Tae smiled, petting JK's head and messing up his hair slightly.

"I don't think that's a bad idea. What do you guys have?" Tae seemed to ignore the request to wait fifteen minutes, getting up to search Jungkook's kitchen for something sweet.

"Hmm... Hmmm..." He opened the fridge, his eyes immedietly darting to two interesting specimens. Both of them in mini form, one chocolate one strawberry... "How does cheesecake sound?"

"Ah, sounds delicious... But they're Jimin's." Jungkook sighed, pretending to keep some sense of dignity infront of Tae. This got a raised brow from Tae, and he clicked his tongue in disbelief.

"Jimin isn't here, you know. I don't think he will mind if you eat up his cake." He began grabbing both of the desserts, and a spoon. Just one.

He had a theory, or... challenge of his own to test out.

"Noooo.... I can barely move, can't eat any more." Jungkook laughed, purposefully sounding weak as he watched Tae draw closer. But that was the thing... Tae was coming closer. And closer.

"Just try a little bit and see how you feel." He had a glass of milk with him, to help Jungkook wash the sweet, rich treats down. But Jungkook did not budge, keeping his hands in his lap stubbornly.

Tae kept a pokerface, sitting down next to Jungkook and looking at him with cold, daring eyes. "If you can't move, that's okay. Just open your mouth up for me, like you did earlier." Tae reassured, beginning to open up one of the containers. He scooped a nice, big creamy bite of the strawberry cheesecake, making sure to get a chunk of fruit in the bite as well.

Something really nice and decadent for his Kooky.

With no complaint, Jungkook opened his mouth, his eyes lidded as he took in the bite for Tae. Then as he chewed, and he didn't bat an eye at Tae preparing a second bite quickly. Leaning comfortably back against the couch, he spent more time focusing on unsticking the dessert from the roof of his mouth than on how many bites Tae was feeding him.

Very soon, the taste of strawberry was replaced with chocolate, and Jungkook looked over to see that Tae had already managed to feed him the first mini cake... Fuck. He had been trying really hard to stop eating whole desserts.

Atleast, within the last twenty four hours... But a mini cheesecake wasn't too big of a deal, right? And two... well that was just the next step up. Not a big step...

Jungkook closed his eyes as he took in the new taste, loving the bitter kiss of the rich chocolate. Tae couldn't hold back the small laugh of joy he made from watching Jungkook enjoy his food so much. He put the dessert and spoon down to pick up the glass of milk, bringing it up to Jungkook's lips.

"Oops, here... Let's wash away that strawberry taste first." Tae said in a calm, relaxed tone. Like he was reading a bedtime story, and had tripped over his words. He held Jungkook's chin lovingly, tipping it back to meet the glass as he had him drink almost the whole thing. Only did he bring the glass away from Jungkook's lips when a small dribble of the white liquid slipped down his chin.

Tae chuckled, setting the glass down and patting Jungkook's back expectantly. What he was expecting was what he received, and Jungkook opened his mouth to let out a low, long belch. His stomach twitched, struggling to push in with how full he was. Then he burped again, against his fist.

"Let it all out, big guy." Tae cooed, placing a hand on Jungkook's belly to give it slow, gentle rubs. Occasionally he brought his hand up to Jungkook's chest to feel how big and soft his pecks had gotten. The way his hand gripped against Jungkook's soft flesh was etched in desperation.

As of late, Tae had been inspired by Jungkook's rapidly changing physique in pushing himself to go to the gym. And now, sitting on this couch with the younger man, Tae could not feel prouder... The soft flesh of JK's pudgy stomach was a laughable comparison against the defined muscles in Tae's arms. As the weeks had passed, it seemed like Tae would soon surpass Jungkook's deadlift weight. Though... definetly not his weight class.

Now halfway through the second mini cheesecake, Tae couldn't help but smile as Jungkook practically whimpered with each bite. between every few bites, Jungkook would pant and let Tae massage a small burp out of his poor, stretched stomach.

Tae's eyes glanced towards the fridge... And he wondered what Jimin would think if Tae managed to get their Kooky to drink down the rest of that gallon of milk.

That certainly would be an interesting challenge...

[ssbbwsummeruk]

I'm looking a bit skinny 🤭😉

[pudgecuddles]

Chubtober 2025: Day 3

Fall Feast - Pudgecuddles Version

Namjoon parked in the empty lot in front of the massive, ancient manor he’d been told to go to.

He had won an item at a conservation auction last month benefiting marine life and was now attending the promised fall dinner.

He only knew his host by the mysterious name of SOPE, that being what they signed off as via their correspondences. Of which were sent by snail mail for some reason.

Namjoon imagined an elderly man or woman toddling around a vintage looking kitchen preparing some stew, a loaf of bread and pumpkin pie all from scratch. It would explain the old house and the outdated way of communication at least?

With wholesome thoughts of sweet old people and yummy food dancing through his mind, Namjoon made his way to the huge mansion and knocked using the honestly kinda creepy looking door knocker.

Knock, knock, knock!

There was a few seconds of silence before the door slowly creaked open, allowing Namjoon entry.

“Thank you for-“ Namjoon halted his sentence at the lack of human presence.

Who had opened the door for him?

Maybe it’s hydraulic? He rationalized. It must be hooked up to a button or switch further into the house! So that that little old person doesn’t have to struggle to open those massive doors!

Yes. That’s it. Nothing weird or creepy about this at all.

Shaking off his creeping sense of dread, Namjoon wandered further into the manor.

As he walked towards certain paths, candles flickered to life, guiding his way presumably to where his host wanted him to go.

“And this is just hyper realistic, motion activated electric candles!” He laughed anxiously to himself.

Eventually, the guiding lights took him to a lavish dining room, fit for a king. A long table filled what space wasn’t occupied with paintings and statues.

Only the head of the table was set with an embroidered placemat, fine china and more utensils than Namjoon expected.

He figured his host was on the older side, but this set up was straight out of the 1800’s!

Now solidly uncomfortable by his surroundings and the lacking presence of this SOPE character, Namjoon stood awkwardly in the entrance to the dining room.

Closing his eyes and rubbing his temples Namjoon reassured himself that everything was going to be fine and this was all a temporary occurrence.

Namjoon lowered his hands and opened his eyes only to let out a manly scream as the sight of a smiling young man’s face appeared way too close to his own visage.

“Who the hell?!”

The young man lifted his palm to his mouth, shoulders shaking as he giggled silently.

Namjoon chuckled awkwardly back, stepping to the side to make space between them. “You must be, uh, SOPE?”

The man nodded. Was he mute? Namjoon didn’t know any sign language other than ‘thank you’. This was going to be a disaster.

“Is… the feast ready? I can wait a little longer if I’m too early?”

Why did you offer that, Namjoon?! Idiot! The last thing he wanted was to stay here any longer than necessary.

The silent man shook his head aggressively before motioning for Namjoon to take a seat at the head of the table. He made a shooing gesture with his hands towards the grand and decorated dining chair.

“Okay, okay! It’s ready then! I’ll take a seat.”

Namjoon lowered himself into the cushioned chair and almost sank into the surprising softness of the plush seat.

Okay, maybe this wasn’t so bad…

It was then that a mirage of food bloomed into existence before him, filling the table to bursting with succulent meats, steaming slices of bread, creamy soups and tankards of dark beer.

Just as he was about to panic and leap out of the unrealisticly comfortable chair, the scent of the food filled Namjoon’s nostrils. A flood of dopamine hit his synapses, activating neurons and triggering a rush of serotonin.

It. Smelled. Divine.

Namjoon’s skinny ass flopped back down into his seat like a puppet with cut strings. Before he knew it he was reaching for what looked like a cartoonishly large leg of mutton and tearing into it like a man starved.

His host stood next to him, soundlessly clapping his hands in delight as Namjoon thoughtlessly glutted himself on at first the leg of meat, then a bowl of mashed potatoes, then an entire plate of dinner rolls…

The thought of stopping his binge crossed his mind, it was only with the idea of glugging down a pint of beer before moving on to the next silver platter of food.

Meat juices, rich sauces and trails of buttery grease dropped down Namjoon’s chin and neck eventually dirtying the collar of his fancy button up shirt.

But Namjoon didn’t notice. He didn’t notice his tightening belt, his cushier bottom, his slovenly behavior.

The only time he stopped his out of control feasting was to let loose deep, wet belches before diving back in.

His silent host merely watched on the sidelines as Namjoon made a gluttonous mess of himself, growing slobbier and gassier as he went.

It was only when Namjoon decided “fuck it” and lifted a now plusher cheek to let rip a brassy fart that the noise broke him out of his feeding frenzy.

“Wha-?” Before Namjoon could question why his shirt and pants felt like they were seconds away from bursting at the seams, his host shoved a spoonful of heavenly soup, so thick and creamy that it should be called a stew.

He moaned, eyes glazing over before he took the large soup bowl and chugged.

Each gulp pushed his potbelly out further and further until his buttons began to ping off of his shirt and bounce off the bottom of the table.

If he could see himself now, Namjoon would have been appalled. His once athletic, toned body ruined in less than twenty minutes by a feast that never seemed to grow any smaller no matter how much he consumed.

But he didn’t stop. Couldn’t stop.

More and more food slid down his gullet, making his second chin bob with each swallow.

His belly grew taut and round, his rear end wide and swollen.

Riiiiiiip!

There went the seat of his dress slacks.

Creeeeeak… Snap!

Namjoon grunted as the tightness of his nicest belt disappeared, allowing his bare gut to roll forward onto his lap and hit the edge of the table.

His carefully curated outfit was tearing to pieces around his ballooning body, sloughing off him in shreds.

A flabby arm reached out for another morsel, but before he could reach his next target, Namjoon’s sausage fingers were halted. Looking down hazily, Namjoon saw his big belly had pushed him away from the table far enough that the fat man could no longer reach his precious food.

Namjoon shifted a bit in his seat, intending on standing a bit to attempt to grab another plate, but once again his plans were foiled, this time by his large ass having wedged itself stuck between the arms of his chair.

He grunted and wiggled and stretched towards the table but to no avail.

Just as Namjoon felt he was about to cry from hunger, a hand shoved a bun into his mouth for him to eat.

Now this was more like it! No more having to move to eat, which was quickly becoming more and more exhausting to do with his flabby arms.

Namjoon moaned between bites as his host shoveled more food into his mouth. His growth sped up with the faster, more efficient feeding. His body swelled with fat, weighing him down. It was very likely that he wouldn’t be able to walk on his own by this point.

Strangely, Namjoon deep down in his flavor blasted mind noticed that his chair was significantly wider than it was in the beginning. A tight fit, but surprisingly manageable.

His host pulled back every now and then for Namjoon to burp and make room for more of the feast, almost seeming to revel in the warmth of the gas hitting him obnoxiously.

Namjoon, far gone at this point, didn’t even notice when a second pair of hands began to explore his obese body. The cold fingers rubbed and caressed his fat sides, his sagging ass cheeks, his plump tits.

Pleasure swelled in him, not just from the taste of the food, but from the second person’s ministrations. They were growing bold in their touch, groping and gripping and tugging.

It was a hard slap on his boulder of a gut that finally woke Namjoon up completely from his daze.

Cock hard, body softer than it’s ever been, Namjoon stared in shock at his new, shapeless form.

“What did you do to me?!” He cried out in disbelief. His host only smiled ear to ear at him.

The second pair of hands came back to his belly, rubbing out an unexpected belch. Namjoon turned his pudgy back as far as it could go to discover a second man with cat like eyes kneading out more and more sounds from him.

“Wh- uuuuurp! Why?! What even- this isn’t possible! I wa- frrrrrrt! wasn’t so big before!” He stuttered out in between expelling flatulence and other unsavory gases.

His hosts smirked in unison before the smiley one brought more food to his lips, this time a chocolate truffle.

“No- no! No more! I’m already so-“

He moaned sensually as the chocolate was shoved between his thick greasy lips and melted on his tongue.

The haze was back and worse than ever because this time it felt like Namjoon was having an out of body experience.

He watched from a third person point of view, completely disassociated from the experience as his body shook in pleasure as it was stuffed by both silent creatures.

He grew fatter and slobbier with each bite before eventually an orgasm ripped through his blob-like body. Namjoon jiggled like a bowl of jello, snorting like a prized hog between bites of dessert.

Namjoon’s conscious mind felt itself slipping as the realization that this wasn’t temporary, that it wasn’t going to stop hit him.

There was no way out.

A smile slipped onto Namjoon’s blubbery face as his fat cheeks pushed his eyes closed.

He didn’t want this to ever stop.

[chubbymins]

Masterlist

These are all of my finished stories that are also cross-posted to ao3. I'll tag them accordingly. All of these involve weight gain.

How to Care For Your Alpha [MiniMoni, Immobile, Eructophilia abo dynamics]

Powerplay [JiKook, Immobile, Humiliation, Eproctophilia]

Bird Of Prey [VMin, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Stockholm Syndrome]

Confidence Gained [VMin, NamGi, Eructophilia]

Seal Milk [Jimin/Everyone, Hybrids, Lactation, Eproctophilia, Eructophilia]

You're My Favorite Flower [Jikook, Eproctophilia, Eructophilia, Biker!jk Florist!jm]

Operation: Fatten Our Favorite Puppy [Jimin/Everyone, Hybrid!Jm, Eructophilia]

STAY [Yoonmin, immobility, forced gain, pig "play", abuse, stockholm syndrome]

His (Not So Little) Bunny [YoonKook, stuffing and cuddles, this one is soft.]

Bed Breaking Fun [JiHope, Eructophilia, almost immobile]

Pampered [JinMin, Hybrid!sj]

True Love [Jikook, mpreg, lactation, omegaverse, immobility]

Nightly Tummy Rubs [MinJoon, Eructophilia, Jimin is really big, squashing?]

More. [MinJoon, Hybrid!jm, furniture breaking, eructophilia]

[taeslovehandles]

THE LIFE-COACH [PROMPT]

Seokjin is a professional life coach. Or, what nobody knows, a very talented hypnotizer. His weekly sessions with a client, called Taehyung, are rough recently. Taehyung was going through a bad breakup and had started to gain a lot of weight.

So Seokjin decides to have a little fun and manipulate his client with 'power-words' in a way, that Taehyung doesn't notice. The life-coach conditions him through trance to eat and always be hungry and horny. When he is horny he needs to eat or can't cum. When his stomach isn't filled he is hungry and needs it to always be burstingly full to be satisfied and not in pain. Taehyung starts to do this throughout the day but doesn't notice because of how Seokjin spoke the command through his trance. When Taehyung keeps getting fatter and truly starts packing on the pounds, he panics and doesn't how what is happening, nor what to do. Seein as his life-coaches training doesn't help, Taehyung mentions to Seokjin that he is thinking about ending their weekly sessions for a while. Stopping that nonsense, Seokjin steps up his game creating the power-word 'pig-out' so that his client gets fatter faster without remembering a thing during their sessions. At least not until Seokjin says the magic words of 'Pig-In'. A very strong method to let the conciousness of his client be subdued and be taken over by the crafted persona the coach wants it to be.

After a few weeks of this and Taehyung continously ripping his seams, getting stuck in his chairs and being out of breath from waddling around his place, he has enough.

He calls in an urgent meeting with his life-coach and tells him that he wants to end their sessions. That he feels like Seokjin is not truly listening to his problems and that he hasn't given Taehyung the help he needs right now. That this will be their last session. He wants to quit.

While listening to the entire thing, Seokjin, as the sadisting asshole he is, just starts to grin and reveals that the weight gain of Taehyung's has to do with how the coach has conditioned him. He tells Taehyung in very great and horrendous detail all the things his client has done during 'pig-out' times throughout their weekly sessions for over a month now. The more Seokjin speaks, the more horror is written all over Taehyungs face. He looks sickenly ashen and feels like throwing up. Gasping for air as he begins to panic when Seokjin is finished. Taehyung hates how nonchalantly his life-coach sits there in his chair, both hands crossed into each other while resting his chin on them on the table. Tahyung feels the anger rise and begins to yell at his life-coach that he will call the authorities and get the man arrested. That his actions surely must be illegal! That it's his body and not the coache's to do whatever he wants with it.

A few tears begin to prick at Taehyung's eyes as he keeps asking and sobbing 'WHY' and 'HOW' as well as 'TURN ME BACK'. When the second wave of anger takes him, Seokjin interrupts.

"So far I have only turned your inner pig on during our sessions and then turned it back off. Since you've been so rude and ungreatful to me I think it would be fun to see what, little pig-you will do if it has full control for more than just our little hourly session, don't you think?" Taehyung is terrified, frantically shaking his head and trying to grab his mouse to end the online session. However, before he can manage, the coach says one simple word.

"Pig-Out"

Weeks later, Taehyung truly takes in the room for the first time. He is on the phone. Why is he on the phone? And who is he talking to? His chest feels tight and something heavy is laying on top of him which makes it hard to move. Skin coated in sweat, Taehyung feels fresh horror run through his body. On the other end of the line is his ex-life-coach.

"Welcome back Taehyung. How has your little vacation been inside of your own head? Your pig has done quite a good job while it took over for you. Have a look."

His eyes wander to the large mirror that's set up in front of his double bed. Since when did he have a double bed? What he sees makes him tremble in fear. In front of him lays a man, so absolutely massive that this has to be a dream. Taehyung is massive. He can barely recognize himself. Before he lost all of his memories during that last session he must have gained over 400 pounds. The weight that's pressing him to the bed is his own fat, lard of a blob body. He doesn't know if he can even get up anymore. What in the world has Seokjin done to him?

"Please. Please stop this." Taehyung sobs.

"Oh, but we've just started, honey~"

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Ehm, so... yeah. I told you my juices are back! I keep having good plot ideas and actually am writing them down. WooooW. My masterlist is gonna get so much longer lmaooo.

[radium225]

[bulletproofscales]

this is bit of a different request so I’m absolutely okay if you don’t do it but I would love to see a story focused on belly noises. something about them to me are the best part whether they’re hunger growls or digestion - especially if they’re bigger. I literally don’t mind what member it is if you would be be okay writing something like that

i saw this request and its one of the most original things ive gotten in my ask box!!! i was so excited to give this a go, hope i did well!! >_< <3

pomodoro snacking

tags: taegi , nsfw , university au , fat kim taehyung , perv min yoongi , public space , blow jobs , inidgestion , belly noises 6.9k words (nice.)

AO3 LINK

Yoongi is definitely re-considering all his life choices right now.

Mindlessly choosing a degree in Sociology.

Falling in love with it.

Trying a job in corporate anyway.

Having it suck all the life out of his soul.

Going back to his thesis tutor for a job.

Getting back into academics as a TA and as a Master student.

And having all the stress of deadlines, without any of the stability and money from a corporation.

Now, Yoongi walks into the Sejong Library at 10pm. Backpack heavy with two cans of RedBull, all the academic papers and books he could find on the bastardization of the Korean language (or any language), his laptop, and an industrial amount of candy.

He is hoping the caffeine and sugar will ease the heavy feeling in his heart. The one that always comes when he is riddled with stress.

Yoongi has to show advances in his investigation, or else.

He takes a seat from the ample display of empty tables. Very few people are willing to spend their Friday night stuck in here.

Monday… that's how long he has to bring any progress. If he wants to even begin to be considered as an investigation assistant to his professors.

Trying to be as quiet as possible, he sets everything down. An impressive yet dreadful display.

Cracking his neck one last time, he sits down and gets to work.

It's easy at first, Yoongi does love studying. Especially for something that isn’t tied to any of his classes but something he is looking forward to learning about.

But time slips by quickly, and with each passing hour, his sleep deprived brain becomes sloppier and slower.

He struggles more to connect dots between the authors he is researching.

His scribbles become progressively more incomprehensible as his hand becomes cramped and sore.

And his eyes glide through long, intellectual words, lazily; one word at a time. The amount of times he has to restart a sentence, sometimes even a paragraph (sometimes even a PAGE), to comprehend what he just finished reading.

Yoongi knows he is falling asleep. No matter how hard he pinches at his thigh, his eyelids are heavy with exhaustion. Even if his mind races with caffeine and stress, it can’t make up for the other 8 hours of the day Yoongi spent studying before coming here.

His body is quitting on him. He needs to snap out of it.

The clock strikes midnight, and out of the corner of his eye, Yoongi catches the librarian leaving. Her shift must be finally over.

That's when he… hears more than sees, her replacement walk in.

The old wooden floor creaks and squeaks. Yoongi only offers a quick glance at the person responsible for the noise.

Before needing a much more obvious double take.

This librarian waddles towards the desk. Hips swaying from side to side with each step. Belly sloshing in similar motion, as it drags across his lap.

He walks belly-first, jutting forward and bouncing with each slow step. Slow probably, not only because of all the weight he is dragging across the library… But because his range of vision is mostly likely obstructed by the shere mass of his gut.

It pushes forward, but to the sides as well; in the form of buttery love handles and girthy rolls that his shirt struggles to cover. Poor fabric sinking into the folds and threatening to ride up the circumference of the mystery man’s torso.

