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[chubjoon]

List of my AO3 works

What a bakery does to you - Namjin (Seokjin focus)

Thanks internet - Namjin (Namjoon focus)

A heart pounding meeting - Namjin (Namjoon focus)

From Big to Bigger - Namjin (Seokjin focus)

Feedism BTS drabbles - Multiships

You can('t) call me Idol - Namjin (Seokjin then Namjoon focus)

Denial is a river in Egypt - Namjin (Namjoon focus)

Old friends, new discovery - Namjin (Namjoon focus)

[chubjoon]

Hi!

Do you prefer:

Dom feedee or subby feedee

it might've taken me two years to realize I had this in my inbox but def sub feedee. 🤤

[wonkajhope]

Unquenchable

A little something I started, based on my headcanon of Jin being a secret feedee.

Jin doesn't have a long bucket list. Infact, there is something so simple that he has always wanted to try... Finally, will he have his right of passage?

CW: Feederism, mentions of weight gain, masturbation, liquid chugging, burping, calorie counting

"Interesting..." Jin's back was to the wall, blanket covering his lap as he sat up in bed on his laptop. His eyes were glued to the screen. His hair had dried from his pre-bed shower about an hour ago, he had been staring at his screen for so long.

Normally you would expect a reaction like this from someone viewing a documentary. Some late night studying could always be in order. Something productive, maybe, that would be a good enough excuse for why Jin was losing valuable beauty sleep.

Well... did researching recipes count? That certainly could be a way to describe what Jin was currently doing...

Butterflies fluttered in his stomach as he scrolled upon a video. A very, very hefty woman, with a shelfed ass sat upon her kitchen counter. In her pudgy, dimple knuckled hands was a food processor. He watched in silence for over two minutes as she gulped down an unbelievable amount of liquid calories, her layered belly almost becoming dome like as it tightened and took in her concoction.

Then he watched it again. This time with the sound on, the volume of his laptop as low as ten percent. But that was enough for him. It was enough to hear the heavy, piggish panting that came between swallowing breaths and snorts from her nose. It was enough for him to hear how her stomach groaned loudly when she finally brought the blender down. And it was enough for him to turn it down two more notches as she slapped her stomach, and let out an irresponsibly loud belch.

Jin looked up towards his closed bedroom door, as if he expected someone to be there. There was a wide eyed expression on his face, as if this video were something that showed up incidentally on his feed. Any normal person would just mark the post as something they weren't interested in.

But Jin was very interested.

He scooted his laptop lower down his lap slightly to give his erection more space. Scrolling down from the video, he simultaneously pulled down his matching pajama pant's waistband to feel himself through his boxer briefs. His eyes studied the writing under the video. The caption.

A recipe for the slop she was swallowing down. Jin studied the recipe closely, biting his lip as he exposed his cock now. Grabbing hold, he began stroking himself idly as he read over each step.

In reality, Jin had seen this video before. Many times. Over the course of many months. And just minutes prior he was scrolling through many, many videos and posts like it that he had saved. The past five months had been filled with sleepless nights of his fetishistic and archival collecting.

But there was something about the recipes he read... the way the shakes made in these videos dripped and traveled over plastic kitchenware and chubby, eager flesh like angry rivers. It drove Jin crazy to no end, and he chewed at his lips in anticipation... In supplementation of the sweet taste.

With his lifestyle, it really wasn't realistic to ever consume anything so caloric. Or to ever achieve such a level of gluttony. But watching someone relentlessly gulp down gainer shake made his stomach grumble without a doubt.

Closing his eyes, his mind focused away from the woman on screen. Now he was focused on himself. Focused on his hunger, as he used his free hand to slowly undo his buttons. Once about two thirds were undone, he groped himself carelessly, imagining the toned flesh was flab.

He felt himself getting closer, a small moan managing it's way from his soft lips. He wondered how much he could drink, how much he could take...

Glancing over to his nightstand, he saw his tall glass of icy water. He felt his eyelid twitch as he watched a droplet run down the side of the glass. This could be a good time to try and... test himself.

He grabbed the glass with his free hand, wetting his lips briefly before opening up and taking it in. He breathed heavily through his nose, closing his eyes. The feeling of his throat constricting to swallow hurt a little, which only made him shut his eyes and gulp down the liquid faster.

