When Jimin arrives home, he's greeted with the sight of his chubby boyfriend lounging lazily on their couch and stuffing his cheeks full of noodles. Jungkook sports a heavy gut framed by a too-tight waistband and an equally snug shirt, one that's currently straining and rolled up above his navel. The poor little Hello Kitty printed on it looks stretched tight, like Jungkook's weight gain has caused the cartoon character to widen substantially. Jungkook scrapes out the bottom of his ramen bowl, where it rests on the distended curve of his belly like a table. From a glance at the wrappers messily littering the countertop, it's his fourth helping.
Jimin leans his hip against the doorframe and admires how round his boyfriend is growing. The hefty swell of gut is dominating his lap, stuffed thick with fat and bloated with ramen.
What if I tried gaining a few pounds... Jungkook had said. I only want to get chubby.
Jimin snickers as he pads over to his cute, fattened ham of a boyfriend. Jungkook finally notices Jimin's presence now that his food is devoured, and he makes the cutest squeal of delight that his feeder is finally home.
Jimin can't help but indulge him, cutting off his piggy squeals of delight with a kiss, before settling his hands on Jungkook's gut, currently gorged with noodles.
"Someone's stuffed themselves silly," Jimin teases between kisses, rubbing his palms into the heat of Jungkook's upper belly. His boyfriend's middle practically radiates warmth as his stomach attempts to digest the onslaught of food now sitting in him. An angry little gurgle bubbles against his hands.
Jungkook tries to suppress a burp as Jimin's fingers hit just the right spot, and instead, he hiccups so hard it looks painful. His entire gut jostles from the movement, and his cheeks heat up as he hiccups again and again. A classic sign that his feedee stuffed himself too fast and too heavy.
"S-sorry I- hic- was too hungry to- hic- to wait."
Jungkook's rounded cheeks are flushed a pretty cherry red in deep-seated embarrassment. Jimin thinks it's so cute how his chubby pet of a boyfriend gorged himself on noodles because he couldn't stand the ache of an empty stomach for even a second. Jimin kisses him all over his cheeks, nose, and lips in reward, soothing over Jungkook's full middle with gentle rubs to calm the heady gurgles of protest at being so overfed. He hums in pleasure as Jungkook squirms.
"Hyung is glad that you ate well, baby. You're so pretty when you're too fat to move." Jimin cooes in his praising voice, patting Jungkook's stuffed belly before standing up to make his own dinner.
The whine of delighted protest at Jimin's words tugs the corners of his lips up even further. The feeder pushes down the temptation to slap the side of Jungkook's gut to force out the belch he's clearly struggling to keep in, and instead, he pinches Jungkook's pudgy bunny cheeks.
Jungkook's eyes follow him to the kitchen, a pout on his plush lips at being left to tend to his glutted body himself.
Jimin cooks, humming to himself and periodically glancing over to check on Jungkook, who is still resting on the couch with his palms rubbing into the obscenely large bulge in his middle. Jimin wonders if Jungkook really is that full, or if he just looks that stuffed from his new weight gain, causing his belly to fill up and push out.
Too much fattening up in too little time. Not that Jungkook feels that way about it. He'd grow even faster if his body would let him.
Casually, from the couch, Jungkook's voice rises to compliment Jimin's thoughts, "That smells good."
Greedy.
Jimin grins into his frying pan. He intentionally cooked up much more than necessary in anticipation of Jungkook always thinking with his appetite. His sensitive nose had a direct line to Jungkook's stomach. Anything that he smelled and deemed yummy, he wanted to stuff down his gullet.
Jimin dishes up a small amount for himself and settles back on the couch, pointedly ignoring how his boyfriend's tongue wets his lips, just like a drooling puppy. He strings Jungkook along with conversation while he eats. "Did you have a good day, baby?"
Jimin leans back into Jungkook's open arm. It's one of his favorite spots on his squished-up teddy bear of a boyfriend. He snuggles against Jungkook's warm side as the chubby limb wraps around him and keeps him close. He doesn't miss the way Jungkook uses pulling Jimin closer as an excuse to maybe sneak a bite or two.
"It was fine," he dismisses, focused only on one thing. "What did you make? It smells delicious," Jungkook peeks into Jimin's bowl. Jimin slowly lifts a bundle of sautĂŠed meat and vegetables to blow on them. It cools the bite off and wafts the scent to his greedy boy.
Jungkook leans a little bit closer.
"Just some dinner I whipped up," Jimin nonchalantly replies as Jungkook's eyes widen like a puppy, clearly wanting to be fed from his master's bowl.
"Looks yummy," Jungkook mumbles, entranced, and Jimin hums in approval. He stirs his food and pretends like he doesn't notice how Jungkook is practically begging. The only way that he could make it more obvious is if he were on his hands and knees, drooling, with a wagging tail.
Jimin smiles into his steaming bowl as his adorable, chubby feedee shifts his weight with how much he wants Jimin's cooking.
In seconds, Jungkook will be whining with need.