The groaning of the wooden planks is accompanied by the sound of the fabric of his pants rubbing in his inner thighs at the leisured drag of his walking. But also harmonizing with the loud mouth-breathing that leaves his lips.

He breaks through the library’s eerie silence without uttering a single word.

Yoongi is just close enough to the desk to get an earful of the chair’s complaints as the new librarian takes a seat. A loud squeak as the poor back support bends under the immense weight.

He can’t see over the librarian’s desk, but Yoongi still finds himself surprised that he even fits at all.

That definitely woke him up.

For all the wrong reasons.

How shameful is it to admit that only now, with most of the mystery man’s torso covered by the desk, does Yoongi notice his gorgeous features?

A round face, where, in the tan expanse of skin, both masculine and feminine collide into something beautiful.

The librarian looks up, and their eyes meet for a split second. Before Yoongi quickly looks back down to his notes.

Fuck.

He didn’t give himself the time to catch the librarian’s reaction. But Yoongi knows for sure…

He’s been caught.

His cheeks burn in embarrassment.

Yoongi has definitely never seen him in the library before.

But, then again, Yoongi has never been desperate enough to come on a Friday night.

Right. Yoongi is desperate.

Yoongi needs to concentrate.

He folds back into his desk, with his signature bad posture, burying himself into his studies. Or trying to…

It seems the mystery man’s breath, or lack thereof, wasn’t just due to the walking. The loud mouth breathing, especially caudiable in the dead quiet library, continues on. Heavy sighs, and borderline panting coming from the desk just a few meters away from Yoongi.

He is so winded… And he soon discovers why.

A loud gurgle resonates through the empty room. Followed by a higher pitched whine…

Not one that comes from the librarian’s mouth… but from his gut.

Yoongi doesn’t need to turn to know. But his eyebrows still rise at the noise, his note-scribbling pauses.

And he doesn’t even get to resume. As he lifts the pen, the loud sound of gas making its way up the librarian’s throat, that the librarian is just quick enough to cover with his hand before burping into it.

But the library is quiet enough for it to be very clear.

Or Yoongi is just acutely aware of this new librarian’s noisy existence.

Yoongi glances as subtly as possible, to see the man behind the crime. Though he only sees him shifting uncomfortably in his seat. Chair groaning in complaint.

Sure, Yoongi might not have caught him burping. But he severely doubts it was anyone else.

He forces himself back into his paper, doing his best effort of ignoring the sounds of the librarian settling into his chair, much to the chair's dismay.

But the symphony had just begun. As this would only be the first of the stranger’s gut noises. Loud enough to make his gut vibrate where it sat on his lap.

The more it went on, the more the librarian seemed to struggle to stay put. Holding back a noise of complaint, or having it stutter his breath.

And everytime, it would hinder Yoongi’s research.

And his sanity.

A mix of frustration and warmth building up in his body. It tugged at Yoongi0’s head to turn and look. Get a better sight of the state the librarian was in.

It gained strength with each grumble and squeak that emanated from the librarian’s belly.

Maybe Yoongi was able to control his head from snapping in the stranger’s direction, but he could not stop his mind from wandering…

Antil & Sharma (2017) first pondered what SMS and the unrestricted connection to english speaking netizens and media was doing to India’s youth of their language-

A loud growl would resonate from the stranger’s belly. And Yoongi would spot from the bottom of the librarian’s desk, how his legs spread further apart to make room for his belly to sag further between his legs.

He is clearly having indigestion….

Anyway… Language intermixing dates back far before the internet or the state of globalization the world is in right now. Delaney (2015) studied the assimilation of the irish-argentine community through language and literature throughout the last half of the XIX century up to the 1920s-

A higher pitched whine shakes his stomach. Yoongi notices the way the librarian’s hand reaches under the desk to possibly reach the sides of his discontent belly.

He probably stuffed himself… Though he looks like most of his meals must look like stuffings to everyone else….

But he pushed his limits this time, huh?

Yoongi’s teeth sink into his bottom lip.

Where was he?

Uh…

His eyes stray back to where they aren’t supposed to.

Yoongi’s will growing feeble as he loses his grip.

And luck must be on his side. Yoongi’s eyes catch the moment the librarian shifts a bit on his seat, face scrunched up uncomfortably before it melts into the closest its look to bliss; shoulders slumped in relaxation.

Yoongi’s eyes dart downwards. A sliver of tan naked belly spread along the librarian’s lap. Wobbling as he finishes tucking in the waistband of his pants under his gut.

It looks soft to the touch, but it doesn't pool out, pillowy like the rest of him. It holds its shape, hardened and round despite the padding that surrounds every inch of him.

His breath stops as he catches the perfect view of said belly jiggling gently as another growl erupts from inside it.

And then… a noise Yoongi could never have predicted…

Someone clears his throat.

No, not ‘someone’… Him.

Yoongi’s eyes snap up. And there he is…

The librarian staring right back at him.

The movements he executed right then and there, are the fastest Yoongi has ever moved in his life. Standing up abruptly, eyes glued to his own desk as his hands scramble to grab everything and shove it in his bag.

It's only 12:24, but he doesn’t care. He is out the door, without daring to look back at the librarian and his reaction.

With a sour taste in his tongue, from the disappointing amount of work he got down.

And… a tight feeling in his pants

He knows why.

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Exhaustion got the best of him. Not even that amount of academic frustration (and sexual frustration) could hold him up.

Which is just another way of saying, he got absolutely no work done when he got back to his apartment.

Now it's Saturday and he has even less time to progress on his research.

And he tries to avoid the library, and all thoughts regarding it and the fat librarian that works the weekend night shift.

But, in the rush of escaping his awkward encounter last night, Yoongi forgot his notes on that Delaney paper.

He tried to go without it… Until eventually going without consulting his previous notes was downright counterproductive.

Yoongi will be smart about it. He arrives at 9pm, much earlier than yesterday’s mystery librarian’s shift. It's almost a relief when he walks up to the desk and someone else is sitting behind him.

He asks for his notes but… someone must have cleaned them up when he left. A bummer, but not the end of the world.

With maybe exaggerated determination, he walks right into a desk that's settled deep in between the shelves. Isolated from the rest of the world.

And especially, far away from the librarian. Who may or may not work Saturday nights too.

Maybe Yoongi is safe.

No, he is safe. Even if he did come around at midnight…. He didn’t look like the type to walk around.

And, as he sits down and gets to work, Yoongi truly does believe it.

Each hour that passes by, a deeper sense of security takes over him. The more he becomes lost in his work, the easier it becomes for ideas to flow out, for authors to interconnect to one another.

Lofi music pouring from his headphones, drowning out the world around him.

Maybe that's why he is taken quite by surprise when he feels the old wooden plates shift under him. Feeling the back legs of his chair shift backwards.

What?

Something actually brushes the backrest of his chair.

Yoongi tugs his headphones off and turns around before he can properly think it through.

And right then and there, he is greeted with the wide expanse of the librarian’s ass staring right back at Yoongi. As he shifts from one foot to the other, reaching to arrange the books he carried with him.

Right behind Yoongi.

Almost cramped between the desk and the bookshelf, the mystery librarian, who slowly accommodates books onto the shelf.

He doesn’t get a chance to quickly turn back, and spare himself from the aftermath of the humiliation he was subjected to yesterday.

Because the librarian’s eyes are meeting his.

“Sorry.” The stranger says quietly. Voice uncharacteristically deep for such beautiful features. “Did I bump into you?”

It takes Yoongi a second to respond, a little starstruck. Both by the man’s closeness, his looks, his voice; and also by processing just how unlucky he is.

“Oh… It's okay.” He fights the lump in his throat. “I’ll just scoot u–uhm…Scoot over.” Yoongi says eloquently.

Quite frankly, distracted by the way his double chin folds into his neck as he looks at Yoongi from over his shoulder.

He clears his throat and tries to press himself and his chair as close to the desk as possible.

It's not much. But at least the librarian’s belly doesn’t have to press against the bookshelf; the way Yoongi imagines it must be.

“Thank you, Yoongi.” A gentle smile grows on the stranger's face.

His heart completely halts.

“How do you know my name?” All subtlety leaves his body.

There is no way he has met him before.

Yoongi would remember him.

The librarian turns to the card with books and pulls a handful of papers.

More specifically, yesterday’s notes on Delaney (2015).

His notes.

“You left these yesterday.” He explains, but Yoongi only feels more unsettled.

“Those don’t have my name.”

The librarian is unfazed. “Yea, but they talk about Delaney. I just looked up in our records if anyone burrowed their paper. And you had.”

Somehow, the explanation soothes Yoongi even less.

“Should I be scared?” He asks with a little humor in his voice.

“Tsk. I take lost research very seriously. And you should too.” The stranger doesn’t seem to take offense to Yoongi’s (half) joke.

Instead smiling and crossing his arms over his chest, it squishes his moobs and creates a sort of cleavage through his knit sweater. Yongi can even notice the way it rises and falls with Taehyung’s heavy breathing.

Well, it's a pretty long walk from the front desk to where Yoongi had secluded himself.

That's probably why he is leaning back against the bookshelf behind him.

Yoongi does his best attempt to hide his concern for the faculty furniture.

His eyes snap back up. “I guess you're right,” And to avoid any opportunity for the librarian to notice his staring, he takes his notes. “Thank you.”

The stranger beams at Yoongi’s gratefulness, boxy smile rounding out his cheeks. “You’re welcome. You looked like you were in a hurry, so I’m happy to be able to help.”

Yoongi isn’t entirely sure whether the stranger means hurried in his research, or hurried in his fleeing from the library.

And he doesn’t ask.

“I was.” He says instead. “And what’s the name of the hero who saved me from re-reading that paper again?”

“Taehyung.” He smiles.

“Well, thank you, Taehyung.” He makes a point of keeping it casual.

But Yoongi is also… a bit too awkward to figure out what to say next.

Not with Taeyhyung standing so close to him. Yoongi is pretty sure his belly is brushing against Yoongi’s backpack.

If Taehyung leant any closer, his overhang would sit on the back rest of his chair.

“Don’t mention it.”

Fuck, he is staring, isn’t he?

When Yoongi looks up, Taeyhyung is already looking at him.

“Though… I should leave.” A smile grows in the librarian’s lips. “I wouldn’t want to distract you…”

“Oh…” He has no idea just how distracting he is.

How much of Yoongi’s physique has gotten lost in the wide expanse of Taehyung’s body.

Or maybe, he does.

And this is just his way of torturing Yoongi.

He soon realizes he hasn’t said any actual words yet.

“You don’t have to…” Yoongi adds, in spite of his investigation and deadline.

Taehyung binks, seemingly surprised by Yoongi’s answer too.

And, since he doesn’t dare to share his judgemental (albeit arousing) thoughts about the librarian’s physical state. So, he just gestures towards the chair in front of him. Hoping Taehyung won’t take offense to his suggestion.

He isn’t telling Taehyung to sit down because he is out of breath. Yoongi is suggesting it because he enjoys looking at Taehyung being out of breath, more than he should.

But, luckily, Taehyung perks up. “You don’t mind?” He asks, but is already waddling around the desk towards the chair.

As he lifted his weight from where he was leaning on the bookshelf, Yoongi swears he heard it tilt back into position.

“My back is killing me.” The librarian ads, before unceremoniously plopping down in the chair in front of Yoongi.

Its creak is quite possibly the loudest thing in the room.

Yoongi can only offer a half mile. Before quickly forcing himself down un his studies. Trying to read, despite Taehyung's heavy breathing.

He had expected said breathing to calm down the longer Taehyung spent sat in front of him. But Yoongi was wrong.

It seems the deep huffs and puffs of air are Taehyung’s constant state.

It 's okay, though. He can get past it… Yoongi tells himself.

In spite of the way his eyes glaze over the words in the paper he is reading, without being able to pick up any words from the text.

Fuck… He hasn’t been reading the past 3 paragraphs.

As if to make matters immediately worse, Taehyung shifts in his chair uncomfortably.

Yoongi isn’t looking, but he hears the poor wooden chair creak in complaint.

And he assumes its uncomfortable from the loud groan that comes from Taehyung’s stomach. Seemingly upset from all the jostling.

His eyes glance up before he can stop himself. Catching the librarian’s hand slipping under the desk, presumably rubbing his belly.

And, just like Yoongi had caught him, he was caught right back. Their eyes meeting each other.

“Sorry.” Taehyung apologizes with a smile.

Before Yoongi can be normal about it, his tongue works ahead of him.

“Had a big dinner?”

Surprise shows in the librarian’s face. But not in distaste.

“Yeah…” A shy chuckle slips Taehyung’s lips. “I can’t eat on the job, so I kind of overdo it on the weekends before my shift.”

Then this doesn’t sound like the job for him.

Luckily Yoongi is lucid enough to hold himself from saying that,

“I see…” He says instead quite dumbly.

Not much better.

It's Taehyung’s time to surprise him. “You probably heard these yesterday too, right?”

Yoongi does his best to hide it, but he knows he must look like a deer caught in the headlights.

But saying ‘no’ would just be blatant lying, wouldn’t it?

They both know Yoongi was staring yesterday.

“Yeah…I didn’t mean to be rude.”

Its a symbolic weight off his shoulders to admit that openly to Taehyung.

“I didn’t think you were rude…” He purses his lips. As he leans a little closer to the desk, his stomach whines in complaint before it sinks against the edge of the table.”

Taehyung’s smile is unwavering on his face as he whispers.

“I thought you were obvious.”

What?!

His expression contorts in complete horror. Mouth begins to open and close.

“I–I’m sorry like… like I said I didn’t- I wasn’t trying to– I didn’t mean-”

A genuine chuckle leaves Taehyung’s lips “Stop apologizing.” His tone is gentle.

Yongi shuts his mouth. Feeling his face burn and his mind completely blank in terror.

“I don’t mind you staring…” Taehyung continues with a shyer shrug.

“You don’t?” He can’t hold himself and his shock.

It seems to entertain the librarian even more.

“Its really cute. Seeing you try to concentrate.” He whispers, looking down at Yoongi’s scattered notes.

“And failing.” Taehyung smiles back up again.

A small chuckle leaves his lips. “Yeah…. Yeah it’s been tough.” It feels liberating to admit. “I have a deadline on Monday and I don’t know if I’m even gonna make it.”

“Oh, no wonder you’re here so late.” The librarian muses, expression shocked. “I should really leave you alone then.”

Yoongi widens, a protest clinging to his lips, as he stares at Taehyung, puts both hands on the desk and slowly lifts himself up. Overhang sitting on top of his desk.

“What are you doing Monday night, though?” He can’t help his bluntness.

But it's rewarded with a bright boxy smile.

“I happen to be free.” He says innocently. “Why?”

“We could… have a study date?” A giddy smile takes over his face. “In one of the private rooms?”

Taehyung seems surprised by this proposal, seemingly more innocent than their conversation allowed for. But his smile remains wide.

“You don’t even know my major.” He laughs softly.

“Do I have to?”

“Guess.” Taehyung’s smile is daring. Yoongi finds himself smiling back.

“A Philosophy major, with an interest in Kafkian existentialism and deontology.” He says with playful confidence.

Taehyung has to cover his mouth to hold his cackle.

“Not. Even. Close.” Enjoyment pours from his voice, telling Yoongi he is wrong.

He can roll his eyes, but he doesn’t look annoyed in the slightest. “Enlighten me.”

“Mechanical engineering.”

“Damn…” He can’t help but say. And Taehyung looks quite pleased with Yoongi’s reaction.

Just when he thought this librarian couldn’t get any hotter.

“So… Is that a yes?” Yoongi continues raising his eyebrows.

“In a private room.” Taehyung states, as if to make sure the meaning behind his words is clear.

“Yes…” The room is filled with tension. “So nobody can hear your indigestion.” Yoongi adds jokingly, making Taehyung giggle.

He is getting used to the sound of it.

“Deal. Meet you Monday at 8, I’ll book a private room.” The librarian turns to leave, almost hesitant.

“See you then.” Yoongi gets it, he doesn’t want Taehyung to leave either.

But he does. And Yoongi feels a newfound need to reach his deadline as quickly as possible.

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Mr. Kang is quite impressed with Yoongi on Monday. But he can hardly bask in the academic validation. Too excited about his study date later today.

He didn’t even get Taehyung’s number. Or surname. Yongi has no idea how he’ll manage to meet him.

Or how to find that room they wanted to reserve.

But one thing is for sure, Yoongi knows what he will do once they’re there.

It's hard though, Yoongi has never been a rule-breaker. And even if he has never seen any “no fucking in the library” signs, he guesses it must be somewhere in the university’s rule book.

He tries to be casual, walking around the private rooms and glancing inside each one. Yoongi is skittish, looking around behind him after every step.

No sight of Taehyung.

Beelining his way to the last hallway lined with private studyrooms. Most of them are empty, a few students chatter quietly inside. Barely audible even in the quiet ambiance of the library.

They must be soundproof.

Nice.

It's only once he makes his way to the end of the hallway, that he catches a glimpse of the librarian.

Their eyes meet through the little glass at the door, and Yoongi already feels himself begin to smile.

“How did your feedback go?” Taehyung asks, leaning back smugly into the chair.

Maybe a little too smugly for the way the chair creaks in complaint under him.

“Really well. I still have a lot of work to do… But I’m not in a perpetual state of stress.” He says quietly, closing the door behind him.

Taehyung is able to laugh heartily without worrying about distracting his fellow students. “I’m glad.” He smiles warmly. “You’ll be able to study with a bit more ease then.”

Yoongi’s expression shifts into something more mischievous. “Right. Studying.” He deadpans.

“You did invite me to a study date.” The librarian objects. But his smile grows playful too.

“Right, of course.” He chuckles, setting his backpack down and sitting next to Taehyung. “That’s why you picked the last room in the hallway, right?” Yoongi raises an eyebrow. “So that we can focus on our studying?”

A blush makes its way up the librarian’s face. But his smile stays unwavering. “Exactly. What have you got there?” He nods towards Yoongi’s backpack.

“Just some snacks… for our studying.” He opens the bag and pulls out a few of the snacks he brought on his way there. And sets them on the table.

“We aren’t allowed to eat here.” Taehyung objects quickly.

“No one will find out.” Yoongi dares.

“You just want to get me into trouble.” The librarian leans closer, matching his energy.

“You don’t have to eat it if you don’t want to.” He shrugs simply. Saying the quiet part out loud.

He doesn’t think Taehyung can hold himself.

“Perfect.” Taehyung beams sarcastically. “Cause if I’m gonna get into trouble tonight for anything, I don’t want it to be eating.”

“Why can’t it be both?” Yoongi’s voice becomes softer, noticing just how much closer he has leaned towards the librarian.

Taehyung shakes his head. “Can’t believe I hinted at the idea of fucking here. And you seem more excited about the food.” He muses with an endeared smile.

“I’m too full. But… you’re really into it huh?”

“Yeah…” Yoongi confesses earnestly. “I’m into you, though. So whatever you wanna do…”

He knows he is being a bit too open. But he can’t bring himself to care. Not now that his attraction is already known.

Taehyung welcomes it, though. “Fuck. Don’t say that.” He chuckles lowly. “We won't even get to pretend to study.”

“We don’t have to.” Yoongi whispers, heart skipping a beat.

They stare at each other in a brief moment of silence. Noticing just how ridiculously close they’ve leaned towards each other.

Before closing the gap, leaping closer. Their lips pressing together messily.

Yoongi leaps out of his chair. Crowding Taehyung’s space as he hunches over; both hands settle on the armrests. He feels Taehyung’s fingers intertwine behind Yoongi’s neck, locking him in place.

Not that he would wanna go anywhere.

His knee sits on the librarian’s lap, leaning more of his weight onto Taehyung.

A weak attempt to squeeze himself on Taehyung’s lap. Or whatever is left of it.

Yoongi’s knee sinks gently onto the front of the librarian’s stomach. Pillowy and with no resistance. Except for Taehyung’s low whine , that gets lost vibrating against Yoongi’s lips.

“C–careful…” He whispers, leaving barely enough space for their ips not to graze each other’s as they speak.

Yoongi widens for a moment, worried. Before his eyes follow his knee, lightly sunken against the right side of Taehyung’s gut.

He gently presses it further in.

“A-ah…” Taehyung whimpers.

And, oh, how good does his deep voice sound when it's breaking apart.

His stomach responds back too. Grumbling and vibrating underneath the thick layer of fat.

“I know you said you were full… But I didn’t think you stuffed yourself.” He grits through his teeth.

“I w–wasn’t planning on b-breaking library rules.” Taehyung purses his lips, and Yoongi’s face breaks into a smile.

“Bullshit.” He whispers. Before his knuckles caress along Taehyung’s softened jaw. Tilting his face upwards towards him.

Yoongi catches himself admiring the librarian, the way his long eyelashes cast a shadow on his face,eyes wide and eager up at him.

Fuck.

He can’t help but lean back in, taking Taehyung’s lips.