Jin's shoulders tensed with a twitch, throwing his head back as he took a final gulp. Placing the cup back down, he jumped slightly at hearing the hollow glass hit the wood. But before he could even utter an 'oops', his clammy hand shot to his gurgling stomach. The tips of his fingers pressed against the soreness, and that familiar, constricting feeling returned to his throat. Like heartburn.

"Guh-" The gasp of air clawed up from his chest, and hiccuped out from his throat. Now curling his hand up into a fist, he tried to pat his chest to relieve the pressure. He sighed, barely feeling any change. Curiously, his other hand stayed stroking his erection.

It hurt a little, but finally he felt his next hiccup turn into a sharp belch. Then with another pat, a second one erupted out. As his mouth closed around the empty air, he let out an unintentional whimper. His stomach felt only slightly relieved, and still so, so hungry.

His stomach rumbled again, digesting nothing. Jin bit his lip, his vision going white as he nearly knocked the empty glass over to grab a tissue. The feeling of being so full so suddenly had made him almost lose that edge and get his mess all over his keyboard.

Jin certainly was not interested in stickey keys.

As he came to, his eyes opened and faltered, shaking as he read the ingredients again. Cake box mix, milk, icecream...

Another shuddering burp bubbled out of him, and this time he was able to manage a longer release of air from pushing his hand down against his stomach. His own voice seemed to strain as he finally felt a tingle of relief settle in his belly.

Next time, he would have to use something with more substance than water.

Jin usually did the grocery shopping, so it wasn't too difficult to sneak something into his bedroom. Imported snacks were fun to get, and while finding treats for his boys his eyes had spotted American Obesity Gold. The box of 'Boost' shakes were pricier than he would have expected, but the amount of times he had witnessed young pretty things down these calorie packers in seconds had carved an impression.

...

He had to try it.

Carrying three bags of groceries, Jin did his best to try and not have all of his vision obscured by the tall vegetables and produce. Setting the bags on the counter finally, he practically tilted one of them over to let dry goods and fruit topple out. That was when he carefully dug his hands into the paper bag, tugging out the box of Boosts and sprinting to his room.

He didn't want anyone else to see, claim or question his purchase before he could stow them away. He even pretended to 'forget' the receipt- no evidence left behind. Not that... anyone would even guess that any madness was behind his decisions.

When he hastily returned to the kitchen, Hobi and JK were rummaging through the grocery bags. "We thought you got kidnapped," Hobi teased as he saw a suspicious Jin appear.

"There was an obvious sign of struggle," Jungkook added, emphasizing his point by gesturing his hand over the mess left on the counter.

"Sorry, I really had to pee!" Jin quickly said, an excuse he had practiced in his mind. Somehow he had expected this. He went to join the two men in putting the groceries away, his heart beat thumping loudly in his head. Why was he sweating?

Hobi chuckled, yanking a cereal box right from Jin's hands. "Let us handle this, Hyung! You look tired."

A dry, nervous chuckle tumbled out of the eldest. "Really?" He instinctually felt for bags under his eyes, glancing into the nearest reflective surface.

"Don't think too hard on it, just let us be nice." Hobi grinned, and JK gave Jin a side hug to punctuate their offer. A tingle of excitement crawled up from the pit of his stomach, and Jin felt pricks at the back his eyes. Similar to the feeling you get when your oxygen begins to get cut off.

Remembering to exhale, Jin took this opportunity. "Yeah... I think I'll actually take a nap." He said his mid-day goodnights, before retreating to his room. He tried to not let his aroused eagerness be too obvious, but he felt the urge to walk as quickly as possible.

Locking his bedroom door... He was alone. Finally alone, and with baited breath he shot right to his cardboard box of desire. Peeling away the top, he grabbed a bottle of the Boost. He inspected the bottle, weighing it in his hand carefully.

530 calories per bottle.

That was a lot. But still somehow Jin felt disappointed there weren't any higher caloric options. Though, it was already ridiculous that he was about to chug one now... He hadn't considered this extra 530 when calculating his calories and what he would eat that day. Dinner that night was prepped to be more than enough to meet his strict calorie goals.

He twisted the cap, then he remembered to shake the bottle. Shaking, he hummed one of the songs him and the boys had been practicing for choreography.

Taking the lid off, he peeked into the bottle. He looked into it like he was scared. Maybe he was...

But it was now or never.

Closing his eyes, he chugged the drink enthusiastically. But quickly his face twisted. He wasn't a picky eater, but he had good taste- and this wasn't... ideal. Still, he kept drinking.

Jin's outrageous arousal mixed heavily with his quickly appearing fullness. He squeezed the bottle, and in two more gulps he reached the end sooner than expected. A small sucking sound could be heard as he pulled it away from his lips.

His tongue stuck out from his mouth, and as he opened up a wet burp tumbled out. He opened his eyes, feeling embarrassed for himself. That one really sounded disgusting and loud. He glanced at his door, shuffling over to sit on his bed, further away from any prying ears.

He could hear the liquid sloshing around in his tummy, and he let out a sighing groan. "Phew..." That certainly was filling, but... He didn't feel full.

His eyes lead him to the now opened box near his bed.

He really shouldn't...

There was no way that would be acceptable. His hand reached into the box, a bloated bubble of air pressing against his lips as he suppressed another burp. Naughty fingers brought the second bottle out, and he cracked it open. Straightening his posture, mindlessly he repeated his previous meditation.

Drinking, drinking, and ignoring the taste. Pretending it was better. This time he felt his stomach gurgle angerily, trying to protest at the filling it had to restrain itself against.

Then, somehow faster this time, the bottle was empty. He brought it away, and the gag that pressed out from him made him shudder. Blood rushed south, and he clutched at his aching, bloated stomach. He could barely press against his middle, it hurt to even drag his finger tips over such a tight drum.

Looking down at himself, it felt wrong. Being so big, and so full.

One bottle was too little... But two was definetly too much. Now there was 1,060 calories in him, and he was keeping it there. A strained burp left him, tumbling out in multiple, painful steps. He blinked, biting his lip to try and ignore how overwhelming the feeling of his stomach just existing was.

He chucked the empty bottles in his trash can near his desk, not caring that he almost missed. Then laying on his side, he got ready to nap and digest... and hopefully sleep off his growing stomach ache.

His hand trailed over his belly, rubbing idling and leading down between his thighs... That was amazing.

But he definetly had to make his own weight gain shakes soon. Try one of the recipes he had masturbated over.

Another little burp exhaled out of him, and he whimpered. It felt like he had no room left at all.

[chubjoon]

also the other day I weighed myself and I was down to 52 kg guys I'm not doing anything and it keeps going down 🥀 hml

[chubjoon]

popping in just to say that I crave pure hedonistic jin rn

[thetumgang]

A tale old as time

[cookiesuga55]

Home-cooking

Thinking about cute twiggy Jungkook getting nice and fat from his thick hunk of a boyfriend. It's been a few years of constant feeding and loving... and Jungkook waddles into their kitchen with the biggest belly and ass, pudgy chin doubled up, and deep rolls creasing his sides.

As always, Namjoon is cooking him a heavy dinner and beaming at his plump pudding as Jungkook jiggles closer with each step.

"What's for dinner, hyung?" Jungkook suppresses a belch into his fist like he didn't just eat enough chips and snacks to make his gut bloat round.

Namjoon's eyes crinkle in affection and Jungkook earns a proud pat to the front of his belly. Of course Namjoon can tell. Jungkook looks so full that his gut is practically spilling out of his shirt. Although that's been happening a lot more these days...

"I hope you saved some room, dumpling. I baked you dessert too."

Jungkook's stomach rumbles so loudly that his full cheeks blush. He can be completely stuffed to the brim and somehow find room for Namjoon's dessert.

"I always have more room for your cooking-"

Jungkook squeals in delight as Namjoon plants a fat kiss on him.

[cookiesuga55]

Just One Slice

(Sequel: A few years and a hundred pounds later...)

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"How much cake do you want, baby?"

Namjoon pats the swell of Jungkook's bloated gut. The piggy is stuffed fat from dinner, lounging on the couch with his belly spilling heavily between his thighs. Jungkook belches and grunts, his chins tripling as he looks down at the massive dome of food encased in fat that he calls a stomach. He smiles down at where his belly juts forward like a shelf, and rests his tubby hands on either side of the rich weight.