And if his knee has to sink a little further against his stomach to angle his face to deepen the kiss. Then so be it.

Taehyung’s whining in his lips is only a bonus.

That and the choir that emerges from the librarian’s stomach.

Taehyung’s hands slid down from where they tangled in the hairs of the back of Yoongi’s head. To instead grip at the collar of his shirt.

“You–You act all cocky now.” Taehyung whispers. “But you were getting hot and bothered by me just sitting there a few days ago.” A little smile takes over his face, even through his panting.

“You were not just ‘standing there’” Yoongi breathes out a chuckle.

“Wasn’t I?” Taehyung asks entertained, his grip strong on Yoongi’s collar; toying with it.

The pressure of it tightens the collar of his shirt around the back of his neck. Making Yoongi all the more aware of how breathless he is himself.

And Taehyung’s words fill Yoongi’s head all the more with images of his first time meeting the librarian.

He definitely was just standing there.

And Yoongi is just that much of a goner.

He sighs, for lack of a proper comeback. Instead choosing to invade Taehyung’s personal space. “Just kiss me.” Yoongi even dares to pout, earning a chuckle out of the librarian.

“You’re pathetic.” Taehyung’s voice sounds endeared, even if Yoongi’s insides feel ready to melt.

That same heat only heightens when their lips meet again.

Greedier and hungrier. Both men seem eager to control the other.

Yoongi is not ready to concede.

His hand leaves the chair’s armrest, to settle directly on top of Taehyung’s stomach. Leaning some of his weight onto his poor bloat.

Not that Yoongi can feel the bloat under all these layers of fat.

But Taehyung can. His whimper against Yoongi’s lips is very evident.

“You’re the pathetic one.” He smirks, enjoying the librarian's beautifully gone expression.

Eyebrows pinched upwards, eyes fluttered close and his lips panting agape.

“Stuffing yourself to avoid going without eating for a few hours. Making a spectacle of yourself.” He smiles, thumb rubbing gently where his hand sinks.

“I might have been the only one obvious enough. But I can assure you…” Yoongi takes a moment to sink his hand in a little harsher.

“Everyone notices it.”

If Taehyung wanted to respond, he wasn’t able to. Mouth opening and closing but only mumbled pleas slip out.

“A–ah… I–I would make noise e–even if I didn’t e–eat…” His low voice raises a few octaves. Becoming broken and airy.

“And you wanted to do it before seeing me too…” Yoongi shakes his head in feign disbelief. The hand on the librarian’s belly becoming gentlest as it caresses the shelf of Taheyung’s gut.

“O-of course I did.” He manages to breathe out. Without the added pressure of Yoongi’s palm, he is even able to smile. “Cause I know it drives you crazy.”

A smile takes over his face too. “You drive me crazy.” Yoongi corrects him, but his heart isn’t in it.

Letting his eyes ogle Taehyung’s body, lust evident on his face.

“You keep saying that… But are you gonna do anything about it?” Taehyung’s voice is innocent, but his hand takes a hold of Yoongi’s.

He begins to guide it downwards. Following the slope of his gut. So far down, it forces Yoongi’s knee off the librarian’s lap. Yoongi lets it fall, instead interested in what Taehyung is suggesting.

“And what would that be-oh..” Words die in his mouth as his hand finally reaches its destination.

Taehyung, the librarian, is hung.

And hard.

A blush must be taking over his face, from the way Yoongi feels it burn. His mouth suddenly dry and at a loss of words.

“Anything you wanna do.” Taehyung finally answers, looking entertained by Yoongi’s state. The librarian’s eyes glancing up and down his body. Yoongi follows, stealing a quick look.

He himself is carrying a semi.

Yoongi smiles playfully. “Are you actually giving me control? Or are you just too full to do anything yourself?” He begins to lean down, kneeling in between Taehyung's spread legs. Hands on his thighs.

“Defenetly too full.” The librarian says shamelessly. Lazily shifting on the poor chair, spreading himself wider in spite of the chair’s complaints.

“So you’ll let yourself be at my mercy because of it…” Yoongi concludes, face to face with the very bottom roll of Taehyung’s gut.

It spills over his lap, and between his legs; sagging towards the chair.

“Quite pathetic.” He adds, looking up. Noticing Taehyung’s cheeks dusted pink.

He must be enjoying the view.

Whatever he is able to see over his stomach.

Yoongi sensually sets his cheek on Taehyung’s thigh.

Hands caressing the stretched waistband of the librarian’s stomach, hands buried under Taehyung’s overhang. He gently tugs at it.

And the librarian’s stomach bounces in response, slapping against his lap.

Much to Taehyung and his stomach’s dismay. Both him and his stomach whine in complaint.

“I will do something about it then.” Yoongi smiles innocently at Taehyung, who seems to become more breathless the more his body gets toyed with.

Yoongi will make sure he only becomes shorter of breath from now on.

His hands help, by sliding down the inside of Tahyueng’s thighs. Brushing against Taehyung’s bulge teasingly.

Since he can’t see under his belly, Yoongi’s fingers have to feel their way around.

Stripped of a witty response, Taehyung moans shakily. Frail almost. Only able to nod quickly.

With one last quick chance for their eyes to meet, Yoongi smiles flirtily, and lowers himself towards the librarian’s crotch.

Now that he is done with his work for the week, Yoongi has his own personal investigation.

Somewhat of a passion project.

How many noises, both vocal and internal, can he get out of Taehyung?

He gently spreads Taehyung’s thighs further apart, just to make room for his face to sink in.

The gentle pressure of the librarian’s underbelly sits at the top of Yoongi’s head. Instead of its usual spot sat between Taehyung’s legs.

As he sinks down, the tip of Yoongi’s nose presses against a pillowy fupa right under the librarian’s belly.

The cramped space is noticeable in many ways. Firstly, Taehyung inhales sharply in anticipation, his thighs tensing up; and showing the slightest bit of resistance as they close up around Yoongi.

Then, there is a noticeable lack of air under Taehyung’s gut. Similar to covering yourself under a weighted blanket.

Well, it that weighted blackened had a particularly musky smell, that comes from Taehyung’s crotch. And clouds Yoongi’s senses entirely.

And, most noticeably, his belly’s rumbling vibrates against Yoongi’s head. Engulfing him in all directions.

Yoongi’s investigation might be easier than he had previously thought.

Heat pulls at his stomach with want. He lets his lips begin to mouth at the visible bulge. Hot open breathing and kissing the already damp and enclosed space of Taehyung’s groin.

“A-ah- W-wait!” Taehyung mewls. His entire body twitching as a reaction.

Yoongi can feel the librarian try to reach for his head, from the way the pressure of his gut against Yoongi’s head increases.

But it doesn’t seem to be an easy reach. The hands never get to tangle in his hair.

And that only encourages him to sink in deeper. Letting spit ruin Taehyung’s pants.

Not like anyone can see his crotch anyway, with this belly hanging over it all the time.

Only if they found themselves in Yoongi’s spot… Which, they’ll have to pry him off from.

“I–I need to strip, b–baby-” Even Taehyung¿s voice comes muffled from under his belly. But no amount of muffling can hide how shaken the librarian sounds.

“You’ll have to lift your hips…” Yoongi warns.

There’s a beat of silence. As Taehyung considers his options.

“I–I think I can…” It's not quite reassuring. “Do you think you can… take them off?”

Yoongi could never refuse that. “Yes.” He says determined, letting his fingers hook once again onto the waistband. “I’ll pull them down, hm?”

If Taehyung’s hands were still trying to reach Yoongi, they stop. Instead setting on the desk in front of him. Bracing himself to stand.

With a small grunt, Yoongi feels the weight on top of his head lessen,before he sees Taehyung lift up from the poor office chair.

He doesn’t waste another second, Yoongi tugs at the pants down the librarian’s girthy thighs. Making sure he is forceful enough so that they don’t cling to Taehyung’s fat pad.

Or, more importantly, his bulge.

His pants and underwear pool by his ankles just in time for Taehyung to plop back down onto his chair.

Giving Yoongi front row sits to the sight of the librarian’s body ripping with the impact. Feeling first hand on his nape the weight of all of Taehyung’s gut slapping against him. His dick bobbing hard against his fupa, stiffened in the sea of pillowy fat.

The harshness of Taheyung’s movement might have been a relief for the librarian, but his stomach makes sure to reprimand him

He barely gives Taehyung any time to sit back down, before he reaches for his dick, now without any restrictions.

The musk and dampness is even greater. Yoongi finds himself moaning just from the smell alone. Making room for himself as he adjusted Taehyung’s stomach on top of him.

The upset sounds of Taehyung’s gut accompany Yoongi’s own low rumble. Sticking his tongue out to lick a fat stripe from the base of the librarian’s shaft, up towards his tip.

And then, Taehyung's own moans join the choir too.

“F–fuck, Yoongi…” He breathes out. Feeling his tongue flick against the slit.

Taehyung’s voice becomes a breathy sigh. And Yoongi feels the weight shift on top of him, before a big hand finally tangles into his hair.

Yoongi barely separates from the tip of Taehyung’s dick to say. “Thought you couldn’t reach.” He whispers, warm breath hitting directly against his cock.

His teasing earns him a rough pull at his hair. “W-well you thought wrong.” Taehyung’s voice sounds delighted even through his panting.

Maybe it has something to do with the way Taehyung’s hand tugs Yoongi back onto his dick. But he is happy to comply.

Relaxing his jaw, he manages to take most of Taehyung in. Relishing under the weight above his head and under his tongue. Using the librarian’s moans as encouragement to give more and more of himself for his pleasure.

The further he reaches in, the more his forehead presses against Taehyung’s belly. And, as if poking a bear, the more Taehyung’s gut vibrates and growls angrily above him because of it.

His breathing is compromised, nose burying against the scratchy pubes of Taehyung’s fupa.

But he can’t bring himself to care, the dizzying sensation only more arousing. Yoongi begins to bob his head vigorously. Ravenous almost.

“T-thats–Thats it fuck-” Taehyung’s encouragement ony motivates him further. “I–I’m so fucking full, Yoongi, you hear that?”

Oh, Yoongi does more than just hear it.

His reward comes in the form of irritated rumbles, growls, and whines that emanate from all around him. Shaking with the rest of Taehyung's body.

Angered by the aggressive jiggling Yoongi's movement produces. Rattling Taehyung’s belly, it bounces against Yoongi’s head.

But he sucks the librarian back onto his chair, hands pressed to his hips and keeping him in place.

The symphony coming from his belly is outshined by the noises coming from Taehyung’s lips, moaning brokenly, voice hitching in rhythm to his body’s wobbles.

Sentences become incoherent, his attempts to praise Yoongi are lost to pleasure. Although Yoongi isn’t sure if he’d be able to answer anything back, foggy with lack of air and arousal.

And then, not even Taehyung’s moans of pleasure become interrupted by a burp.

It startles Yoongi’s rhythm and Taehyung must notice, mumbling a weak: “S-sorry.”

He takes a break, a string of spit and precum connecting his lips to the tip of Taehyung’s dick. “F-fuck don’t apologize.”

Yoongi’s own voice is hard to recognize, hoarse and thick with precum. Hands already groping at Taehyung’s hands, bracing himself to sink back in.

Hungrier than ever, urging more sounds out of Taehyung.

It's addictive to hear the way the librarian tries to want him. Failing as hiccups and burps coax their way out of his open lips.

So addictive, in fact, Yoongi’s hand leaves where he was supporting himself on Taehyung’s thigh and reaches straight for the center of his gut. Groping it mercilessly, making the librarian's stomach churn under Yoongi’s grip.

And Taehyung’s attempts to warn him get completely lost to lust and pain.

Yoongi takes his orgasm. Feeling himself make a mess on the library floor, as cum drips down his chin.

Even through his own hazy state, he hears the way a burp resonates through the librarian’s otherwise sweet mewling.

He might have caught a piece of heaven at that moment. Pulling out slowly as he catches his breath too.

Once he is far enough from Tehyung’s groin, out of the crevice under his gut, their eyes meet.

Yoongi knows he must look like a mess, he feels his own hair wet and moist with both their sweat, his cheeks burn and his brain feels like it's getting its first few breaths of fresh air.

“Why are you… Looking at me like that?” Taehyung asks.

And he doesn’t even know where to begin to answer that question.

The librarian looks completely disheveled. Cheeks pink and shiny with a layer of sweat coating his face; making his fringe stick a little bit to his forehead. Plump lips agape as he pants slowly; chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. His eyes glossy and drunk.

Yoongi can’t think of a single reason to not look at Taehyung.

“Research.” He jokes instead, smiling lazily.

Taehyung smiles back, biting his lower lip. “Another one of your researches, huh?”

“Very important.” Yoongi nods.

“I got an investigation of my own too, you know?” Taehyung’s eyes scan Yoongi up and down.

“Think you can help me with that?” He raises an eyebrow.

Yoongi smiles, feeling his thighs press together in anticipation.

“Anything for science.”

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POWERPLAY - CH 4: PETS & BETS

Barely able to walk, Jungkook has to face the reality that without Jimin he can’t do much anymore. And Jimin? Well he makes perfectly clear what a big, fat and useless hog Jungkook’s turned into. Jimin could get Jungkook to agree to anything if he was an asshole, which he wasn’t. Or was he?

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Sooo, we kind of finished another chapter already? Eh- enjoy? lmao

My partner in crime for this delicious fic is once again the wonderful @chubbymoongoddess! Go follow her right now or else! >:c

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i know that you are closed for requests but i was hoping maybe sometime in the future you could write another scene where one of the boys- j/m maybe- gets fatter while they are being fucked? you were just so good at it i love your writing

im alive!!! this little one shot took me forever, T-T life has been so hectic i havent been able to have my routine. im really working to build my writing rhythm again. hope you enjoy!!

feeding on instincts... and cake

tags: yoonmin , hybrids , omegaverse , breeding season , pig hybrid jimin , omega jimin , snake hyrbid yoongi , alpha yoongi, rapid weight gain , hormones , sub-space , food play

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Yoongi bites his lip. He can’t believe they’re trying this. 

He can’t believe Jimin agreed to it. 

After 2 years as a couple, Jimin will let Yoongi spend this breeding season with him. 

And let Yoongi see what that entails. 

Jimin was never proud of being a pig hybrid. 

Most people couldn’t even tell if it weren’t for the pink floppy ears and the little curled tail. 

But it wasn’t casual, Jimin dedicated so much of his life to suppressing as much of his instincts as he could. 

Yoongi quite frankly didn’t know how the pig hybrid did it, and still managed to be the absolute source of joy he is in his life. 

If Yoongi doesn’t let himself have at least a bit of his snake-habits during the day, he becomes the worst version of himself. 

If he doesn’t rest under his heat lamp in the winter, or block away all the sun during the summer, he will feel his skin crawl until he does. 

Snakes don’t have the best reputation either, but Yoongi’s never minded his species. 

He likes being a snake hybrid. 

And Jimin certainly never judged him for it.

Yet he was never able to extend that same empathy for himself. 

It definitely felt like a victory when Jimin shyly suggested it. 

As breeding season was approaching, they were spending their last days together before completely isolating each other for the next two weeks. 

Yoongi was packing up when Jimin first uttered the words. 

“Y–you know…” His voice was uncharacteristically small. “If you wanted… You can stay.” 

If he wanted? 

He can’t show his true excitement, he wouldn't want to scare Jimin away. 

Still, a small smile grows on his face. 

“I’d love that.” Yoongi whispers, heart seizing up at his boyfriend’s shy smile. 

He sets his duffel bag back on the floor as he walks towards Jimin; whose smile only grows. “Don’t toy with me, though…” He warns, his own smile growing on his lips. 

Jimin blinks. “W-what do you mean?” 

He relishes on the way he towers over Jimin now, as the pig hybrid lays on the couch. The way Yoongi’s frame casts a shadow over his boyfriend. 

“I just wanna know you’re sure about this…” 

“Because once it starts, I don’t trust myself to leave.” Yoongi confesses, biting his lower lip. 

A week before mating season is definitely not the best time to have this conversation, he feels his hormones affecting his reasoning. 

Of course he would leave if Jimin asked… 

Or at least he likes to think so. 

Jimin doesn’t seem to be put off by his warning, a timid smile grows in his face. “I’m sure… I think… I think I’m ready to let you see me like that.” 

He can’t think of a single way Yoongi wouldn’t love to see him. 

But instead he nods. 

“I’m ready too.” His hand combs through Jimin’s hair, letting his thumb graze over the soft pig ear. 

Yoongi tries hard not to make a big deal out of it, he really doesn’t want to scare Jimin off. So the rest of their day goes normally, they finish watching a movie, Yoongi makes some dinner for them, and he falls asleep in Jimin’s arms; relieved he even gets to be here at all. 

The first shift comes in the middle of the night… Where his arms hug around nothing and his head is resting on a pillow instead of Jimin’s chest. 

With slow blinks, Yoongi looks around, the bathroom light is off…

Where’s Jimin?

He gets up quietly, rubbing his eyes as his feet drag across the hallway. Where noises make themselves apparent, hushed and muffled, plastic rustling…

“Baby?” Yoongi's voice doesn’t sound like his own, raspy and low from sleep. 

As his eyes blink open, in the dark of the hallway, his eyes struggle to adjust; resorting to his python’s thermal vision. 

The light of the fridge is a blinding yellow under his snake’s eyesight; barely catching the silhouette swallowed by the dazzling light. He winces and blinks repeatedly as his eyesight goes back to normal.

There, by Jimin’s kitchen entrance, he sees it.

Him.

Jimin kneels in front of the fridge, in reverence almost. 

Though what he is doing looks furthest to holy. 

Ravenously, his boyfriend gnaws away at the insides of the fridge. Little curled tail wagging in excitement. He brings handfuls of food with a desperation Yoongi has only seen in horror movies. 

Jimin’s heavy breathing comes through his nose, his mouth stretched far too tight to emit any noise other than the messy, and famelic chewing. 

A lump forms at his throat as he takes quiet steps toward his boyfriend.

He realizes then…That there must have been a reason for Jimin to hide his pre-breeding instincts for so long. 

Not that Yoongi considers it a good reason. 

He gently places his hand on Jimin’s shoulder. Making the pig hybrid jerk awake. Jimin looks over his shoulder, petrified. 

“Y–yoongi- I–I…” His speaking comes not only whispered into the dark and quiet apartment, but breathless from the food. 

It's such an odd sight, to see Jimin so… vulnerable. 

Yoongi quickly puts a warm smile on his face. Putting his hand, that had retracted, back on Jimin’s shoulder. 

“Hey, baby.” He whispers back, not wanting to break the moment of overwhelming intimacy. “Mind if I join?” 

A frown takes over Jimin’s face, eyes subtly glancing towards the mess of opened tupperware and packaging and back at Yoongi. 

The snake hybrid can pretty much see the gears turning in his boyfriend’s head. 

“S–sure…” 

Yoongi will take it, his smile widens as he sits cross legged next to Jimin; who seems to shrink into himself. 

He gets a proper look at the masacre then, Jimin had definitely stocked the fridge in preparation, judging by the wrappers of pretty much anything he can think of. 

From this angle, Yoongi is able to see the curve of the bloat. 

Unfamiliar in Jimin’s lithe torso, taut and round. 

His eyes catch the way Jimin fists at his pjs, as if in restraint. 

Yoongi is coming face to face with the realization he doesn’t know much about pig instincts at all. 

Unsurely, he asks. “Would you like me to feed you, Min-ah?” 

His head snaps towards Yoongi, eyes wide like plates. 

For a moment, the snake hybrid wonders if Jimin is there at all, or if he has been overrun by instincts already. 

To be fair, he feels a little on the edge just from this already. 

Seeing his boyfriend in such an… unfamiliar and carnal position.  

“Y-you would do that?” Jimin’s voice sounds small, yet thick with food he hasn't been able to wash down. 

Yoongi smiles. “Of course I would.” 

He eyes the mess, there's no telling what food Jimn was munching on before getting caught, everything looks equally annihilated. 

But he reaches towards the pizza box, still a few slices left. “I wanna be there for you.” 

Yoongi can feel his boyfriend’s eyes focus on his hands, gently picking up the pizza slice as he brings it up. 

Jimin may have hidden this part of himself all this time, but Yoongi can still read him pretty well. 

“Come on.” He whispers. “Open up.” The snake hybrid instructs gently, as the slice reaches slowly to Jimin’s lips; whose hesitation begins to melt away. 

Only the first few bites are gentle, then, it becomes apparent that Jimin needs to quicken the pace. Taking bigger and more clumsy bites out of Yoongi’s hand. The pig hybrid stretches his lips to fit in as much as possible. 

From this close, Yoongi can see his boyfriend’s cheeks tinted an intense pink. 

He feels his own endeared smile grow on his face, as he begins to push harder against Jimin’s lips too. Encouraging him to eat more. 

“That’s it…” The encouragement slips out tentatively, but Jimin only seems to preen at it. A chuckle slips from the snake hybrid’s lips. 