"Mmmm, just a small slice. I'm stuffed-" Jungkook squeezes and gropes the blubber that pools at the bottom of his belly, always soft even when he's packed to the brim. Jungkook has to strain to reach when he's this full.

Namjoon brings the decadent cake over for Jungkook to lust over. He sets the entire thing on the table of Jungkook's gut and the sugared scent hits him. Rich chocolate with buttercream frosting. Jungkook knows from experience that there's a slathering of strawberry jam through the middle too. This is his favorite out of all of Namjoon's delicious home-made cakes. His mouth waters.

"How's this?" Namjoon has a cake knife, about to cut a moderately sized piece.

Jungkook's gluttony takes over. "Nnnh- Just a little bit bigger."

Namjoon chuckles and moves the knife an inch to the left. It isn't enough.

"A... bit more..."

Namjoon is about to cut him a fourth of the cake.

"Wait, a bit more, please..."

His feeder makes a point of moving the tiniest millimeter bigger, teasing him.

"I thought you said a tiny slice. What happened to being stuffed?"

Jungkook glares up at Namjoon to see his dragon eyes glittering, and despite the teasing, it tugs a grin across his fat cheeks.

"Hyung, come on- stop teasing..."

Namjoon pinches his cheek, not listening. "A big slice for a big boy. My good, fat hog~"

Jungkook is about to pout when Namjoon readjusts and cuts the tiniest wedge of cake imaginable. A sliver. Jungkook's mouth falls open in disbelief and he actually does protest now, whining.

"Namjoon! Please! That's mean. You know I want more than that."

Namjoon sets the itty bitty slice on a plate, and Jungkook's scowl deepens as the plate is set in his hands. "Hold this for me, baby... I need a fork-"

Namjoon is back in a moment, sitting down next to him and dipping into Jungkook's side from how heavy Jungkook is on the couch. The tiny piece of cake is offensive on the plate. Jungkook's gaze slides to the fat, glistening mountain of sweetness still perched on his belly. It softly rises and falls as his belly expands with his breath.

"Thank you, dumpling-"

Jungkook's hands are freed from holding the plate and he opens his mouth expectantly, ready for the bite that his feeder will surely spoon into him. Sometimes Namjoon is just sadistic, torturing Jungkook to admire such a massive dessert but only letting him have a tiny portion, like chubby puppy with a treat set on his nose and told to sit and wait and be good.

The bite of cake that Jungkook is waiting for doesn't come.

Jungkook tears his lusty gaze away from the dessert resting on his gut and pouts. All of this teasing is working him up, making him needy and whiney. He wants his mouth full of cake and frosting!

He turns to Namjoon... who is smirking. Namjoon carves off a chunk with his fork, lifts it... and eats it himself.

"Hyung!!" Jungkook squeals in complaint. Namjoon is going to make him watch? He doesn't get any?

"I don't know what you're pouting about, piggy. " Namjoon pops another bite into his own mouth.

"I want cake too!!" He wails and tries to swipe the diminishing sliver on Namjoon's plate, but he's too full to move that much. He just ends up huffing and red-faced.

"Hey! This is my slice, greedy pig. Eat your own." Namjoon pulls the plate out of his reach and gestures to the cake sitting on Jungkook's belly. Suddenly he feels slow and dumb, like his mind is as lazy as his body has become.

"W-what-?"

Namjoon grips his fat chin with his forefinger and thumb. He turns Jungkook's head so his attention is directed towards the massive cake sitting mere inches from his face.

"I said... don't eat mine. Eat yours." Namjoon's lips brush his ear as his hand slides down, over his chin rolls, his doughy chest, and settles on the side of his immense gut.

Jungkook's cheeks heat as he realizes that his 'slice' is the whole entire cake.

"I-" his voice shakes as Namjoon massages into the side of his gut. A gassy bubble of bloat dislodges inside of him, and he belches deeply. The stretched tightness in his stomach softens, giving him room to fill right back up with delicious, heavy cake. "I don't have a fork..." He mumbles, hands resting on the sides of his belly as he stares at the rich, luscious cake just waiting for him. Namjoon chuckles.

"That's never stopped you before." Namjoon pushes against the back of Jungkook's head, guiding his face forwards so his nose, lips, and fat cheeks kiss the sugary frosting.

"Make a big mess for me, pig."

Jungkook moans at the instruction and opens his mouth, sinking into the sweetness.