“You’re preparing for the breeding season, aren’t you?” He feels more comfortable asking when Jimin seems so preoccupied chewing through mouthfuls of dough.

As if he were less likely to make his boyfriend uncomfortable when in the midst of eating. 

Hoping the headspace he was clearly in helps them navigate this first time together, and all of Jimin’s insecurities, with a bit more ease. 

Jimin nods shyly. His plump lips now brushing Yoongi’s knuckles where he holds the pizza crust. The snake hybrid feels himself tense a little. 

There’s something so obscene about Jimin’s expression, eyes closed relaxedly, but ravenous all the same. Chewing through the last bits of pizza, practically eating off Yoongi’s hand. 

He finds himself reaching for another slice quickly, not willing to let Jimin go without a constant stream of food. 

And the pig hybrid is already waiting with an opened mouth, eyes opened.

Eager. 

Cute. 

Yoongi smiles. “Good. Cause you will need to be well fed if you’re gonna spend it with me.” His voice becomes more confident.

How couldn’t he be? When Jimin is giving him all this control. 

His hand reaches for Jimin’s cheek, cupping it with his thumb caressing it. His boyfriend hums in acknowledgement, without stopping the starved chewing. 

“You know I won’t go easy on you, Jimin.” He purrs lowly, scooting a little closer to the pig hybrid. As his hand caresses down his jaw and settles on Jimin’s neck. 

Yoongi is getting worked up, even if nothing specifically erotic is happening. 

The sight of Jimin so vulnerable. 

Only for him to see, and take care of.

And it's not a bad sight either. Yoongi’s hand continues to caress down his chest, feeling the hard muscle of his pectorals; before he reaches the curve of his bloat. 

He widened, it feels so much bigger than it looks.

Yoongi’s palm stretched over the curve from the waistband of Jimin’s boxers up to the edge of his ribs; curved by the swell of his bloat. 

A rush of heat tugs at his navel. 

“S–so… So you have to eat a lot, for me, okay?” The way his voice stutters catches him by surprise.

But the words that come out of Yoongi’s lips surprise him more, encouraging Jimin to eat. 

“For… For me.” His voice and breathing seem to match Jimin’s panting breath and shaky hums. 

It's in his boyfriend’s instincts to gorge this much, but for Yoongi to feel so hot and bothered about it… 

That’s completely on him. 

Jimin is nodding eagerly to everything Yoongi says, and it is not helping the snake hybrid’s heating body. 

A bit of his fingers slip into his boyfriend’s plump lips; sentencing Yoongi’s sanity. 

“F–for you…” Jimin whispers shakily, having gulped the last bits of the second slice. Yoongi’s eyes follow downwards from Jimin’s parted oily lips to his distended bloat. 

It already looks so tight, the outline of the pig hybrid’s belly button showing through, the hem already threatening to lift under the stretch of the bloat. 

“A–and…” Jimin speaks and makes Yoongi’s eyes snap up guiltily. 

The smile his boyfriend greets him with is playful and a little knowing. 

“And I… I can handle a lot more than what I eat normally.” He admits shyly, but a smile grows on his face. As if aware of the effect he has on the snake hybrid. 

“O-oh…” Is Yoongi’s elaborate response. Making Jimin’s smile widen. 

“Wanna feed me more?” He asks, playful. And Yoongi finds himself nodding just as eagerly, smile taking over his face too.

They empty the fridge. 

Well, Jimin does. Yoongi helps, unable to put a stop to it. 

How could he stop? When his boyfriend takes and takes and takes…

Even with his labored breathing, or the way he has to lean back on his hands to sit upright….

Or the concerning looking swell on his belly. Bloated and taut, sitting over the waistband of his boxers; reddened and expanding with every heavy wheeze for air. 

Blushed cheeks and puffy lips, similar to the sight when Yoongi kisses him. 

He looks like something out of his dreams. 

“T–that was everything.” Yoongi whispers, body close to his boyfriend’s; practically feeling the warmth that emanates from the pig hybrid. 

One of his hands settles on top of Jimin’s on the cold kitchen tiles, while the other timidly reaches to caress over the bloat. 

And his boyfriend rewards him, melting under Yoongi’s hand. Leaning his head against the snake hybrid’s shoulder and arching his back to get more of his belly rubbed.

“Feel that?” Yoongi feels himself becoming confident with Jimin’s preeing. The pig hybrid nods quickly, eyes closed shut in bliss. 

“You ate so well for me…” He nuzzles closer against the pink floppy ear on top of Jimin’s head. His hand begins to knead at the swollen bloat, only encouraged by Jimin’s soft whimper. 

Yoongi’s hand on the floor wraps around the pig hybrid’s waist, pulling him closer to his lap. 

Maybe it's Yoongi’s imagination, or the fact he witnessed his boyfriend empty the entire kitchen, but Jimin feels heavier on his lap. 

And if he feels dampness against his crotch, that must be just Jimin’s ass being  on the cold kitchen tiles. 

He smiles up at Jimin, whose lips are puffy from eating, eyes drowsy and sleepy. 

Has he even been conscious throughout this? 

Yoongi leans up to kiss his cheek, trying to ignore the heat spreading throughout his body. “Come on, let's get you to bed.” He holds both of Jimin’s hands as he stands up, bringing his boyfriend up to do the same. 

He drowsily follows Yoongi to bed, pretty much hearing Jimin’s snores as soon as his head hits the pillow. 

The snake hybrid wishes sleep came so easily to him. 

How could it? When breeding season has barely begun and he’s already seen a side of his boyfriend that he had been hiding all these years.

Jimin… is a glutton. 

And Yoongi… Yoongi isn’t quite sure he is having a normal reaction to that fact. 

He stays up a little later, phone close to his face as he looks up ‘pig breeding season needs’. 

Just… you know… so he doesn’t get caught by surprise anymore. 

Omega Pig Hybrid Breeding Needs

A safe nest An Omega’s heat can be a very vulnerable position to be in. So it's important they have a safe and secure environment for their defenses to lower properly and assure a satisfying and fulfilling heat. 

Yoongi knew that, obviously.

Adequate furniture Pigs are a heavy species, and with all the jostling that comes with breeding, it's important for pigs to have furniture able to sustain their weight. Avoid any mishaps with a sturdy bed.

Well this doesn’t apply to Jimin. 

Lots of food! It’s a pretty common fact, pigs are at their most fertile when heaviest. That’s why it's completely common for them to crave more food than typical. As their instincts try to get them to gain weight as quickly as possible.  Note that if the Omega isn’t at a weight that their instincts deem properly fertile, his body can go beyond human biology to get them there. This includes: * Eating beyond their normal capacity. * Obsessive resting.  * Sleep eating.  * Rapid weight gain. 

Needless to say, Yoongi can’t sleep much at all after that.

The next morning, Yoongi wakes up first, and follows the webs instructions by ordering groceries and preparing a hearty breakfast. 

Scared that if he asked Jimin if he needed a big breakfast his boyfriend would tell him otherwise. If Yoongi just prepared it for himself, Jimin might feel less guilty. 

“Morning…” The raspy voice emerges from the hallway as the puffy image of Jimin appears. Blond hair fluffed up and rubbed his eyes and…

Definitely… softer. 

It's hardly anything, just his boyfriend’s sharp angles rounded out, softened. 

Yoongi has his face pretty much memorized, he could easily tell the way Jimin’s cheeks filled out just a little rounder, and made his lips just a tiny bit poutier. 

Or the way his shirt clung just a little bit firmer to his otherwise slim hips. With a hint of a tummy pressing to the soft material. 

“Morning.” Yoongi smiles at him over his shoulders. Extending his arm for Jimin to sleepily drag himself into the snake hybrid’s embrace. 

And as he does… Yeah, definitely softer. 

Just a little bit of padding around his otherwise hardened lithe waist. 

“Smells good.” Jimin mumbles, finding refuge in Yoongi’s neck; even if the pig hybrid has to make himself smaller to fit in. 

“Yeah?” It's not the first time Yoongi cooks for them, although usually he had to do a few adjustments for the meal to fit Jimin’s standards. “I was craving a big breakfast.”

It's not necessarily a lie, but it's not necessarily a truth either. 

“I might just have some eggs…” Jimin mumbles. 

So they’re not going to acknowledge last night. 

Okay…

Maybe Jimin wasn’t even aware that last night happened. 

It's not Yoongi’s place to call him out. So he just leans to peck his boyfriend’s cheek. “Go get the coffee started, hm?” 

He finishes plating everything and setting the table as his boyfriend emerges with a black coffee for himself and a latte for his boyfriend. Watching him walk towards him, Yoongi really sees the extra pudge that clings to his boyfriend. 

The website’s description comes to mind. 

Followed by the image of Jimin last night,

Yoongi feels a shiver run down his back. 

“How did you sleep last night?” He asks instead, not that Yoongi is ever uncomfortable with silence. But he wants to quiet the thoughts, making his cheeks burn and his stomach tense. 

“Oh I slept like a baby.” Jimin smiles, serving scrambled eggs on his plate, just like he had told Yoongi he would. “You?” 

The snake hybrid does the same, but piles his plate with the bacon and pancakes too. 

“You woke me up at one point of the night.” He smiles shyly. 

Jimin agreed to let him in, to see him in this state. 

There shouldn’t be a point in lying, right?

“You got up and I followed you to the kitchen, don’t you remember?” And still, Yoongi is too much of a coward to specify what really happened. 

He doesn’t think he could do that without thinking about his own reaction to last night’s events. 

“Oh…” Jimin looks down at his plate. “Yeah, no.” He shrugs, but his shoulders are slumped and heavy, as if trying to make himself small. 

The question must be obvious in Yoongi’s face, since the pig hybrid continues. “I’m awake but… not truly there.” 

“Like a headspace?”  He tilts his head. 

“Yeah… It's like my…. pig… takes over.”  It’s very visible just how much Jimin struggles to get that sentence out of his system. Riddled with shame. 

Yoongi’s expression softens. “I liked getting to see that side of you.” 

The pig hybrid winces. 

“I mean it, Min-ah.” 

“I bet it was gross.” He mumbles. 

And Yoongi feels extra perverted for enjoying last night as much as he did. 

“It wasn’t gross at all, yah!” The snake hybrid chuckles, shaking his head, hand reaching out for Jimin’s. Managing to get his boyfriend’s full attention. 

“I’m really happy to be here for your heat.” He says quiet, but genuinely. “I love you.” 

Jimin’s pout stays intact. However, he responds. “I love you too.” 

That’s enough for Yoongi, whose smile widens and takes a bite of his breakfast. Enjoying the brief silence. 

Key word: brief.

“It's just so unfair!” Jimin whines. “Your breeding season is so lowkey.” He huffs through bites; finishing the last of hsi eggs and reaching to pile his plate with a lot more than just scrambled eggs.  

Bacon, a few pancakes and potatoes fill JImin’s plate, as if in spite of himself. 

A giggle bubbles form Yoongi’s chest. Cause it's true, being an alpha reptile means Yoongi’s breeding instincts are less intense than any mammal’s. 

“The one perk.” He rolls his eyes affectionately. Jimin’s expression becomes tender. 

“I know.” Unlike the pig hybrid, Yoongi has always been very open about his struggles as a snake. 

Jimin squeezes his hand. “I’m just being bratty.” 

The snake hybrid shakes his head. “You’re being vulnerable.” He corrects Jimin with a gentle tone. 

He doesn’t get a response. But he smiles at the sight of Jimin eating more than just eggs. 

The day goes by normally after that. Almost disturbingly so. 

It's probably just Yoongi’s nerves, anticipating another encounter to happen. Another sign of Jimin’s pig instincts to show through his boyfriend’s tightly closed walls. 

Maybe the problem is Yoongi is looking for signs as drastic as the ones from last night. 

A ravenous animal eating on the floor with his hands. 

Instead his boyfriend eats at a calm pace, on his plate, with his chopsticks, like a civilized person. 

That's what made the change so hard to notice. 

As the sun sets, they’ve cleaned the house, went grocery shopping (the fridge needed a full restock, go figure), and Jimin helped him hang a UVB and UVA in the pig hybrid’s room so Yoongi can have his daily dosage. 

And Jimin had shown no signs of the embarrassment he showed at breakfast.

Not that Yoongi had made any attempts to bring up Jimin’s pig in the slightest. 

He wonders if maybe he shouldn’t have been so complicit in Jimin’s neglect of his animal side for their entire relationship. 

The line of being lovingly concerned, and crossing a personal boundary is very blurry. 

Now it's dark, and Yoongi craves warmth, and Jimin is happy to give it to him. Always quite endeared with his boyfriend’s snake-isms. 

He clings to Jimin’s entire body as close as possible and under many covers, with the Tv glow illuminating their expressions. 

It's only then, that he feels it. 

A slow, steady, and continuous growth of Jimin’s waist around his arms. It takes everything in Yoongi not to jump out in shock. 

Instead he concentrates on the sensation, soft padding expanding under his arms; thickening Jimin’s waist. 

Yoongi wants to poke, touch, grope, but he wouldn’t want to get his boyfriend’s attention. 

His eyes close and he focuses on the rest of his body. 

Lowered to fit in the crook of Jimin’s neck, Yoongi’s chest presses against his belly. And there he feels it too, a gentle pressure growing against him. Distinctly soft as it doesn’t fight back against Yoongi’s body but seems to squish outwards. 

He would do anything to peep down and see what's actually happening to his boyfriend’s body. 

But he knows already, Yoongi feels his cheeks burn just thinking about it. 

“Let's order in, I’m too lazy to cook.” The snake hybrid says instead. 

Jimin usually excludes himself from Yoongi’s indulgences; opting to have some fruit for dinner or something simple. 

He certainly hasn’t eaten like a pig hybrid today. And yet…

“Good idea, I’m starving.” 

Yoongi chuckles surprised and lifts his head from where it was hidden in the crook of his boyfriend’s neck. “We were too productive today.” 

A pout forms in his lips. “You know, even if it's subtle, it's breeding season for me too!” 

“Pfft…” Jimin smiles amused. “You’re an alpha, shouldn’t your body be pushing you to build a nest for me or something?” 

“In medieval times, maybe.” He rests his cheek on the palm of his hand, smiling down at the pig hybrid. “Now you have a perfectly good bed.”  

Yoongi seems to remember something. “And I helped you build it when you moved out!” He shakes his head in playful disapproval. “How ungrateful…” 

A hearty giggle leaves Jimin’s lips, Yoongi feels them vibrate under him. He palms the snake hybrid's cheek condescendingly. 

“Wow… Thank you, alpha.”  Jimin’s voice, however, is sweet. 

Yoongi’s facade breaks, offering a genuine gummy smile back. 

It's unlike them to call each other “alpha” or “omega”. It causes warmth to spread along his chest. 

His dopey expression must show because Jimin snorts endeared. “You’re so easy.” 

“You only call me that when you want something.” Yoongi excuses himself with a shrug, though he feels his cheeks burn; extra sensitive to the attention with breeding season so close. 

Two can play that game. 

“What do you want, omega?” He eyes Jimin with a smug smile. 

It feels like a victory when Jimin needs a moment to compose himself, widened slightly and scoffing when he looks away. 

Needing a few moments to look back at Yoongi. 

“I want fried chicken.”

That feels even more like a victory. 

“Then I’ll be a good alpha and provide.” He sits up from where he was using Jimin as a personal heat pad. Giving him a proper view of his boyfriend. 

Yoongi has to hold his expression from widening. 

His boyfriend looks… visibly softer than he remembers him being this morning. 

Hell, softer than Yoongi remembers him being when they first laid down on the couch an hour ago. 

Cheeks plumper and rounder, they were always Jimin’s chubbiest part; stubbornly so even throughout all of the pIg hybrid’s diets.

But now they softened out the sharp angles of his face, tinted with a rosy blush. 

And looking down, even in the oversized t-shirt, Jimin’s outline showed his thick waist and a small but pillowy tummy that pushed upwards where he laid. 

A little curve that didn’t hold the tautness of the bloat Yoongi had seen last night. 

Pudgy… 

His waist hadn’t been the only thing that thickened, but Jimin’s entire frame had seemed to change. 

It was subtle, but his hips had seemed to grow; giving the pig hybrid’s body to look more pear shaped than Yoongi ever remembers it being. 

It dawns on Yoongi, just how severe the transformation Jimin is going through is gonna be. 

Excitement tugs at Yoongi’s stomach. 

“Uhm… babe?” Yoongi blinks at his boyfriend’s voice and looks up at Jimin, face burning. “Dinner?” 

Their eyes meet, and by the way Jimin’s lips pout and his eyes look away, he is embarrassed, 

Or, better said, Yoongi got caught staring. 

“On it.” He tries to smile casually, but quickly stumbles to get his phone out. Keeping his eyes glued to the screen in a silence that feels uncomfortable. 

But maybe it's just Yoongi’s nerves.

Wishful thinking. 

“You know… It's alright.” Jimin’s voice sounds small. “You can stare.” 

The snake hybrid looks at his boyfriend, guilty. “I’m sorry.” His hand reaches for Jimin’s smaller one. 

His chest feels tight, the last thing Yoongi would want is to make him feel even more self conscious than he already feels. 

“It's… it's okay.” The pig hybrid doesn’t sound that convinced. “I know it must be shocking.” 

“It's definitely a side of you I haven’t seen.” A shy smile grows on his face, trying to keep his eyes on Jimin’s face instead of diverting downwards. 

“But I like it.” Yoongi shrugs, as Jimin’s expression widens. “I like all sides of you.” 

He is definitely downplaying his enthusiasm a bit, but Yoongi wouldn't want to be weird about it. 

Jimin doesn’t answer, so Yoongi tugs him closer. “That includes the pig sides.” He speaks softly, and Yoongi swears he sees the edges of his boyfriend’s lips curl upwards. 

“It's so weird having you here to see me like this.” Jimin whispers as if confessing, with a timid chuckle attached to the end. 

The snake hybrid feels his smile widen, hand squeezing where his fingers are laced with Jimin.

“I feel lucky to be here, Jimin. You're my boyfriend, I hated knowing you had all those heats locked up here alone.” 

“You so want to provide for me, alpha.” His tone becomes teasing and his expression brightens. 

Yoongi’s heart sizes up at the sight. 

Jimin’s plumper cheeks only make him look impossibly more angelic. 

The only possible answer is to bring Jimin down to a kiss, humming into his boyfriend’s lips eagerly. He can feel the surprise in the pig hybrid’s lips before he melts into Yoongi’s kiss. 

It lasts a bit longer than he was expecting, but when they separate a wide confident smile spreads across Yoongi’s face. 

“I do. Chicken is on the way, omega.” 

This could be Yoongi’s ego talking, but when he sees Jimin eat heartily and without restrictions when dinner does arrive, he can’t help but feel it had something to do with their conversation. 

He tries hard not to stare. 

But their conversation bounces back and forth in his mind. 

Yoongi has never had strong alpha instincts. 

Yes, he had always been protective of his boyfriend. 

But that's what boyfriends do. 

Typical alpha urges such as courting and providing, had never been that present in his relationship with Jimin, or anyone for that matter. 

Yet now, he couldn't bear to look at the TV screen and not at Jimin, who was happily eating the food he had brought for him. 

Getting bigger from it. Fattening up before Yoongi’s very eyes. 

Maybe that's why he is staring so much, seeing if he catches sight of the shift. 

But alas… “You’re really gonna have to work on being more subtle, hyung.” Jimin says without looking back at Yoongi, eyes glued to the screen. 

And although his tone doesn't hold any annoyance, the snake hybrid winces. Lips beginning to open to excuse himself. 

“And if you apologize it's just gonna make me think you’re staring for the wrong reasons.” He doesn’t get a chance to speak as Jimin cuts him off. 

Yoongi’s lips are quickly sealed shut, as he rethinks his options. Turns out, Jimin might be able to read him pretty well too. 

“I’m not staring for the wrong reasons.” He says after a pause; trying to sound composed and convincing. But the knot in his throat is palpable. 

Being attracted to this side of Jimin… it's not wrong, is it? Even if his boyfriend hates this about himself. 

It's not very convincing. Yoongi is still unsure, but… it's better to expose himself than to let Jimin feel self conscious. 

“I… I really really like it. 

He can hear Jimin exhale. “Yeah yeah, you like all sides of me.” The pig hybrid begins to repeat with only mild annoyance. 

“Yah, it's not that.” Yoongi argues, reaching out with a hand on Jimin’s thigh. 

Getting his boyfriend’s full attention. And wanting to shrink away under it. 

“It's…” He tries to smile through it, somehow lighten the pressure he feels to treasure Jimin’s trust of letting him be here at all. 

“I think it's sexy.” The snake hybrid mutters eyes glancing down at the couch before meeting his boyfriend’s eyes again. 

Jimin stares back, with widened eyes. “Sexy.” He repeats, completely stunned. 

“Is–Is that bad?” Yoongi’s voice comes out small. 

Jimin takes his time before answering, the snake hybrid feels his own stomach tie itself in a hundred knots. His eyes busy themselves anywhere else but Jimin’s hardened thoughtful gaze.

That’s before he catches sight of his boyfriend’s waist slowly expanding against his shirt. Which doesn’t help Yoongi’s nerves at all. 

“No… No, it's not bad.” Jimin’s voice sounds small too. The snake hybrid relishes in the sudden shared vulnerability. 

Not that Yoongi is spared from his boyfriend setting down a boundary. Telling Yoongi to take it down a notch. 

“It's just…new.” And yet, a little smile on the pig hybrid’s face.

Yoongi finds himself nodding quickly. “It's… It’s…” he struggles to find the words but Jimin comes to the rescue. 

“You’re getting used to it too…” His boyfriend’s chuckling, albeit nervous, is like music to Yoongi’s ears. 

“I’m just embarrassing myself.” He smiles back, feeling the weight lift from his shoulders. 

“You are.” Jimin giggles. “But it makes me feel better about how embarrassed I am.” 

And that's something he hadn’t considered. How closing himself off when Jimin was being so open, for the first time in their relationship, could hurt them both. 

“Then…” Yoongi feels himself a little short of breath, just for the adrenaline of exposing himself. 

“I can’t stop thinking about the way you’re growing in real time.” 

Maybe they’ve never been that honest with each other. Because Yoongi’s bluntness makes laughter erupt from the pig hybrid’s chest. 

“I can’t even feel it anymore honestly.” His hands pat at his widening waist, looking down at himself. Before his eyes snap up at Yoongi. 

“Wanna feel?” 

The snake hybrid doesn’t trust himself to sound normal, so he just nods. Though his excitement must be palpable. If the endeared laughter that erupts from his boyfriend’s chest is anything to go by. 

His hands still feel big around Jimin’s waist, same as they always had. 

But it couldn’t be more different.

Instead of the hard sensation of Jimin’s obliques, there's a softness that grows  against the sprawled tips of Yoongi’s fingers. 

Pillowy but ever expanding, the snake hybrid is entranced seeing the way his middle fingers are perfectly slotted where a roll has begun to form right on Jimin’s waist. 

His boyfriend was never one for wearing oversized clothes. And he is paying the price now. As the outline of his thickening body becomes more and more apparent. 

Not just Jimin’s waist, but his belly expands forward. Curving over the waistband of his sweatpants. Belly Button showing through the continuously stretching fabric. Looking like a little pot belly at first before the fat sags under its own weight. 

Or, better said, Jimin seems to be gaining considerably more in his lower half. 

Yeah, Yoongi confirms it by letting his hand greedily slide from his waist down, to the center of his belly. Eyes following marveled as his touch molds to the curve. 

It's still too small to cup it,  but JImin’s belly button is beginning to sink into another fold. 

Yoongi feels his heartbeat begin to quicken as his hands shamelessly sink down the curve of his boyfriend’s inner thighs. Feeling the fat that's begun to collect on his legs. 

Although baggier than his shirts, Jimin’s sweatpants struggle to adapt to the fattening. The leg holes looking tight and the waistband tautens against the growth of the pig hybrid hips. 

Pouring out from it in the form of a plump muffin top. Growing fast enough that more rolls begin to stack along his sides. 

Yoongi wants to touch there too, so he does. He caresses up to grope gently the sides of Jimin's belly. And from there, it's easy to feel the pig hybrid’s breath hitching.  

Encouraged by it, he smiles, and lets his hands wander to what's consistently been the fattest part of Jimin’s body. 

His ass. 

Big hands overflow under his boyfriend’s pillowy ass. Widening at the same rate as the rest of his hips. It loses its firm muscle, and lets Yoongi sink his fingers into it.

His boyfriend looks so… fertile. 

“A-ah… Yoongi..” Jimin´s voice sounds shaky, making the snake hybrid snap back to the reality. Only then realizing the way he was kneading into his boyfriend’s glutes. 

Or even worse, the way he completely zoned out while feeling up Jimin’s body. He looks up at his boyfriend, widened at himself, at them both. 

Staring at each other with equally blushed cheeks and agitated breaths. 

Their lips meet ravenously. 

Jimin clings to him, like his life depends on it. 

And maybe right now, it does. 

It feels like Yoongi’s life depends on it too. His moans finding home down Jimin’s throat. 

But that's okay, he is sure to host his boyfriend’s mewls as well. 

Again, a feeling of familiarity takes over the snake hybrid. UNtil he feels the seams of Jimin’s sweatpants creak tight under his hands.  

Not familiar at all. 

Better. 

“S-sit up.” Yoong sighs against Jimin’s lips, hands greedily behindind to tug at the tightening waistband. 

His boyfriend nods, eyebrows beautifully scrunched up, lips parted painting helplessly. 

“You grow so fast.” Yoongi whispers in complete awe. Marveled at how forceful he has to be to tug down Jimin’s once muscular thighs. They’re not only tight, but jiggle with each pull of his hands at the stubborn waistbands. 

“It's–It's… It's never this bad.” 

The snake hybrid doesn’t miss the way Jimin’s underwear tents against his growing stomach. 

“What?” Yoongi whispers in shock. A wicked smile growing in his face. 

“Breeding season hasn’t even started, Jimin fuck-” He groans throwing his boyfriend’s pants somewhere in the livingroom to never be found. 

“My body–My body must be reacting to you, alpha.” The pig hybrid barely manages to mumble out, voice shaky with want. 

“It's insane.” Yoongi drags his nails along the soft short hair that lines Jimin’s thighs. 

Before tugging him for another hungry kiss. 

“You’re insane for keeping this from me.” He growls into his boyfriend’s lips. 

Jimin is greedy too, smiling maniacally down at the snake hybrid. Prying off Yoongi’s shirt, not bothering with his own. 

Why would he? It clings right under the pig hybrid’s chest like a crop top. Giving Yoongi full access to his growing stomach. 

“You like it.” It's not a question, Jimin states it dumbly but pleased. Confident and flirty. 

Yoongi can’t help but chuckle. He must look very obvious. 

“I do.” He says instead. “Wanna know something?” 

“What?” Jimin smiles giddy, like someone holding onto a secret. 

The snakey hybrid does feel like he is about to confess a crime.

“I might like it even more than regular Jimin.” 

He clearly caught his boyfriend off guard, blinking widely at Yoongi as if he were a ghost. 

His stomach drops. 

“You… You do?” Jimin’s voice doesn’t sound hurt, encouraging Yoongi to double down on his statement. 

“Yes. It's more… you.” He nods to himself, trying to keep his voice from wavering. But it trembles under the weight of his confession. “I don’t like that you have to hide part of who you are.” 

Yoongi’s worries don’t have long to spread. As a hand tightens on the snake hybrid’s hair, being pulled forward for another kiss. 

Just as hungry, but all the more emotional. Jimin’s plump lips swallow the snake’s surprised moans, as the pig hybrid’s hand goes directly to Yoongi’s bulge. 

The grip on both ends is tight and nearly painful. Making his head swim in pleasure. His own cock having been neglected until now; and reading for any of his boyfriend’s attention. 

“I’ll show you ‘me’” Jimin’s tone sounds threatening, but Yoongi can’t bring himself to be scared. Instead smiling hazy and kiss-drunk. 

“Y–You’ll have to grow… to become more you.” His smile is coy and flirty, Jimin mirrors it back at him. 

“Then you gotta feed me more.” The pig hybrid answers simply. 

Yoongi smiles, his boyfriend reads his mind. “Get up, omega.” 

Even if he says it fondly, the effect the pet name has on Jimin is very much visible. 

And a danger to the snake hyrbid’s ego. 

His boyfriend shudders and nods. Though the true show starts when Jimin’s shakry legs begin to stand. Showcasing the wet mess glistening in his inner thighs. 

Jimin seems to have stopped growing now. 

Which incites Yoongi to say. “There’s some cake we brought…” Even if he says it idly, his words are charged. 

“That was meant… meant to last the whole week.” Jimin eyes him widened at Yoongi’s suggestion. 

The snake hybrid can’t help but chuckle. “Did you really believe that, baby?” He asks, endeared. Jimin looks away scoffing, but Yoongi only feels more encouraged to tease. 

“I’m just saying, I thought it was gonna be another plate in your midnight stuffings.” 

“Yoongi!” Jimin whines with cheeks bright pink. The snake hybrid can’t take it too seriously though, his own body jittery with excitement just from the thought of said midnight stuffing. 

Maybe if he feed Jimin enough throughout the day, his boyfriend won’t need to sneak out in the middle of the night, 

“I’ll go get it. Go to the nest.” Yoongi instructs, and that seems to shut his boyfriend right up. Nodding as he walks past him. 

The snake hybrid wishes he had the willpower to make Jimin wait, aroused by the image of his boyfriend riled up in the nest. Making a mess while he waits for him. 

But, ironically, that very image is the one making Yoongi’s movements clumsy and hurried. 

Picking up the tall red velvet cake, covered in frosting. He remembers his surprise when Jimin walked up to him and the shopping cart holding it. Back then the pig hybrid explained “He might have some sweet cravings throughout the week.” 

Yoongi knew better than to question it. And he sure as hell is grateful for his boyfriend’s impulses now. 

He has to watch himself not to drop the cake in the hallway, once he catches sight of the little droplets of slick his boyfriend left on his way to his room. 

“Fuck…” The snake hybrid breathes out and hurries inside. 

No image in his head could have compared to the sight. Jimin is sat on the bed. Underwear left abandoned by the foot of the bed. But the pig hybrid’s belly has begun to cover most of his crotch. 

It already sits on his lap like an obscene display of the pig’s gluttony. 

His face is covered and his arms are up. Jimin grunts, struggling to squeeze himself out of the shirt he had grown into. It leaves his entire torso out on display, Yoongi feels his heart skip a beat. 

His boyfriend’s belly sits over his spread thighs. It's cut in two big trolls that begin and end at Jimin’s sunken belly button. There is no trace of his once slender lithe waist, buried under several centimeters of fat. It piles in folds by the sides of his torso. Pushing Jimin’s arms further away from each other. Squishy and jiggling with each of the pig hybrid’s struggles. 

Belly rising and falling from the exertion with deep, agitated breaths. Jimin’s once muscular chest sags in small mounds of fat, nipples puffy and nearly reaching the shelf of his belly. 

The growth is too much even for the pig hybrid’s own body, milky skin littered in pink stretch marks, living proof of not only JImin’s eating… 

But Yoongi's spoiling too. 

“Uhm… alpha?” Jimin’s voice snaps the snake hybrid out of his trance. “Help me?” 

Yoongi is very grateful his boyfriend can’t actually see the state the snake hybrid was in. Instead able to clear his throat and walk over. 

“Aigo… Of course.” He sets the cake down by the bedside table, before kneeling ignorant of the pig hybrid. 

“We should’ve taken this off a few kilos ago, huh?” His chuckle comes out flustered. Hands slipping in the tight hem of Jimin’s shirt, now caught right at the beginning of the pig hybrid’s chubbed up arms. It cuts right by his armpits, sinking into the fat that's begun to collect everywhere. 

Jimin only offers a whine as a response, making the snake hybrid chuckle as he stands on the mattress. 

Finally able to pull the shirt off with a grunt. Sending ripples down alongside Jimin’s body. He reveals his boyfriend’s reddened face, hair disheveled as he sighs in relief. 

“There you are…” Yoongi smiles down at him. 

“How long were you standing there?” 

“Don’t worry about it.” Yoongi responds through a gummy smile. As he kneels back in front of his boyfriend. 

“Tsk…” The pig hybrid looks away, to glance down Yoongi’s naked toros. Hands following down the snake hybrid’s waist to the elastic of his jeans. 

“Your poor omega was in need and, where were you?” His anger is watered down by the trail of Jimin’s chubby hand, undoing Yoongi’s pants and tugging them down along with the snake hyrbid’s boxers. 

Jimin only looks away from his body and back at Yoongi when his dick springs up against the snake hyrbid’s navel. 

“I was enjoying my poor omega’s struggles.” He smiles shamelessly. 

“I can see that.” Jimin deadpans, earning giggles from both of them. 

“Shut up.” Yoongi’s words have no bite to them either. 

But actions speak louder than words, he reaches for a handful of cake. 

“Or I’ll shut you up myself.” 

Jimin’s eyes glance from the handful of cake back to Yoongi’s face. 

“Do it,” The pig hybrid says through gritted teeth. “Fatten me if you like it so much.” 

And hell, if Yoongi wasn’t going to oblique. He nods quickly, his free hand reaching to tilt JImin’s face up, while the other one forces cake past Jimin’s open lips. 

The changes are immediate. As the edges of Jimin’s mouth stretch around Yoongi’s hand, tongue pressing to his palm and in between the snake hybrid’s fingers, the pig’s face begins to visibly soften. 

And the rest of his body catches up quickly. Jimin’s chest pushes forward at first, fat barely holding the pectoral’s shape before it finishes sagging downwards. Flabby and omega-like. 

Yoongi can feel his boyfriend’s stomach begin to push against his torso too, closing the gap between his bodies. 

Before he can think, the next handful of cake Yoongi grabs, avoids Jimin’s mouth. 

Instead, Yoongi spreads red velvet cake along his own neck. His boyfriend blinks at him, a little puzzled. 

“Go on. Eat it, omega.” He smiles cockily, feeling his boyfriend’s hunger directed at him. 

The pig hybrid wastes no time, gripping Yoongi’s shoulders and tugging him impossibly closer. Assaulting his neck with starved lips. 

A moan leaves his lips at the feeling of warmth from Jimin’s belly envelops his hard-on. His boyfriend sucks where he knows Yoongi’s sweet spots are, earning a string of incoherent “Yes.. Yes.. Good, Min-ah.” 

With his free hands, Yoongi is greedily caressing down. Feeling instead of seeing his boyfriend’s growth. 

His fingers sprawl out as every corner of JImin’s body curves forward, sags downwards, and folds into itself. 

The snake hybrid drags his hands down the protruding sag of Jimin’s stomach, groping it by the underbelly and feeling the way fat pushes out between his fingers. 

He must be too lost in arousal, overwhelmed in every direction. Because it's his boyfriend, the one who grabs the next handful and smears it across the snake hybrid’s chest. 

A groan leaves Yoongi’s lips, throwing his head back he shudders under the pressure of Jimin’s tongue flat against his nipple. 

Hands become impossibly greedier. They travel down Jimin’s expanding thighs, feeling how they take up more and more space on the bed. And how his boyfriend’s increasing weight creates a bigger and bigger dent on the bed. 

And, especially, how the puddle underneath them both grows more and more.

“Your… your body.” Yoongi finds himself short of breath, Eyes glued to his own hands, traveling further and further up Jimin’s chubby thighs. 

He can’t quite see it over the hang of his boyfriend’s belly. But Yoongi easily reaches for his boyfriend’s dick, following the trail of slick along Jimin’s taint. 

“Its begging for me.” The snake hybrid breathes out, letting the pads of his fingers circle around the rim of Jimin’s hole. 

All the air seems to leave his boyfriend’s lungs. Lips opened in a gasp but only a choked whimper was able to come out. The pig hybrid nods pathetically, as his hands grip desperately at Yoongi’s shoulders.

He is coming undone before Yoongi’s eyes. 

And he wants to see just how far he can push. 

“Growing so big for me… Making a mess in your nest,,,” The snake hybrid leans closer, relishing in JImin’s big helpless eyes. 

His boyfriend holds his breath as Yoongi teasingly taps against his hole. 

“So fertile for me.” Yoongi mumbles, lips brushing against Jimin’s. His words earning another gush of slick to pour from his boyfriend’s hole. 

And to prove his point, the snake hybrid slips two fingers in, easily. 

“Breeding season hasn’t even officially started yet and look at you, Min.” 

Jimin gasps quietly, his entire body shivers, thighs quivering and closing around the snake hybrid’s hand. As a desperate attempt to keep Yoongi close. 

“A’-alpha…” Jimin gasps

“What?” Yoongi smirks, enjoying the mess that his boyfriend has become. Expecting an  incomprehensible string of whimpers as Jimin’s response. 

Instead,the pig hybrid smiles playful, even if drunk with his own hormones. 

“I’m not growing right now ‘though.”  He giggles. The snake hybrid feels his own smile growing in delight.

“You should do something about it.” Jimin downright demands. 

And oh. If Yoongi was gonna let his omega talk to him that way. 

Yoongi will do something about it. 

He has to separate from Jimin the slightest bit. Only to roll him over, making the pig hybrid lay on his belly as Yoongi presses from behind. 

And oh, how much harder it is to manhandle his boyfriend at this weight. 

Just how much hotter it is to struggle. 

His grunt and Jimin’s surprised moan mix together. 

The pig hybrid’s back arched beautifully, presenting himself to his alpha. The rolls on his back only accentuated with Jimin's desperate attempt to press his ass against Yoongi. 

It lurs the snake hybrid in. His hands slowly drag across the curve of Jimin’s back, and doward until it reaches the mass of his boyfriend’s ass. Smirking before he gives it a firm grope. 

“A-ahng…” Jimin sighs brokenly. 

Focus Yoongi. 

“Not big enough.” The snake hybrid smiles, pressing his front in between Jimin’s cheeks. But not to fuck his omega, not yet at least. A whimper just leaves the pig hybrid’s lips. 

Despite his boyfriend’s needy moans, Yoongi doesn’t press in. Instead, he reaches for the cake, still barely eaten and on the bedside table. 

He drags it right in front of Jimin’s face. Yoongi is willing to bet his boyfriend is salivating, if the way the blond set of hair follows the movement of the desert.

Such a pig… Yoongi finds himself smiling. 

Wth his dick still nestled between Jimin’s cheeks, the snake hybrid grinds slowly. Cock rubbing between Jimin’s balls and sliding against the omega’s dick. 

Rocking the pig hybrid’s body forward towards the cake. 

And, even as he hears Jimin’s face gently sink into the buttercream, it's not enough. Yoongi’s hand tangles itself in his boyfriend’s hair at the back of his head. Before pushing it deeper into the cake. 

Jimin’s moan is muffled by spongy batter. Yoongi knows then, he did the right thing. 

But there's still something else to do. 

He pulls back just a bit to align himself. Before he can do it , though, Yoongi notices... 

The growth had begun immediately. 

With wide eyes, Yoongi can only gawk at Jimin’s body widening before him. Back arching under the weight of his own belly. He can see the way it begins to press against the mattress, thighs spreading further apart to accommodate the growing weight. Even if they themselves thicken up rapidly.  

The snake hybrid’s body acts on its own, overtaken by instinct, Yoongi slides into Jimin. Slow but without giving his boyfriend a moment to breathe. The continuous stretch knocks the air out of the pig hybrid’s luns at a leisurely pace. 

Even as his face sinks deeper into the red velvet, it's not enough to silence his animalistic groan. 

Jimin’s entire body twitches, shoulders contracting together as his hands grip at the bedsheets. Before all that tension melts away. 

Yoongi can feel the shift. Feel the way his boyfriend’s body invites him in. 

The snake hybrid’s hand tightens in Jimin’s hair, forcing his head into the cake.

“That’s it.” He speaks instinctively. Feeling, possibly for the first time, his breeding instincts take control of his actions. His words. 

“Not gonna breed you until you’re big enough.” Yoongi grits through his teeth. A mixture of his own desires and what he’s come to earn about his omega’s needs. 

“Until you’re fertile enough to take it.” 

As if responding to the snake hybrid’s commands, Jimin’s body reacts immediately. 

His ass begins to widen in every direction. The sound of fat slapping takes over both their cries of pleasure. Jimin’s belly sags downwards, his bottom roll starts dragging forward and back against the mattress with each thrust. 

All of the pig hybrid’s angles soften, padded with lard. 

Yoongi admires the way his boyfriend’s arms grow fatty. Bíceps pillowy with wings that flap just like the rest of him. Fat hangs from his elbows, too.

Visibly heavier they tremble as Jimin struggles to hold himself up to eat the cake. Fattening hands tightening their grip on the sheets at either side of his head. 

As his entire body expands, Jimin’s back rolls thicken and bounce in unison. The expansion of milky skin shimmering with sweat. 

“Don’t you dare stop.” Yoongi purrs breathless. 

Watching his boyfriend’s body is not enough, he leans closer, pressing his chest against Jimin’s back. 

Allowing each thrust to go deeper, and to get a proper feel of what he’s done to Jimin’s body. 

But, Yoongi’s body is the final bit of pressure the pig hybrid’s fattened arms can take. He faceplants into the cake. 

The snake hybrid would consider checking on him, if it weren’t for the way Jimin’s moans grow louder and his chewing, impossibly more frantic. 

Now, Yoongi can allow his hands to wrap around his boyfriend’s body. Palms scooping up handfuls of underbelly, feeling how it slaps against Jimin’s newfound fupa. 

The pig hybrid’s hard-on bounces uselessly, it drags against the mattress. And that's the only stimulation it gets,  accompanied by the runaway slick that pours down the base of Jimin’s dick. 