[fumbledeegrumble]

Feedism is just a kink

And if we’re in a relationship and you don’t want to take part in it, we won’t. I care about the person first, the kink can take a back fuckin’ seat.

In fact, reblog if you agree. Why the hell not- if you promise not to do anything to push your partner(s) into a kink they’re not into, and you’d still love them no matter what, rebloop the hell out of this.

[chubjoon]

would you ever consider writing a short sequel to “what a bakery does to you”? I looove when the baker puts on weight. Maybe something just around Seokjin getting even bigger/obese and needing help to make his pastries cos he gets tired due to the weight?

oh anon, you're giving me ideas that could make me post again right now

I'll honestly try and do that, I feel like it could be insanely good 👀👀

[embonpoint-exaltation]

A WG/FAT FIC THESAURUS:

so basically I read an ton (heh) of gainer fic and wrote down any descriptive words/phrases that I saw and could think of. And here it is!

[brendakthedonutgirl]

Words to turn me on tbh

[chubbybubbyjoonie]

Back to feeder Hobi and his sweet pet Jiminie…

This was longer than expected. 🥴 it was supposed to be a prompt I started this morning and now it’s a whole ass section of a story! (Sorry for any mistakes, I just wrote it on here.)

Oh well, this is A Long Night Full of Treats.

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“It’s been getting harder with the rising of prices, but thankfully, Yoongi is still working as a kitchen hand part time.” Taehyung shrugged his shoulders taking a gulp of his cold beer. “At least he gets a good feed at the restaurant whenever he wants it, but he’s still too shy to eat in front of many people.”

Hoseok smiled, remembering when his Jiminie was like that. Such a cute timid little thing. He would blush when eating a salad on their very first date, only slightly plumped cheeks wobbling as he ate single lettuce leaves to not seem fat. Oh how Hoseok had ruined the boy.

“Namjoon Hyung can be that way too…” Jungkook shrugged. “But he has gotten much better. I think once they push past the judgement and just accept that they love to eat, they get better.” The younger might have been a few years out from the others, but Jungkook had known what he liked coming right into his first relationship, and his Namjoon Hyung was open to give anything a try for his cute bun.

“But it’s so sweet how you support him Kookie.” Seokjin, their eldest friend smiled. He was different to the other boys. Instead of having a partner to feed or being the feedee, he did all the work himself, preferring to be independent. He was free to do whatever he wanted, and everyone knew with a face like that, even with a layer of chub, he could have any partner he wanted casually. “The love you show him just keeps him going too… maybe Hoseok would like to give it a try.” Jin side eyed the elder.

Hoseok scoffed indignantly, turning to where the three feedies were currently devouring pub meals. Yoongi was working on his steak, choosing no salad for today. Namjoon was currently slurping up his side bowl of carbonara pasta, after finishing his spear ribs, but Jimin… the biggest boy over there and definitely in the room, was working on his third plate of parmigiana, loaded with extra everything, just how he liked.

His Jiminie was the best success story amongst all the feeders Hoseok knew. Everyone got envious of how quickly he managed to add pounds onto his piggy’s body. Jimin’s normal rate of weight gain per week was close to 15 pounds. His tubby boy was eating over 4500 calories per day at this point. Which might seem hard to many, but Hoseok had his ways.

“I don’t need to shower Jimin-ah with love. He’s a big boy, literally. He knows our dynamic and he loves it.” Hoseok was known around for his stern attitude. All the boys had paid witness to his forceful stuffings, or the way he’d make Jimin walk far more than necessary to humiliate the younger. Sometimes they even wondered why Jimin stuck around.

“If you didn’t notice Jimin is the prized hog here. Your little sows are nothing compared to my piggy.” Everyone’s eyes now flicked over to the lardy boy, who had finished his third plate of chicken and now moved onto his last plate, a full rack of ribs.

Sighing, the three boys couldn’t argue. Hoseok had a point. The dominant male always overpowered his submissive partner, where as the others, for the time being, kept that relationship mentality even with their feedies. They were all equal.

Over at the table, Yoongi watched with wide eyes as Jimin groaned, working hard to keep eating, despite how full he felt. His stomach was rock hard at this point, which was unusual with how large it had gotten.