Yoongi finds himself moaning into his boyfriend’s neck. His hands caress upwards, feeling how the pig hybrid’s gut expands and ripples with each thrust. 

He doesn’t need to see, to know how much Jimin is growing. 

Hell, Yoongi can even feel how much harder it is to rock Jimin’s body forward and back. 

And with it, he can feel his own knot beginning to enlarge at the base of his dick. Slapping against Jimin’s entrance. 

If the snake hybrid was already feeling the unfamiliar effects of a breeding instinct, now he feels his sanity begin to slip. Replaced with the cravings of an animal. 

“Think you’re ready to take it.” He can hardly recognize his own voice through his painting. 

Yoongi’s hands travel upwards where they hold Jimin’s jiggling tits, groping them harshly. Fat overspilling from in between fingers. 

“Plump and ripe, aren’t you, pig?” The pet name slips out before the snake hybrid can consider stopping himself. Worried about his boyfriend’s relationship to his animal. 

But Jimin mewls delighted. For the first time, he seems too lost in pleasure to continue eating. Lips opened against the cake, and cheek squished against it. 

“Yes!! Yes I’m–I’m a good pig.” He whispers brokenly. 

“Yeah you are. .” Yoongi’s voice sounds hoarse. “All that effort trying to hide what a gluttonous pig you really are.” He smiles, confidently.

“I was an i–idiot.” Jimin shakes his head urgently. “F–feels so good to… to let go.” 

“Cause this what you were born to do.” His hands grope at his belly. “Fatten up to my liking… pinned to bed and taking it.”

“M–made for you…” Jimin echo’s dumbly. 

“Can you take it?” Yoongi’s fangs nip at the soft pink ear. 

“I–I do..I do, alpha I’m ready!” He cries out. “Need it.” 

“Need you.” Jimin sobs into the leftovers. 

How did they ever go this long without each other? 

Yoongi’s last bit of self control leaves him. Pushing his knot past Jimin’s rim. Locking himself inside. Short grinds being all the snake hybrid can do to milk his orgasm inside. 

He pants into the omega’s neck. He feels Jimin clench around him, their broken moans weak in the suddenly quiet room. 

There’s a brief moment of silence. 

“Lasagna.”

It takes a moment for Yoongi’s brain to come back to reality. His own voice slows when he asks. “What?” 

“When you’re done.” Even if Jimin’s voice is thick with cake batter, it's firm. “Bring it.”

A smile grows on his face. “Still hungry?” 

“Not big enough for the second load.” His boyfriend looks over his shoulder lazily, with a playful smile. 

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frisky february 6 - hidden identity (2seok)

im not sure if i did this one right, also its not february anymore. enjoy!

tags: police x criminal , roleplay , consensual non consent , body shaming , cop kim seokjin , fat kim seokjin , criminal hoseok , dry humping

1.2k words

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Every time Seokjin finds himself in this situation, he re-thinks all the choices in his life that lead him to this point. Feeling a tension at the pit of his belly the entire ride to the remote location.

He never thought of himself as a corrupt cop.

Yet here he is… At Seoul’s most wanted criminal’s house. 

And he is here for all the wrong reasons. 

Seokjin feels suddenly all too aware of his officer uniform, which not only exposes him to Hoseok’s men. 

But that also… has not been fitting right. 

Especially as his visits to Hoseok’s became more frequent. 

The buttons strain, showing his undershirt in between each button. And it threatens to ride up his love handles from the slightest movement. Usually Seokjin managed to keep it in place by tucking it under the increasingly tight waistband of his pants. But recently Seokjin has had to button them under his belly instead of straight across.

Since his belt with his badge and fun was becoming impossible to squeeze his belly into… 

Even after he poked bigger holes into it. 

With one last futile adjustment of Soekjin’s suffocating belt, he steps out of his car. Catching the eyes of the two guards standing by the main door.

God. His face burns, already feeling the judgement on their faces. Seokjin even wished they thought he was coming in for an arrest.

What he came here to do is not nearly as noble. 

“Mr. Jung is waiting for you, officer Kim.” Is all one of them says, opening the door for him. 

This is wrong, this is so wrong.

Regardless of the all too familiar voice in his head. Seokjin walks into the house, already knowing his way around, he takes the opportunity of walking the luxurious halls to get into character. And with a sigh, he opens the door to the office. 

“Officer Kim.” Hoseok’s voice resonates calmly in the deeply lit room. The criminal sits on his office chair menacingly watching Seokjin, waiting for him. 

“Jung Hoseok.” He whispers, excitement already melting away at all of his doubts about coming. With a seamless automatic movement, he reaches for the gun strapped to his belt. “Put your hands where I can see them.” 

Hoseok complies, surprisingly, but he does so with the same calmness with which he greeted the officer. Not the kind of fret one would expect for being caught at your own home. 

Seokjin smiles pleased, taking cautious steps towards the desk. “Your days of terrorizing Seoul are over.” He speaks stoically, rounding the desk and catching the way Hoseok¿s eyes follow the officer's movement out of the corner of his eyes. 

He hasn’t loaded the gun. But Hoseok doesn’t know that. Every time they meet, doubt hangs in the air…

When will one of them snap and finally betray the other?

It fills him with confidence, the power he holds over the situation. Seokjin even manages to press the gun against the side of Hoseok’s head. Cockily pressing and making the criminal budget. Relishing the small grunt that comes from the back of Hoseok’s throat. 

“You are coming with me.” He smirks, but is only able to enjoy the control for a moment, before Hoseok is swiftly slapping the gun off Seokjin’s hand. Gripping the collar of the officer’s shirt and pulling Seokjin face-first to slam against the desk. 

He grunts in pain, cheek pressed against the expensive wood, his belly sunken into the edge of the desk, and pants feeling uncomfortably tight as he is folded over. 

“I’m not sure about that, officer…” He can practically hear the smirk in Hoseok’s voice. And when he checks out of the corner of his eye, Seokjin is right. 

The criminal towers over him menacingly, his hand leaving the collar of his shirt to tangle tightly along the short hairs of Seokjin’s nape. 

Even if heat pulls at his stomach, he continues to struggle, like he imagines an honest officer would in this situation. But Hoseok’s arm doesn’t budge. 

“Oh, I think you’ve had one too many donuts to pull off this one, officer Kim…” His voice shows genuine amusement, but his hand harshly angles Seokjin’s head to properly look at the criminal; earning a grunt from Seokjin’s chest. 

Now, he can properly appreciate the way Hoseok bites his lower lip at the sight of him. 

“Look at you… What happened?” He presses his front slowly against Seokjin’s ass, his front sinking into the tightly packed padding of his asscheeks. 

“Fuck you…” Seokjin snarls even if the pressure makes him shiver. 

“You fucked yourself over.” Hoseok laughs. “What happened to that fierce officer?” His tone becomes mocking. “Mellowed out under all this lard?” 

“I didn’t mellow out!” Seokjin barks. Groaning against the scattered paper of Hoseok’s desk as the criminal grinds leisurely. 

“Then what’s all this?” Hoseok asks with feign gentleness. The hand that isn’t gripping his hair and  keeping him in place, caresses down the side of Seokjin’s stomach. Packed tight into the shirt, seams stretched too thin. 

The criminal’s slim fingers grope harshly onto Seokjin’s hip, and give it a strong jiggle. His entire stomach bounces as one. 

A twitch nudges against Seokjin’s ass, making his body tense in anticipation. Hoseok folds over him, pressing his lithe body to the ample expanse of the officer’s back. His breath brushes against the shell of Seokjin's ear. And he is sure Hoseok can feel the way his own panting stutters. 

“You barely fit into your uniform anymore, fatso.” The criminal’s hand continues to caress downwards, feeling up the stretched material of his belt right under his hips, reading the most prominent, squishy, muffin top. 

“Let me help with that.” A smile spreads against Seokjin’s skin. 

Hoseok finds the belt buckle, having to wrap his arm around the girth of the officer’s gut, and undoes the belt with one hand. 

“I don’t need your h–help-ah~” His resistance is cut short as he feels the release of his gut, pushing forward with more liberty. Sinking further into the edge of the desk and sagging lower against his crotch. 

“Don’t you?” Hoseok sing-songs his question. “You can’t even do your job right.” He chuckles, fingers delicately caressing further down, following the line of Seokjin’s zipper. 

“Someone is past their prime…” The officer gasps as the tips of Hoseok’s fingers brush his tent. 

“You’re only two years younger, idiot.” He huffs, snapping a bat out of character from the mocking. Hoseok, luckily, doesn’t take it seriously as he giggles melodically. 

“But I’m not the one outgrowing his clothes, am I?” His point is only accentuated by the way Hoseok pops the button of Seokjin’s pants undone, and his belly pushes the zipper down all by itself. 

“Fuck…” “I wonder if you can even reach down here…” The criminal muses, fingers beginning to slip underneath the stretched elastic waistband of Seokjin’s boxer briefs. 

“Y–yah! I’m-I’m fat, not obese!” Of course he can, his hand reaches for Hoseok’s wrist just to prove it. 

But… he is gaining weight so quickly…

How long does he have left until he actually does start to struggle?

Hoseok’s train of thought must be going in the same direction as his. “For now…” Is all he says. 

And Seokjin can’t think of a response, a moan slipping past his throat; as Hoseok grips on his dick. 

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i know that you are closed for requests but i was hoping maybe sometime in the future you could write another scene where one of the boys- j/m maybe- gets fatter while they are being fucked? you were just so good at it i love your writing

im alive!!! this little one shot took me forever, T-T life has been so hectic i havent been able to have my routine. im really working to build my writing rhythm again. hope you enjoy!!

feeding on instincts... and cake

tags: yoonmin , hybrids , omegaverse , breeding season , pig hybrid jimin , omega jimin , snake hyrbid yoongi , alpha yoongi, rapid weight gain , hormones , sub-space , food play

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Yoongi bites his lip. He can’t believe they’re trying this. 

He can’t believe Jimin agreed to it. 

After 2 years as a couple, Jimin will let Yoongi spend this breeding season with him. 

And let Yoongi see what that entails. 

Jimin was never proud of being a pig hybrid. 

Most people couldn’t even tell if it weren’t for the pink floppy ears and the little curled tail. 

But it wasn’t casual, Jimin dedicated so much of his life to suppressing as much of his instincts as he could. 

Yoongi quite frankly didn’t know how the pig hybrid did it, and still managed to be the absolute source of joy he is in his life. 

If Yoongi doesn’t let himself have at least a bit of his snake-habits during the day, he becomes the worst version of himself. 

If he doesn’t rest under his heat lamp in the winter, or block away all the sun during the summer, he will feel his skin crawl until he does. 

Snakes don’t have the best reputation either, but Yoongi’s never minded his species. 

He likes being a snake hybrid. 

And Jimin certainly never judged him for it.

Yet he was never able to extend that same empathy for himself. 

It definitely felt like a victory when Jimin shyly suggested it. 

As breeding season was approaching, they were spending their last days together before completely isolating each other for the next two weeks. 

Yoongi was packing up when Jimin first uttered the words. 

“Y–you know…” His voice was uncharacteristically small. “If you wanted… You can stay.” 

If he wanted? 

He can’t show his true excitement, he wouldn't want to scare Jimin away. 

Still, a small smile grows on his face. 

“I’d love that.” Yoongi whispers, heart seizing up at his boyfriend’s shy smile. 

He sets his duffel bag back on the floor as he walks towards Jimin; whose smile only grows. “Don’t toy with me, though…” He warns, his own smile growing on his lips. 

Jimin blinks. “W-what do you mean?” 

He relishes on the way he towers over Jimin now, as the pig hybrid lays on the couch. The way Yoongi’s frame casts a shadow over his boyfriend. 

“I just wanna know you’re sure about this…” 

“Because once it starts, I don’t trust myself to leave.” Yoongi confesses, biting his lower lip. 

A week before mating season is definitely not the best time to have this conversation, he feels his hormones affecting his reasoning. 

Of course he would leave if Jimin asked… 

Or at least he likes to think so. 

Jimin doesn’t seem to be put off by his warning, a timid smile grows in his face. “I’m sure… I think… I think I’m ready to let you see me like that.” 

He can’t think of a single way Yoongi wouldn’t love to see him. 

But instead he nods. 

“I’m ready too.” His hand combs through Jimin’s hair, letting his thumb graze over the soft pig ear. 

Yoongi tries hard not to make a big deal out of it, he really doesn’t want to scare Jimin off. So the rest of their day goes normally, they finish watching a movie, Yoongi makes some dinner for them, and he falls asleep in Jimin’s arms; relieved he even gets to be here at all. 

The first shift comes in the middle of the night… Where his arms hug around nothing and his head is resting on a pillow instead of Jimin’s chest. 

With slow blinks, Yoongi looks around, the bathroom light is off…

Where’s Jimin?

He gets up quietly, rubbing his eyes as his feet drag across the hallway. Where noises make themselves apparent, hushed and muffled, plastic rustling…

“Baby?” Yoongi's voice doesn’t sound like his own, raspy and low from sleep. 

As his eyes blink open, in the dark of the hallway, his eyes struggle to adjust; resorting to his python’s thermal vision. 

The light of the fridge is a blinding yellow under his snake’s eyesight; barely catching the silhouette swallowed by the dazzling light. He winces and blinks repeatedly as his eyesight goes back to normal.

There, by Jimin’s kitchen entrance, he sees it.

Him.

Jimin kneels in front of the fridge, in reverence almost. 

Though what he is doing looks furthest to holy. 

Ravenously, his boyfriend gnaws away at the insides of the fridge. Little curled tail wagging in excitement. He brings handfuls of food with a desperation Yoongi has only seen in horror movies. 

Jimin’s heavy breathing comes through his nose, his mouth stretched far too tight to emit any noise other than the messy, and famelic chewing. 

A lump forms at his throat as he takes quiet steps toward his boyfriend.

He realizes then…That there must have been a reason for Jimin to hide his pre-breeding instincts for so long. 

Not that Yoongi considers it a good reason. 

He gently places his hand on Jimin’s shoulder. Making the pig hybrid jerk awake. Jimin looks over his shoulder, petrified. 

“Y–yoongi- I–I…” His speaking comes not only whispered into the dark and quiet apartment, but breathless from the food. 

It's such an odd sight, to see Jimin so… vulnerable. 

Yoongi quickly puts a warm smile on his face. Putting his hand, that had retracted, back on Jimin’s shoulder. 

“Hey, baby.” He whispers back, not wanting to break the moment of overwhelming intimacy. “Mind if I join?” 

A frown takes over Jimin’s face, eyes subtly glancing towards the mess of opened tupperware and packaging and back at Yoongi. 

The snake hybrid can pretty much see the gears turning in his boyfriend’s head. 

“S–sure…” 

Yoongi will take it, his smile widens as he sits cross legged next to Jimin; who seems to shrink into himself. 

He gets a proper look at the masacre then, Jimin had definitely stocked the fridge in preparation, judging by the wrappers of pretty much anything he can think of. 

From this angle, Yoongi is able to see the curve of the bloat. 

Unfamiliar in Jimin’s lithe torso, taut and round. 

His eyes catch the way Jimin fists at his pjs, as if in restraint. 

Yoongi is coming face to face with the realization he doesn’t know much about pig instincts at all. 

Unsurely, he asks. “Would you like me to feed you, Min-ah?” 

His head snaps towards Yoongi, eyes wide like plates. 

For a moment, the snake hybrid wonders if Jimin is there at all, or if he has been overrun by instincts already. 

To be fair, he feels a little on the edge just from this already. 

Seeing his boyfriend in such an… unfamiliar and carnal position.  

“Y-you would do that?” Jimin’s voice sounds small, yet thick with food he hasn't been able to wash down. 

Yoongi smiles. “Of course I would.” 

He eyes the mess, there's no telling what food Jimn was munching on before getting caught, everything looks equally annihilated. 

But he reaches towards the pizza box, still a few slices left. “I wanna be there for you.” 

Yoongi can feel his boyfriend’s eyes focus on his hands, gently picking up the pizza slice as he brings it up. 

Jimin may have hidden this part of himself all this time, but Yoongi can still read him pretty well. 

“Come on.” He whispers. “Open up.” The snake hybrid instructs gently, as the slice reaches slowly to Jimin’s lips; whose hesitation begins to melt away. 

Only the first few bites are gentle, then, it becomes apparent that Jimin needs to quicken the pace. Taking bigger and more clumsy bites out of Yoongi’s hand. The pig hybrid stretches his lips to fit in as much as possible. 

From this close, Yoongi can see his boyfriend’s cheeks tinted an intense pink. 

He feels his own endeared smile grow on his face, as he begins to push harder against Jimin’s lips too. Encouraging him to eat more. 

“That’s it…” The encouragement slips out tentatively, but Jimin only seems to preen at it. A chuckle slips from the snake hybrid’s lips. 

“You’re preparing for the breeding season, aren’t you?” He feels more comfortable asking when Jimin seems so preoccupied chewing through mouthfuls of dough.

As if he were less likely to make his boyfriend uncomfortable when in the midst of eating. 

Hoping the headspace he was clearly in helps them navigate this first time together, and all of Jimin’s insecurities, with a bit more ease. 

Jimin nods shyly. His plump lips now brushing Yoongi’s knuckles where he holds the pizza crust. The snake hybrid feels himself tense a little. 

There’s something so obscene about Jimin’s expression, eyes closed relaxedly, but ravenous all the same. Chewing through the last bits of pizza, practically eating off Yoongi’s hand. 

He finds himself reaching for another slice quickly, not willing to let Jimin go without a constant stream of food. 

And the pig hybrid is already waiting with an opened mouth, eyes opened.

Eager. 

Cute. 

Yoongi smiles. “Good. Cause you will need to be well fed if you’re gonna spend it with me.” His voice becomes more confident.

How couldn’t he be? When Jimin is giving him all this control. 

His hand reaches for Jimin’s cheek, cupping it with his thumb caressing it. His boyfriend hums in acknowledgement, without stopping the starved chewing. 

“You know I won’t go easy on you, Jimin.” He purrs lowly, scooting a little closer to the pig hybrid. As his hand caresses down his jaw and settles on Jimin’s neck. 

Yoongi is getting worked up, even if nothing specifically erotic is happening. 

The sight of Jimin so vulnerable. 

Only for him to see, and take care of.

And it's not a bad sight either. Yoongi’s hand continues to caress down his chest, feeling the hard muscle of his pectorals; before he reaches the curve of his bloat. 

He widened, it feels so much bigger than it looks.

Yoongi’s palm stretched over the curve from the waistband of Jimin’s boxers up to the edge of his ribs; curved by the swell of his bloat. 

A rush of heat tugs at his navel. 

“S–so… So you have to eat a lot, for me, okay?” The way his voice stutters catches him by surprise.

But the words that come out of Yoongi’s lips surprise him more, encouraging Jimin to eat. 

“For… For me.” His voice and breathing seem to match Jimin’s panting breath and shaky hums. 

It's in his boyfriend’s instincts to gorge this much, but for Yoongi to feel so hot and bothered about it… 

That’s completely on him. 

Jimin is nodding eagerly to everything Yoongi says, and it is not helping the snake hybrid’s heating body. 

A bit of his fingers slip into his boyfriend’s plump lips; sentencing Yoongi’s sanity. 

“F–for you…” Jimin whispers shakily, having gulped the last bits of the second slice. Yoongi’s eyes follow downwards from Jimin’s parted oily lips to his distended bloat. 

It already looks so tight, the outline of the pig hybrid’s belly button showing through, the hem already threatening to lift under the stretch of the bloat. 

“A–and…” Jimin speaks and makes Yoongi’s eyes snap up guiltily. 

The smile his boyfriend greets him with is playful and a little knowing. 

“And I… I can handle a lot more than what I eat normally.” He admits shyly, but a smile grows on his face. As if aware of the effect he has on the snake hybrid. 

“O-oh…” Is Yoongi’s elaborate response. Making Jimin’s smile widen. 

“Wanna feed me more?” He asks, playful. And Yoongi finds himself nodding just as eagerly, smile taking over his face too.

They empty the fridge. 

Well, Jimin does. Yoongi helps, unable to put a stop to it. 

How could he stop? When his boyfriend takes and takes and takes…

Even with his labored breathing, or the way he has to lean back on his hands to sit upright….

Or the concerning looking swell on his belly. Bloated and taut, sitting over the waistband of his boxers; reddened and expanding with every heavy wheeze for air. 

Blushed cheeks and puffy lips, similar to the sight when Yoongi kisses him. 

He looks like something out of his dreams. 

“T–that was everything.” Yoongi whispers, body close to his boyfriend’s; practically feeling the warmth that emanates from the pig hybrid. 

One of his hands settles on top of Jimin’s on the cold kitchen tiles, while the other timidly reaches to caress over the bloat. 

And his boyfriend rewards him, melting under Yoongi’s hand. Leaning his head against the snake hybrid’s shoulder and arching his back to get more of his belly rubbed.

“Feel that?” Yoongi feels himself becoming confident with Jimin’s preeing. The pig hybrid nods quickly, eyes closed shut in bliss. 

“You ate so well for me…” He nuzzles closer against the pink floppy ear on top of Jimin’s head. His hand begins to knead at the swollen bloat, only encouraged by Jimin’s soft whimper. 

Yoongi’s hand on the floor wraps around the pig hybrid’s waist, pulling him closer to his lap. 

Maybe it's Yoongi’s imagination, or the fact he witnessed his boyfriend empty the entire kitchen, but Jimin feels heavier on his lap. 

And if he feels dampness against his crotch, that must be just Jimin’s ass being  on the cold kitchen tiles. 

He smiles up at Jimin, whose lips are puffy from eating, eyes drowsy and sleepy. 

Has he even been conscious throughout this? 

Yoongi leans up to kiss his cheek, trying to ignore the heat spreading throughout his body. “Come on, let's get you to bed.” He holds both of Jimin’s hands as he stands up, bringing his boyfriend up to do the same. 

He drowsily follows Yoongi to bed, pretty much hearing Jimin’s snores as soon as his head hits the pillow. 

The snake hybrid wishes sleep came so easily to him. 

How could it? When breeding season has barely begun and he’s already seen a side of his boyfriend that he had been hiding all these years.

Jimin… is a glutton. 

And Yoongi… Yoongi isn’t quite sure he is having a normal reaction to that fact. 

He stays up a little later, phone close to his face as he looks up ‘pig breeding season needs’. 

Just… you know… so he doesn’t get caught by surprise anymore. 

Omega Pig Hybrid Breeding Needs

A safe nest An Omega’s heat can be a very vulnerable position to be in. So it's important they have a safe and secure environment for their defenses to lower properly and assure a satisfying and fulfilling heat. 

Yoongi knew that, obviously.

Adequate furniture Pigs are a heavy species, and with all the jostling that comes with breeding, it's important for pigs to have furniture able to sustain their weight. Avoid any mishaps with a sturdy bed.

Well this doesn’t apply to Jimin. 

Lots of food! It’s a pretty common fact, pigs are at their most fertile when heaviest. That’s why it's completely common for them to crave more food than typical. As their instincts try to get them to gain weight as quickly as possible.  Note that if the Omega isn’t at a weight that their instincts deem properly fertile, his body can go beyond human biology to get them there. This includes: * Eating beyond their normal capacity. * Obsessive resting.  * Sleep eating.  * Rapid weight gain. 

Needless to say, Yoongi can’t sleep much at all after that.

The next morning, Yoongi wakes up first, and follows the webs instructions by ordering groceries and preparing a hearty breakfast. 

Scared that if he asked Jimin if he needed a big breakfast his boyfriend would tell him otherwise. If Yoongi just prepared it for himself, Jimin might feel less guilty. 

“Morning…” The raspy voice emerges from the hallway as the puffy image of Jimin appears. Blond hair fluffed up and rubbed his eyes and…

Definitely… softer. 

It's hardly anything, just his boyfriend’s sharp angles rounded out, softened. 

Yoongi has his face pretty much memorized, he could easily tell the way Jimin’s cheeks filled out just a little rounder, and made his lips just a tiny bit poutier. 

Or the way his shirt clung just a little bit firmer to his otherwise slim hips. With a hint of a tummy pressing to the soft material. 

“Morning.” Yoongi smiles at him over his shoulders. Extending his arm for Jimin to sleepily drag himself into the snake hybrid’s embrace. 

And as he does… Yeah, definitely softer. 

Just a little bit of padding around his otherwise hardened lithe waist. 

“Smells good.” Jimin mumbles, finding refuge in Yoongi’s neck; even if the pig hybrid has to make himself smaller to fit in. 

“Yeah?” It's not the first time Yoongi cooks for them, although usually he had to do a few adjustments for the meal to fit Jimin’s standards. “I was craving a big breakfast.”

It's not necessarily a lie, but it's not necessarily a truth either. 

“I might just have some eggs…” Jimin mumbles. 

So they’re not going to acknowledge last night. 

Okay…

Maybe Jimin wasn’t even aware that last night happened. 

It's not Yoongi’s place to call him out. So he just leans to peck his boyfriend’s cheek. “Go get the coffee started, hm?” 

He finishes plating everything and setting the table as his boyfriend emerges with a black coffee for himself and a latte for his boyfriend. Watching him walk towards him, Yoongi really sees the extra pudge that clings to his boyfriend. 

The website’s description comes to mind. 

Followed by the image of Jimin last night,

Yoongi feels a shiver run down his back. 

“How did you sleep last night?” He asks instead, not that Yoongi is ever uncomfortable with silence. But he wants to quiet the thoughts, making his cheeks burn and his stomach tense. 

“Oh I slept like a baby.” Jimin smiles, serving scrambled eggs on his plate, just like he had told Yoongi he would. “You?” 

The snake hybrid does the same, but piles his plate with the bacon and pancakes too. 

“You woke me up at one point of the night.” He smiles shyly. 

Jimin agreed to let him in, to see him in this state. 

There shouldn’t be a point in lying, right?

“You got up and I followed you to the kitchen, don’t you remember?” And still, Yoongi is too much of a coward to specify what really happened. 

He doesn’t think he could do that without thinking about his own reaction to last night’s events. 

“Oh…” Jimin looks down at his plate. “Yeah, no.” He shrugs, but his shoulders are slumped and heavy, as if trying to make himself small. 

The question must be obvious in Yoongi’s face, since the pig hybrid continues. “I’m awake but… not truly there.” 

“Like a headspace?”  He tilts his head. 

“Yeah… It's like my…. pig… takes over.”  It’s very visible just how much Jimin struggles to get that sentence out of his system. Riddled with shame. 

Yoongi’s expression softens. “I liked getting to see that side of you.” 

The pig hybrid winces. 

“I mean it, Min-ah.” 

“I bet it was gross.” He mumbles. 

And Yoongi feels extra perverted for enjoying last night as much as he did. 

“It wasn’t gross at all, yah!” The snake hybrid chuckles, shaking his head, hand reaching out for Jimin’s. Managing to get his boyfriend’s full attention. 

“I’m really happy to be here for your heat.” He says quiet, but genuinely. “I love you.” 

Jimin’s pout stays intact. However, he responds. “I love you too.” 

That’s enough for Yoongi, whose smile widens and takes a bite of his breakfast. Enjoying the brief silence. 

Key word: brief.

“It's just so unfair!” Jimin whines. “Your breeding season is so lowkey.” He huffs through bites; finishing the last of hsi eggs and reaching to pile his plate with a lot more than just scrambled eggs.  

Bacon, a few pancakes and potatoes fill JImin’s plate, as if in spite of himself. 

A giggle bubbles form Yoongi’s chest. Cause it's true, being an alpha reptile means Yoongi’s breeding instincts are less intense than any mammal’s. 

“The one perk.” He rolls his eyes affectionately. Jimin’s expression becomes tender. 

“I know.” Unlike the pig hybrid, Yoongi has always been very open about his struggles as a snake. 

Jimin squeezes his hand. “I’m just being bratty.” 

The snake hybrid shakes his head. “You’re being vulnerable.” He corrects Jimin with a gentle tone. 

He doesn’t get a response. But he smiles at the sight of Jimin eating more than just eggs. 

The day goes by normally after that. Almost disturbingly so. 

It's probably just Yoongi’s nerves, anticipating another encounter to happen. Another sign of Jimin’s pig instincts to show through his boyfriend’s tightly closed walls. 

Maybe the problem is Yoongi is looking for signs as drastic as the ones from last night. 

A ravenous animal eating on the floor with his hands. 

Instead his boyfriend eats at a calm pace, on his plate, with his chopsticks, like a civilized person. 

That's what made the change so hard to notice. 

As the sun sets, they’ve cleaned the house, went grocery shopping (the fridge needed a full restock, go figure), and Jimin helped him hang a UVB and UVA in the pig hybrid’s room so Yoongi can have his daily dosage. 

And Jimin had shown no signs of the embarrassment he showed at breakfast.

Not that Yoongi had made any attempts to bring up Jimin’s pig in the slightest. 

He wonders if maybe he shouldn’t have been so complicit in Jimin’s neglect of his animal side for their entire relationship. 

The line of being lovingly concerned, and crossing a personal boundary is very blurry. 

Now it's dark, and Yoongi craves warmth, and Jimin is happy to give it to him. Always quite endeared with his boyfriend’s snake-isms. 

He clings to Jimin’s entire body as close as possible and under many covers, with the Tv glow illuminating their expressions. 

It's only then, that he feels it. 

A slow, steady, and continuous growth of Jimin’s waist around his arms. It takes everything in Yoongi not to jump out in shock. 

Instead he concentrates on the sensation, soft padding expanding under his arms; thickening Jimin’s waist. 

Yoongi wants to poke, touch, grope, but he wouldn’t want to get his boyfriend’s attention. 

His eyes close and he focuses on the rest of his body. 

Lowered to fit in the crook of Jimin’s neck, Yoongi’s chest presses against his belly. And there he feels it too, a gentle pressure growing against him. Distinctly soft as it doesn’t fight back against Yoongi’s body but seems to squish outwards. 

He would do anything to peep down and see what's actually happening to his boyfriend’s body. 

But he knows already, Yoongi feels his cheeks burn just thinking about it. 

“Let's order in, I’m too lazy to cook.” The snake hybrid says instead. 

Jimin usually excludes himself from Yoongi’s indulgences; opting to have some fruit for dinner or something simple. 

He certainly hasn’t eaten like a pig hybrid today. And yet…

“Good idea, I’m starving.” 

Yoongi chuckles surprised and lifts his head from where it was hidden in the crook of his boyfriend’s neck. “We were too productive today.” 

A pout forms in his lips. “You know, even if it's subtle, it's breeding season for me too!” 

“Pfft…” Jimin smiles amused. “You’re an alpha, shouldn’t your body be pushing you to build a nest for me or something?” 

“In medieval times, maybe.” He rests his cheek on the palm of his hand, smiling down at the pig hybrid. “Now you have a perfectly good bed.”  

Yoongi seems to remember something. “And I helped you build it when you moved out!” He shakes his head in playful disapproval. “How ungrateful…” 

A hearty giggle leaves Jimin’s lips, Yoongi feels them vibrate under him. He palms the snake hybrid's cheek condescendingly. 

“Wow… Thank you, alpha.”  Jimin’s voice, however, is sweet. 

Yoongi’s facade breaks, offering a genuine gummy smile back. 

It's unlike them to call each other “alpha” or “omega”. It causes warmth to spread along his chest. 

His dopey expression must show because Jimin snorts endeared. “You’re so easy.” 

“You only call me that when you want something.” Yoongi excuses himself with a shrug, though he feels his cheeks burn; extra sensitive to the attention with breeding season so close. 

Two can play that game. 

“What do you want, omega?” He eyes Jimin with a smug smile. 

It feels like a victory when Jimin needs a moment to compose himself, widened slightly and scoffing when he looks away. 

Needing a few moments to look back at Yoongi. 

“I want fried chicken.”

That feels even more like a victory. 

“Then I’ll be a good alpha and provide.” He sits up from where he was using Jimin as a personal heat pad. Giving him a proper view of his boyfriend. 

Yoongi has to hold his expression from widening. 

His boyfriend looks… visibly softer than he remembers him being this morning. 

Hell, softer than Yoongi remembers him being when they first laid down on the couch an hour ago. 

Cheeks plumper and rounder, they were always Jimin’s chubbiest part; stubbornly so even throughout all of the pIg hybrid’s diets.

But now they softened out the sharp angles of his face, tinted with a rosy blush. 

And looking down, even in the oversized t-shirt, Jimin’s outline showed his thick waist and a small but pillowy tummy that pushed upwards where he laid. 

A little curve that didn’t hold the tautness of the bloat Yoongi had seen last night. 

Pudgy… 

His waist hadn’t been the only thing that thickened, but Jimin’s entire frame had seemed to change. 

It was subtle, but his hips had seemed to grow; giving the pig hybrid’s body to look more pear shaped than Yoongi ever remembers it being. 

It dawns on Yoongi, just how severe the transformation Jimin is going through is gonna be. 

Excitement tugs at Yoongi’s stomach. 

“Uhm… babe?” Yoongi blinks at his boyfriend’s voice and looks up at Jimin, face burning. “Dinner?” 

Their eyes meet, and by the way Jimin’s lips pout and his eyes look away, he is embarrassed, 

Or, better said, Yoongi got caught staring. 

“On it.” He tries to smile casually, but quickly stumbles to get his phone out. Keeping his eyes glued to the screen in a silence that feels uncomfortable. 

But maybe it's just Yoongi’s nerves.

Wishful thinking. 

“You know… It's alright.” Jimin’s voice sounds small. “You can stare.” 

The snake hybrid looks at his boyfriend, guilty. “I’m sorry.” His hand reaches for Jimin’s smaller one. 

His chest feels tight, the last thing Yoongi would want is to make him feel even more self conscious than he already feels. 

“It's… it's okay.” The pig hybrid doesn’t sound that convinced. “I know it must be shocking.” 

“It's definitely a side of you I haven’t seen.” A shy smile grows on his face, trying to keep his eyes on Jimin’s face instead of diverting downwards. 

“But I like it.” Yoongi shrugs, as Jimin’s expression widens. “I like all sides of you.” 

He is definitely downplaying his enthusiasm a bit, but Yoongi wouldn't want to be weird about it. 

Jimin doesn’t answer, so Yoongi tugs him closer. “That includes the pig sides.” He speaks softly, and Yoongi swears he sees the edges of his boyfriend’s lips curl upwards. 

“It's so weird having you here to see me like this.” Jimin whispers as if confessing, with a timid chuckle attached to the end. 

The snake hybrid feels his smile widen, hand squeezing where his fingers are laced with Jimin.

“I feel lucky to be here, Jimin. You're my boyfriend, I hated knowing you had all those heats locked up here alone.” 

“You so want to provide for me, alpha.” His tone becomes teasing and his expression brightens. 

Yoongi’s heart sizes up at the sight. 

Jimin’s plumper cheeks only make him look impossibly more angelic. 

The only possible answer is to bring Jimin down to a kiss, humming into his boyfriend’s lips eagerly. He can feel the surprise in the pig hybrid’s lips before he melts into Yoongi’s kiss. 

It lasts a bit longer than he was expecting, but when they separate a wide confident smile spreads across Yoongi’s face. 

“I do. Chicken is on the way, omega.” 

This could be Yoongi’s ego talking, but when he sees Jimin eat heartily and without restrictions when dinner does arrive, he can’t help but feel it had something to do with their conversation. 

He tries hard not to stare. 

But their conversation bounces back and forth in his mind. 

Yoongi has never had strong alpha instincts. 

Yes, he had always been protective of his boyfriend. 

But that's what boyfriends do. 

Typical alpha urges such as courting and providing, had never been that present in his relationship with Jimin, or anyone for that matter. 

Yet now, he couldn't bear to look at the TV screen and not at Jimin, who was happily eating the food he had brought for him. 

Getting bigger from it. Fattening up before Yoongi’s very eyes. 

Maybe that's why he is staring so much, seeing if he catches sight of the shift. 

But alas… “You’re really gonna have to work on being more subtle, hyung.” Jimin says without looking back at Yoongi, eyes glued to the screen. 

And although his tone doesn't hold any annoyance, the snake hybrid winces. Lips beginning to open to excuse himself. 

“And if you apologize it's just gonna make me think you’re staring for the wrong reasons.” He doesn’t get a chance to speak as Jimin cuts him off. 

Yoongi’s lips are quickly sealed shut, as he rethinks his options. Turns out, Jimin might be able to read him pretty well too. 

“I’m not staring for the wrong reasons.” He says after a pause; trying to sound composed and convincing. But the knot in his throat is palpable. 

Being attracted to this side of Jimin… it's not wrong, is it? Even if his boyfriend hates this about himself. 

It's not very convincing. Yoongi is still unsure, but… it's better to expose himself than to let Jimin feel self conscious. 

“I… I really really like it. 

He can hear Jimin exhale. “Yeah yeah, you like all sides of me.” The pig hybrid begins to repeat with only mild annoyance. 

“Yah, it's not that.” Yoongi argues, reaching out with a hand on Jimin’s thigh. 

Getting his boyfriend’s full attention. And wanting to shrink away under it. 

“It's…” He tries to smile through it, somehow lighten the pressure he feels to treasure Jimin’s trust of letting him be here at all. 

“I think it's sexy.” The snake hybrid mutters eyes glancing down at the couch before meeting his boyfriend’s eyes again. 

Jimin stares back, with widened eyes. “Sexy.” He repeats, completely stunned. 

“Is–Is that bad?” Yoongi’s voice comes out small. 

Jimin takes his time before answering, the snake hybrid feels his own stomach tie itself in a hundred knots. His eyes busy themselves anywhere else but Jimin’s hardened thoughtful gaze.

That’s before he catches sight of his boyfriend’s waist slowly expanding against his shirt. Which doesn’t help Yoongi’s nerves at all. 

“No… No, it's not bad.” Jimin’s voice sounds small too. The snake hybrid relishes in the sudden shared vulnerability. 

Not that Yoongi is spared from his boyfriend setting down a boundary. Telling Yoongi to take it down a notch. 

“It's just…new.” And yet, a little smile on the pig hybrid’s face.

Yoongi finds himself nodding quickly. “It's… It’s…” he struggles to find the words but Jimin comes to the rescue. 

“You’re getting used to it too…” His boyfriend’s chuckling, albeit nervous, is like music to Yoongi’s ears. 

“I’m just embarrassing myself.” He smiles back, feeling the weight lift from his shoulders. 

“You are.” Jimin giggles. “But it makes me feel better about how embarrassed I am.” 

And that's something he hadn’t considered. How closing himself off when Jimin was being so open, for the first time in their relationship, could hurt them both. 

“Then…” Yoongi feels himself a little short of breath, just for the adrenaline of exposing himself. 

“I can’t stop thinking about the way you’re growing in real time.” 

Maybe they’ve never been that honest with each other. Because Yoongi’s bluntness makes laughter erupt from the pig hybrid’s chest. 

“I can’t even feel it anymore honestly.” His hands pat at his widening waist, looking down at himself. Before his eyes snap up at Yoongi. 

“Wanna feel?” 

The snake hybrid doesn’t trust himself to sound normal, so he just nods. Though his excitement must be palpable. If the endeared laughter that erupts from his boyfriend’s chest is anything to go by. 

His hands still feel big around Jimin’s waist, same as they always had. 

But it couldn’t be more different.

Instead of the hard sensation of Jimin’s obliques, there's a softness that grows  against the sprawled tips of Yoongi’s fingers. 

Pillowy but ever expanding, the snake hybrid is entranced seeing the way his middle fingers are perfectly slotted where a roll has begun to form right on Jimin’s waist. 

His boyfriend was never one for wearing oversized clothes. And he is paying the price now. As the outline of his thickening body becomes more and more apparent. 

Not just Jimin’s waist, but his belly expands forward. Curving over the waistband of his sweatpants. Belly Button showing through the continuously stretching fabric. Looking like a little pot belly at first before the fat sags under its own weight. 

Or, better said, Jimin seems to be gaining considerably more in his lower half. 

Yeah, Yoongi confirms it by letting his hand greedily slide from his waist down, to the center of his belly. Eyes following marveled as his touch molds to the curve. 

It's still too small to cup it,  but JImin’s belly button is beginning to sink into another fold. 

Yoongi feels his heartbeat begin to quicken as his hands shamelessly sink down the curve of his boyfriend’s inner thighs. Feeling the fat that's begun to collect on his legs. 

Although baggier than his shirts, Jimin’s sweatpants struggle to adapt to the fattening. The leg holes looking tight and the waistband tautens against the growth of the pig hybrid hips. 

Pouring out from it in the form of a plump muffin top. Growing fast enough that more rolls begin to stack along his sides. 

Yoongi wants to touch there too, so he does. He caresses up to grope gently the sides of Jimin's belly. And from there, it's easy to feel the pig hybrid’s breath hitching.  

Encouraged by it, he smiles, and lets his hands wander to what's consistently been the fattest part of Jimin’s body. 

His ass. 

Big hands overflow under his boyfriend’s pillowy ass. Widening at the same rate as the rest of his hips. It loses its firm muscle, and lets Yoongi sink his fingers into it.

His boyfriend looks so… fertile. 

“A-ah… Yoongi..” Jimin´s voice sounds shaky, making the snake hybrid snap back to the reality. Only then realizing the way he was kneading into his boyfriend’s glutes. 

Or even worse, the way he completely zoned out while feeling up Jimin’s body. He looks up at his boyfriend, widened at himself, at them both. 

Staring at each other with equally blushed cheeks and agitated breaths. 

Their lips meet ravenously. 

Jimin clings to him, like his life depends on it. 

And maybe right now, it does. 