“Aren’t you full, Jimin-ah?” Yoongi reached a hand over to the youngers, trying to make him pause for a moment. The wheezing really making him worry.

Jimin’s dull eyes barely even looked at the elder before he took his next bite. He needed to keep up his momentum or he’d fail.

“Don’t feel too bad Hyung.” Namjoon shrugged. He had been eating with Jimin a little longer than Yoongi had. He had gotten used to how Jimin worked. “He won’t stop till he’s done.”

Yoongi couldn’t understand it. He knew he still had a long way to go before he even came close to Jimin’s years of experience in the field, however he still liked to think it was supposed to be enjoyable. He liked gaining because he wanted to eat his favourite foods and add a little meat to his bones. He loved that Taehyung supported him through the whole adventure.

Yoongi knew Namjoon was similar. Though he was larger than Yoongi’s new pudgy body, having gained himself a good layover of fat all over and a hefty beer belly, he still looked to just enjoy himself. He could say no when he wanted too, but Jimin… sometimes it felt like this was his livelihood. That he would fail to exist without stuffing his fat face. It made Yoongi uneasy.

“How’s my Hyungie doing?” Taehyung turned up right behind him, rubbing up his still slim arms. The youngers touch warm and soft. “Need a hand?” Taehyung had obviously noticed how he had stopped eating and offered to feed him the rest of the dinner.

Jungkook looked to do the same for Namjoon, Seokjin joining in to help the chubby boy with the rest of his meal.

It was only Jimin who continued to work hard, while Hoseok remained on his seat at the table a couple feet away. He even had his back to them, just drinking his beer casually. But to no one’s surprise, it was Jimin who finished his plate first.

All 12 ribs cleared of all meat. The plate licked clean. He finished it all with a scull of his jug of coke and a loud burp. With clean fingers and a full stomach, he leaned back finally, hands spread wide against his dome of a belly. “Hyung.” Was the only thing Yoongi had heard him say all meal, and it was only then Hoseok approached the boy.

“Good job.” He nodded, as if Hoseok was a higher up boss, being forced to congratulate a pleb employee like Jimin. The pathetic pat on the back added even more discomfort to the fit to burst Jimin, jostling him with a moan.

“Come now Jimin.” Hoseok said after a moment, not really letting Jimin process his meals at all. The five others sighed, looking a little sympathetic for their friend, but if Jimin’s didn’t care, they would try not to either.

The fat boy pushed himself up, his tummy pulling at his shirt which had been somewhat lose when he arrived but was now pulling at the buttons. More so, his belt was completely undone, the clacking of metal on metal unmistakable and his pant button popped open, only his wide hips keeping his trousers on. His underhanging belly was covering it for the most part, popping out the bottom of his shirt.

Jimin stifled a burp as he got to his feet, a small toot of gas bursting from his behind instead. He only waved at his friends, not sure he could open his mouth without letting all the bubbles out. Hoseok speaking for him as he said goodbye, ignoring the tight lipped smiles of all his friends unhappy with his actions.

Hoseok sped up to take over Jimin, leading the large boy out of the room finally. They had only two streets to cross before their house, but that was still enough to disrupt Jimin’s very sensitive tummy.

“Hyungie…” he called, falling behind a little as they only just crossed the street from the pub. Hoseok paused, turning to his whining baby. He knew what Jimin wanted, but he wouldn’t get it yet.

“Come on Jimin-Ah. Hurry up.” He huffed, taking the boy’s chubby hand in his and pulling, making Jimin’s fat legs work faster. He whined at being shaken up even more, the food and gas feeling like it was going to find a way to come back up soon. Still, he persevered. Hoseok had done this to him many times by now.

When they finally reached their house, Jimin huffed by the door step waiting for his boyfriend to open the door. He needed a little break after practically speed waddling the whole way. His thighs would be sore tomorrow from the chafe.

“I think it’s straight into the bath for you piggy.” Hoseok poked at Jimin’s shirt. The younger didn’t know why until he got inside and looked in the mirror. His fat chin had leaked sauce onto the neck of his shirt, but with such a big double chin, Jimin didn’t even see it.

Accepting whatever his boyfriend wanted him to do, he waddled straight to the bathroom, plopping down on the toilet, lid up, waiting for Hoseok to come help.

Jimin glanced around the room in the mean time only to find a set of candles surrounding the tub. An oil infuser was filling the place with a lovely floral scent and a bouquet of roses sat in the corner of their hot tub sized bath. It looked beautiful and Jimin wondered when Hoseok had time to put it all together.

“Is it to my loves liking?”

The elder stepped into the room, his clothes gone apart from his boxers where Jimin could see his very obvious boner. Jimin had thought he had forgotten…

“You did all this?” He asked with a dumb smile, his eyes having brightened considerably from the dull look back at the pub.

“Of course I did. It’s valentines. Just because you’re my fat piggy, doesn’t mean you don’t deserve to be spoilt too… you know I love you.” Hoseok smiled, the love heart shape perfectly fitting for the day.

Jimin had honestly been questioning his Hyungs love recently, feeling more like a toy than a person, but today showed him different. He knew he was special to Hoseok, the elder had an odd way of showing it, but he did take care of Jimin well.

Jimin cooed at the elder, raising his hands up, excited to get into their large bathtub, ready for a “long night full of treats” as Hoseok put it. Jimin could envision them fucking all night long…

He slid down into the tub after getting stripped, the water only a quarter filled because Jimin’s body weight was far to large and Hoseok didn’t want a slip hazard for later.

“Thank you so much Hyungie.” Jimin smiled happy to be all warm in the tub. Hoseok sat beside him on the edge, rubbing at Jimin’s large belly while it domed out of the water when he sat back, like a little island in the vast expanse of bath water.

“That’s ok baby. Are you ready for your first treat?” Jimin nodded, elated when his Hyungs hand slipped into the water, slipping down the underside of Jimin’s big belly. His hand was so close to his cock, it had Jimin’s eyes rolling closed, his mouth dropping open in a moan.

“Fuccc-mhm.” Jimin’s eyes shot open when something cold and sweet was shoved into his mouth. He looked down to see the elder pulling the green tip of a strawberry away. “One down baby many to go.” Hoseok smiled as Jimin’s belly growled in discomfort.

He supposes the elder did say a long night full of treats.

[chubjoon]

thought I would write more during the summer but the biggest brain fart occurred these past months and I couldn't write anything :(

[chubjoon]

also.

THIS FANFICTION. I've been obsessed with it since I first read it. it's incredible. It never gets old lol it always does the trick for me, it's just THAT GOOD

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40109238

[chubjoon]

I have to add, this fic is also one I always come back to. actually inspired me on You can't call me idol, but I'll never compare to it, it's too good!!!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22933105

[chubjoon]

also.

THIS FANFICTION. I've been obsessed with it since I first read it. it's incredible. It never gets old lol it always does the trick for me, it's just THAT GOOD

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40109238

[chubjoon]

I've recently been getting into some ABO stuff on AO3 and I finally realized why I hated it before.

The only few ones I read before were too feminizing in my opinion and it irked me to the core, and I thought that mpreg was also what made me hate this genre but no???

Idk, I think that when it's normal in the universe and treated that way with no over exaggerations on any specific things it's fine. Yes I'm sharing this here out of nowhere but tell me what you think abt that I'm curious

[chubjoon]

I'm here to complain about myself‼️‼️

In the feedism community, I've always been more of a feeder/admirer type than a feedee (not that I took any of those roles ever in real life tho lol)

but sometimes I still wish I was bigger than I am currently, I'm naturally built like a dying victorian child and it frustrates me, even sometimes disgust me tbh cuz you can see and feel my bones all the time and argh I hate it it creeps me out

I eat a lot too, sometimes I feel like I'm acting the same as the feedees in my stories but even then I'm capable of losing weight out of nowhere???

it's so infuriating and I wish I wasn't like that, like I said earlier I'm more of an admirer cuz fat people, except for being hot, are also soft and it's just so nice to cuddle with them :((

it's just not as nice to hug a freaking stick bug like me in comparison 💀 I'm not even comfortable laying down in bed, I'm sure hugs with me feel like hugging a sad miserable lawn chair

ANYWAYS. I don't know if anyone will read it or even if I have the right to complain since I'm skinny but I'm so so done with it and I'm so frustrated

[paletademuerte]

FAT NAMJOON FAT NAMJOON FAT NAMJOON

FAT NAMJOON FAT NAMJOON FAT NAMJOON

he blonde >.<