It feels like Yoongi’s life depends on it too. His moans finding home down Jimin’s throat. 

But that's okay, he is sure to host his boyfriend’s mewls as well. 

Again, a feeling of familiarity takes over the snake hybrid. UNtil he feels the seams of Jimin’s sweatpants creak tight under his hands.  

Not familiar at all. 

Better. 

“S-sit up.” Yoong sighs against Jimin’s lips, hands greedily behindind to tug at the tightening waistband. 

His boyfriend nods, eyebrows beautifully scrunched up, lips parted painting helplessly. 

“You grow so fast.” Yoongi whispers in complete awe. Marveled at how forceful he has to be to tug down Jimin’s once muscular thighs. They’re not only tight, but jiggle with each pull of his hands at the stubborn waistbands. 

“It's–It's… It's never this bad.” 

The snake hybrid doesn’t miss the way Jimin’s underwear tents against his growing stomach. 

“What?” Yoongi whispers in shock. A wicked smile growing in his face. 

“Breeding season hasn’t even started, Jimin fuck-” He groans throwing his boyfriend’s pants somewhere in the livingroom to never be found. 

“My body–My body must be reacting to you, alpha.” The pig hybrid barely manages to mumble out, voice shaky with want. 

“It's insane.” Yoongi drags his nails along the soft short hair that lines Jimin’s thighs. 

Before tugging him for another hungry kiss. 

“You’re insane for keeping this from me.” He growls into his boyfriend’s lips. 

Jimin is greedy too, smiling maniacally down at the snake hybrid. Prying off Yoongi’s shirt, not bothering with his own. 

Why would he? It clings right under the pig hybrid’s chest like a crop top. Giving Yoongi full access to his growing stomach. 

“You like it.” It's not a question, Jimin states it dumbly but pleased. Confident and flirty. 

Yoongi can’t help but chuckle. He must look very obvious. 

“I do.” He says instead. “Wanna know something?” 

“What?” Jimin smiles giddy, like someone holding onto a secret. 

The snakey hybrid does feel like he is about to confess a crime.

“I might like it even more than regular Jimin.” 

He clearly caught his boyfriend off guard, blinking widely at Yoongi as if he were a ghost. 

His stomach drops. 

“You… You do?” Jimin’s voice doesn’t sound hurt, encouraging Yoongi to double down on his statement. 

“Yes. It's more… you.” He nods to himself, trying to keep his voice from wavering. But it trembles under the weight of his confession. “I don’t like that you have to hide part of who you are.” 

Yoongi’s worries don’t have long to spread. As a hand tightens on the snake hybrid’s hair, being pulled forward for another kiss. 

Just as hungry, but all the more emotional. Jimin’s plump lips swallow the snake’s surprised moans, as the pig hybrid’s hand goes directly to Yoongi’s bulge. 

The grip on both ends is tight and nearly painful. Making his head swim in pleasure. His own cock having been neglected until now; and reading for any of his boyfriend’s attention. 

“I’ll show you ‘me’” Jimin’s tone sounds threatening, but Yoongi can’t bring himself to be scared. Instead smiling hazy and kiss-drunk. 

“Y–You’ll have to grow… to become more you.” His smile is coy and flirty, Jimin mirrors it back at him. 

“Then you gotta feed me more.” The pig hybrid answers simply. 

Yoongi smiles, his boyfriend reads his mind. “Get up, omega.” 

Even if he says it fondly, the effect the pet name has on Jimin is very much visible. 

And a danger to the snake hyrbid’s ego. 

His boyfriend shudders and nods. Though the true show starts when Jimin’s shakry legs begin to stand. Showcasing the wet mess glistening in his inner thighs. 

Jimin seems to have stopped growing now. 

Which incites Yoongi to say. “There’s some cake we brought…” Even if he says it idly, his words are charged. 

“That was meant… meant to last the whole week.” Jimin eyes him widened at Yoongi’s suggestion. 

The snake hybrid can’t help but chuckle. “Did you really believe that, baby?” He asks, endeared. Jimin looks away scoffing, but Yoongi only feels more encouraged to tease. 

“I’m just saying, I thought it was gonna be another plate in your midnight stuffings.” 

“Yoongi!” Jimin whines with cheeks bright pink. The snake hybrid can’t take it too seriously though, his own body jittery with excitement just from the thought of said midnight stuffing. 

Maybe if he feed Jimin enough throughout the day, his boyfriend won’t need to sneak out in the middle of the night, 

“I’ll go get it. Go to the nest.” Yoongi instructs, and that seems to shut his boyfriend right up. Nodding as he walks past him. 

The snake hybrid wishes he had the willpower to make Jimin wait, aroused by the image of his boyfriend riled up in the nest. Making a mess while he waits for him. 

But, ironically, that very image is the one making Yoongi’s movements clumsy and hurried. 

Picking up the tall red velvet cake, covered in frosting. He remembers his surprise when Jimin walked up to him and the shopping cart holding it. Back then the pig hybrid explained “He might have some sweet cravings throughout the week.” 

Yoongi knew better than to question it. And he sure as hell is grateful for his boyfriend’s impulses now. 

He has to watch himself not to drop the cake in the hallway, once he catches sight of the little droplets of slick his boyfriend left on his way to his room. 

“Fuck…” The snake hybrid breathes out and hurries inside. 

No image in his head could have compared to the sight. Jimin is sat on the bed. Underwear left abandoned by the foot of the bed. But the pig hybrid’s belly has begun to cover most of his crotch. 

It already sits on his lap like an obscene display of the pig’s gluttony. 

His face is covered and his arms are up. Jimin grunts, struggling to squeeze himself out of the shirt he had grown into. It leaves his entire torso out on display, Yoongi feels his heart skip a beat. 

His boyfriend’s belly sits over his spread thighs. It's cut in two big trolls that begin and end at Jimin’s sunken belly button. There is no trace of his once slender lithe waist, buried under several centimeters of fat. It piles in folds by the sides of his torso. Pushing Jimin’s arms further away from each other. Squishy and jiggling with each of the pig hybrid’s struggles. 

Belly rising and falling from the exertion with deep, agitated breaths. Jimin’s once muscular chest sags in small mounds of fat, nipples puffy and nearly reaching the shelf of his belly. 

The growth is too much even for the pig hybrid’s own body, milky skin littered in pink stretch marks, living proof of not only JImin’s eating… 

But Yoongi's spoiling too. 

“Uhm… alpha?” Jimin’s voice snaps the snake hybrid out of his trance. “Help me?” 

Yoongi is very grateful his boyfriend can’t actually see the state the snake hybrid was in. Instead able to clear his throat and walk over. 

“Aigo… Of course.” He sets the cake down by the bedside table, before kneeling ignorant of the pig hybrid. 

“We should’ve taken this off a few kilos ago, huh?” His chuckle comes out flustered. Hands slipping in the tight hem of Jimin’s shirt, now caught right at the beginning of the pig hybrid’s chubbed up arms. It cuts right by his armpits, sinking into the fat that's begun to collect everywhere. 

Jimin only offers a whine as a response, making the snake hybrid chuckle as he stands on the mattress. 

Finally able to pull the shirt off with a grunt. Sending ripples down alongside Jimin’s body. He reveals his boyfriend’s reddened face, hair disheveled as he sighs in relief. 

“There you are…” Yoongi smiles down at him. 

“How long were you standing there?” 

“Don’t worry about it.” Yoongi responds through a gummy smile. As he kneels back in front of his boyfriend. 

“Tsk…” The pig hybrid looks away, to glance down Yoongi’s naked toros. Hands following down the snake hybrid’s waist to the elastic of his jeans. 

“Your poor omega was in need and, where were you?” His anger is watered down by the trail of Jimin’s chubby hand, undoing Yoongi’s pants and tugging them down along with the snake hyrbid’s boxers. 

Jimin only looks away from his body and back at Yoongi when his dick springs up against the snake hyrbid’s navel. 

“I was enjoying my poor omega’s struggles.” He smiles shamelessly. 

“I can see that.” Jimin deadpans, earning giggles from both of them. 

“Shut up.” Yoongi’s words have no bite to them either. 

But actions speak louder than words, he reaches for a handful of cake. 

“Or I’ll shut you up myself.” 

Jimin’s eyes glance from the handful of cake back to Yoongi’s face. 

“Do it,” The pig hybrid says through gritted teeth. “Fatten me if you like it so much.” 

And hell, if Yoongi wasn’t going to oblique. He nods quickly, his free hand reaching to tilt JImin’s face up, while the other one forces cake past Jimin’s open lips. 

The changes are immediate. As the edges of Jimin’s mouth stretch around Yoongi’s hand, tongue pressing to his palm and in between the snake hybrid’s fingers, the pig’s face begins to visibly soften. 

And the rest of his body catches up quickly. Jimin’s chest pushes forward at first, fat barely holding the pectoral’s shape before it finishes sagging downwards. Flabby and omega-like. 

Yoongi can feel his boyfriend’s stomach begin to push against his torso too, closing the gap between his bodies. 

Before he can think, the next handful of cake Yoongi grabs, avoids Jimin’s mouth. 

Instead, Yoongi spreads red velvet cake along his own neck. His boyfriend blinks at him, a little puzzled. 

“Go on. Eat it, omega.” He smiles cockily, feeling his boyfriend’s hunger directed at him. 

The pig hybrid wastes no time, gripping Yoongi’s shoulders and tugging him impossibly closer. Assaulting his neck with starved lips. 

A moan leaves his lips at the feeling of warmth from Jimin’s belly envelops his hard-on. His boyfriend sucks where he knows Yoongi’s sweet spots are, earning a string of incoherent “Yes.. Yes.. Good, Min-ah.” 

With his free hands, Yoongi is greedily caressing down. Feeling instead of seeing his boyfriend’s growth. 

His fingers sprawl out as every corner of JImin’s body curves forward, sags downwards, and folds into itself. 

The snake hybrid drags his hands down the protruding sag of Jimin’s stomach, groping it by the underbelly and feeling the way fat pushes out between his fingers. 

He must be too lost in arousal, overwhelmed in every direction. Because it's his boyfriend, the one who grabs the next handful and smears it across the snake hybrid’s chest. 

A groan leaves Yoongi’s lips, throwing his head back he shudders under the pressure of Jimin’s tongue flat against his nipple. 

Hands become impossibly greedier. They travel down Jimin’s expanding thighs, feeling how they take up more and more space on the bed. And how his boyfriend’s increasing weight creates a bigger and bigger dent on the bed. 

And, especially, how the puddle underneath them both grows more and more.

“Your… your body.” Yoongi finds himself short of breath, Eyes glued to his own hands, traveling further and further up Jimin’s chubby thighs. 

He can’t quite see it over the hang of his boyfriend’s belly. But Yoongi easily reaches for his boyfriend’s dick, following the trail of slick along Jimin’s taint. 

“Its begging for me.” The snake hybrid breathes out, letting the pads of his fingers circle around the rim of Jimin’s hole. 

All the air seems to leave his boyfriend’s lungs. Lips opened in a gasp but only a choked whimper was able to come out. The pig hybrid nods pathetically, as his hands grip desperately at Yoongi’s shoulders.

He is coming undone before Yoongi’s eyes. 

And he wants to see just how far he can push. 

“Growing so big for me… Making a mess in your nest,,,” The snake hybrid leans closer, relishing in JImin’s big helpless eyes. 

His boyfriend holds his breath as Yoongi teasingly taps against his hole. 

“So fertile for me.” Yoongi mumbles, lips brushing against Jimin’s. His words earning another gush of slick to pour from his boyfriend’s hole. 

And to prove his point, the snake hybrid slips two fingers in, easily. 

“Breeding season hasn’t even officially started yet and look at you, Min.” 

Jimin gasps quietly, his entire body shivers, thighs quivering and closing around the snake hybrid’s hand. As a desperate attempt to keep Yoongi close. 

“A’-alpha…” Jimin gasps

“What?” Yoongi smirks, enjoying the mess that his boyfriend has become. Expecting an  incomprehensible string of whimpers as Jimin’s response. 

Instead,the pig hybrid smiles playful, even if drunk with his own hormones. 

“I’m not growing right now ‘though.”  He giggles. The snake hybrid feels his own smile growing in delight.

“You should do something about it.” Jimin downright demands. 

And oh. If Yoongi was gonna let his omega talk to him that way. 

Yoongi will do something about it. 

He has to separate from Jimin the slightest bit. Only to roll him over, making the pig hybrid lay on his belly as Yoongi presses from behind. 

And oh, how much harder it is to manhandle his boyfriend at this weight. 

Just how much hotter it is to struggle. 

His grunt and Jimin’s surprised moan mix together. 

The pig hybrid’s back arched beautifully, presenting himself to his alpha. The rolls on his back only accentuated with Jimin's desperate attempt to press his ass against Yoongi. 

It lurs the snake hybrid in. His hands slowly drag across the curve of Jimin’s back, and doward until it reaches the mass of his boyfriend’s ass. Smirking before he gives it a firm grope. 

“A-ahng…” Jimin sighs brokenly. 

Focus Yoongi. 

“Not big enough.” The snake hybrid smiles, pressing his front in between Jimin’s cheeks. But not to fuck his omega, not yet at least. A whimper just leaves the pig hybrid’s lips. 

Despite his boyfriend’s needy moans, Yoongi doesn’t press in. Instead, he reaches for the cake, still barely eaten and on the bedside table. 

He drags it right in front of Jimin’s face. Yoongi is willing to bet his boyfriend is salivating, if the way the blond set of hair follows the movement of the desert.

Such a pig… Yoongi finds himself smiling. 

Wth his dick still nestled between Jimin’s cheeks, the snake hybrid grinds slowly. Cock rubbing between Jimin’s balls and sliding against the omega’s dick. 

Rocking the pig hybrid’s body forward towards the cake. 

And, even as he hears Jimin’s face gently sink into the buttercream, it's not enough. Yoongi’s hand tangles itself in his boyfriend’s hair at the back of his head. Before pushing it deeper into the cake. 

Jimin’s moan is muffled by spongy batter. Yoongi knows then, he did the right thing. 

But there's still something else to do. 

He pulls back just a bit to align himself. Before he can do it , though, Yoongi notices... 

The growth had begun immediately. 

With wide eyes, Yoongi can only gawk at Jimin’s body widening before him. Back arching under the weight of his own belly. He can see the way it begins to press against the mattress, thighs spreading further apart to accommodate the growing weight. Even if they themselves thicken up rapidly.  

The snake hybrid’s body acts on its own, overtaken by instinct, Yoongi slides into Jimin. Slow but without giving his boyfriend a moment to breathe. The continuous stretch knocks the air out of the pig hybrid’s luns at a leisurely pace. 

Even as his face sinks deeper into the red velvet, it's not enough to silence his animalistic groan. 

Jimin’s entire body twitches, shoulders contracting together as his hands grip at the bedsheets. Before all that tension melts away. 

Yoongi can feel the shift. Feel the way his boyfriend’s body invites him in. 

The snake hybrid’s hand tightens in Jimin’s hair, forcing his head into the cake.

“That’s it.” He speaks instinctively. Feeling, possibly for the first time, his breeding instincts take control of his actions. His words. 

“Not gonna breed you until you’re big enough.” Yoongi grits through his teeth. A mixture of his own desires and what he’s come to earn about his omega’s needs. 

“Until you’re fertile enough to take it.” 

As if responding to the snake hybrid’s commands, Jimin’s body reacts immediately. 

His ass begins to widen in every direction. The sound of fat slapping takes over both their cries of pleasure. Jimin’s belly sags downwards, his bottom roll starts dragging forward and back against the mattress with each thrust. 

All of the pig hybrid’s angles soften, padded with lard. 

Yoongi admires the way his boyfriend’s arms grow fatty. Bíceps pillowy with wings that flap just like the rest of him. Fat hangs from his elbows, too.

Visibly heavier they tremble as Jimin struggles to hold himself up to eat the cake. Fattening hands tightening their grip on the sheets at either side of his head. 

As his entire body expands, Jimin’s back rolls thicken and bounce in unison. The expansion of milky skin shimmering with sweat. 

“Don’t you dare stop.” Yoongi purrs breathless. 

Watching his boyfriend’s body is not enough, he leans closer, pressing his chest against Jimin’s back. 

Allowing each thrust to go deeper, and to get a proper feel of what he’s done to Jimin’s body. 

But, Yoongi’s body is the final bit of pressure the pig hybrid’s fattened arms can take. He faceplants into the cake. 

The snake hybrid would consider checking on him, if it weren’t for the way Jimin’s moans grow louder and his chewing, impossibly more frantic. 

Now, Yoongi can allow his hands to wrap around his boyfriend’s body. Palms scooping up handfuls of underbelly, feeling how it slaps against Jimin’s newfound fupa. 

The pig hybrid’s hard-on bounces uselessly, it drags against the mattress. And that's the only stimulation it gets,  accompanied by the runaway slick that pours down the base of Jimin’s dick. 

Yoongi finds himself moaning into his boyfriend’s neck. His hands caress upwards, feeling how the pig hybrid’s gut expands and ripples with each thrust. 

He doesn’t need to see, to know how much Jimin is growing. 

Hell, Yoongi can even feel how much harder it is to rock Jimin’s body forward and back. 

And with it, he can feel his own knot beginning to enlarge at the base of his dick. Slapping against Jimin’s entrance. 

If the snake hybrid was already feeling the unfamiliar effects of a breeding instinct, now he feels his sanity begin to slip. Replaced with the cravings of an animal. 

“Think you’re ready to take it.” He can hardly recognize his own voice through his painting. 

Yoongi’s hands travel upwards where they hold Jimin’s jiggling tits, groping them harshly. Fat overspilling from in between fingers. 

“Plump and ripe, aren’t you, pig?” The pet name slips out before the snake hybrid can consider stopping himself. Worried about his boyfriend’s relationship to his animal. 

But Jimin mewls delighted. For the first time, he seems too lost in pleasure to continue eating. Lips opened against the cake, and cheek squished against it. 

“Yes!! Yes I’m–I’m a good pig.” He whispers brokenly. 

“Yeah you are. .” Yoongi’s voice sounds hoarse. “All that effort trying to hide what a gluttonous pig you really are.” He smiles, confidently.

“I was an i–idiot.” Jimin shakes his head urgently. “F–feels so good to… to let go.” 

“Cause this what you were born to do.” His hands grope at his belly. “Fatten up to my liking… pinned to bed and taking it.”

“M–made for you…” Jimin echo’s dumbly. 

“Can you take it?” Yoongi’s fangs nip at the soft pink ear. 

“I–I do..I do, alpha I’m ready!” He cries out. “Need it.” 

“Need you.” Jimin sobs into the leftovers. 

How did they ever go this long without each other? 

Yoongi’s last bit of self control leaves him. Pushing his knot past Jimin’s rim. Locking himself inside. Short grinds being all the snake hybrid can do to milk his orgasm inside. 

He pants into the omega’s neck. He feels Jimin clench around him, their broken moans weak in the suddenly quiet room. 

There’s a brief moment of silence. 

“Lasagna.”

It takes a moment for Yoongi’s brain to come back to reality. His own voice slows when he asks. “What?” 

“When you’re done.” Even if Jimin’s voice is thick with cake batter, it's firm. “Bring it.”

A smile grows on his face. “Still hungry?” 

“Not big enough for the second load.” His boyfriend looks over his shoulder lazily, with a playful smile. 

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With the release of the belt, the buttons on both Taehyung’s pants and his dress shirt popped off and began rolling down the stage. Out surged his belly, soft and gelatinous looking. I wonder what it would be like to touch it… Jungkook couldn’t stop himself from wondering.

On top of the main event sat two perky little tits, just starting to fill themselves with fat. Jungkook could remember just last night, lavishing attention on those previously flat and hard breasts, how small the nipples were. He wondered what they would taste like now that they’d ballooned like this?

The legs of Taehyung’s pants strained against the inflating flesh, seams struggling to hold it together. Jungkook swallowed hard as his gaze swept across his husband's previously tight yet round rump. It had blown up too, now a bit saggy, but wider nonetheless.

Third strike and he’s out. Jungkook was an ass man through and through. Shit, he thought, I’m totally into this aren’t I?

Whatever Taehyung seemed to have seen in his husband’s eyes, it was gone. How was he not reacting and telling Hoseok to stop? Why was Hoseok not letting him talk no matter how hard Taehyung struggled to tell him that he’d play the damn game!

“Mhmmnghhn!!”

The audience chanted “Grow! Grow! Grow!” Non-stop in the background while the only person that seemingly felt wronged here was no one else but Taehyung. Of course he had felt his buttons popping and he was beyond red in the face from embarrassment. This just had to be the worst dream he'd ever had the misery of being the main character in. This just couldn't be real! {to be continued...} ---------------- @pudgecuddles and myself are working hard behind the scenes to get this thing done. Here is another little sneak peek for those who are interested on reading it! A completely different and wild idea took us in a flash and here we are now. All I can say is, it is going to be so fucking hot! Get ur ass ready for this shit.