Jimin blows on another bite and enjoys teasing him right down to his core. Jungkook has gotten so greedy that it's a delight to deny him any treats. Ever since he started gaining, Jungkook has grown so needy about food, so dumbed down and lusting after any morsel that he can push past his lips. He's clearly already forgotten that he currently has a feast for a whole family settled inside his gluttonous gut.
Just because Jimin is a menace, he makes a low, contented noise after taking another delicious mouthful. Jungkook practically squirms next to him, watching the contents of the bowl slowly disappear. There are only a few nibbles left, and Jimin purposefully pushes them around for a few seconds, waiting patiently.
Jungkook breaks.
"C-can I have some?"
Jimin looks over at Jungkook square on for the first time since he sat down and began teasing him. His boyfriend is staring at Jimin's bowl, eyes big, cheeks rosy, and pouty lips begging. He really does look just like a puppy.
Perhaps if it were another night, Jimin would indulge his baby and feed him every last bite. However, Jimin knows how much Jungkook loves being teased. He's not getting off the hook so easily.
"But this is my dinner, baby," he grins, eating another piece and watching Jungkook's hungry gaze follow the glazed chunk of chicken in his chopsticks. "You already had yours," he pats Jungkook's belly meaningfully, distended and giving a little jiggle from Jimin's hand petting his blubber.
Jungkook pouts even as his ears flush. "But- m'not full," he counters, and nibbles on his lip anxiously as Jimin eats the second-to-last bite.
"Your stuffed, gurgling belly says differently, pudgy pup," he teases more, giving Jungkook's rounded belly another little wobble. A burp bubbles up, but Jungkook doesn't even have half of his mind to suppress it like earlier.
"Not stuffed," Jungkook's eyes are hazy as he stares with longing at the last bite, "m'tummy is fatter than before. Can hold more food. I promise I'm not stuffed."
A laugh tumbles out of Jimin at that confession. He decides to not torture his feedee anymore after such a cute admission of Jungkook's hedonism. He dotingly gives Jungkook the last bite, and his boyfriend excitedly opens his mouth to receive it. Jimin quirks an eyebrow as Jungkook chews and swallows.
"Is it everything you wanted and more, greedy boy?" He teases, and Jungkook's cheeks darken as he realizes how deep he fell into begging for a single, measly bite. Jimin pecks his blushing cheek, nuzzling him and lowering his voice, "You're so cute when you get dumb with greed." He rubs Jungkook's belly as his boyfriend whimpers with humiliation at being broken down so easily.
Jimin leans into it.
"All of those stuffings are starting to really fatten you up, huh, baby?" He smiles against Jungkook's neck, kissing him and giving his padded belly a firm squeeze. His fingers sink in.
"I... I've gained a lot since we last weighed me," Jungkook mumbles breathily as Jimin thumbs his deepened navel.
"How much? Did you weigh yourself without me? You know the rules, baby. Your self-control is degrading faster than that pretty head of yours." He gives the bottom of Jungkook's belly a teasing squeeze. His boyfriend feels so plush and plump, his doughy form is definitely fuller with added fat.
Jungkook slurs, syrupy in his headspace. "Can't help it. I popped open the button of my pants today at lunch and needed to know... It was all I could think about today. Ran right to the scale when I got home after work-"
Jimin nips at Jungkook's pudged up chin as he imagines that. "And? How much fatter are you, puppy?"
"Twenty six," Jungkook confesses on a breathy moan.
Jimin could purr with satisfaction. He pulls away from Jungkook's neck before he can start sucking hickeys, and he takes a good look at him.
His boyfriend looks rich and rounded. Eyes lidded and hazy as he admires his own full belly. Jungkook's chin is heavily doubled as he looks down at himself. His lips and cheeks are flushed with heated pleasure, his arms are hefty and squishy, and even his fingers look chubbier, like cute plump sausages.
Jimin slowly licks over his lips with hunger as his gaze slides down Jungkook's rolls. Jungkook's chest is soft and plush. His sides crease into thickened stacks of tub. Even though he has a big dinner stuffed inside of him, his gut is spilling over his waistband to settle across the tops of his wide thighs. The skin around his navel is stretched tight, and flushed pink marks fan along the thick roll of creamy fat. New, bright red stretch marks kiss over his ample love handles.
Jimin reaches forward and slides his fingers up underneath Jungkook's snug shirt. He gets two handfuls of thick chub on his sides and squeezes, rubbing his thumbs back and forth.
The adoring touches drag Jungkook's melted gaze back to his.
"Twenty-six pounds," Jimin murmurs with praise, squeezing the pooling of buttery chub in his hands. "What a good boy. You're fattening so well for me."
Jungkook's cheeks darken even more as the flush travels to his ears and down his neck. Jimin pushes up the shirt that clings to his rolls to free the suppressed blubber underneath. Jungkook's belly jiggles forward with freedom, plump and rolling even further onto his thighs to relax. Pushing up his shirt reveals even more red marks that cut through the flushed pink swell of his upper belly. Jimin gently pets over them, feeling just how snug Jungkook's skin is, laid over a bulky layer of padding.
Jungkook is outgrowing his own limits.
"Sweetheart," Jimin softens, gently rubbing a palm over the divot of his belly button and down the tender stretch marks decorating the rich rolls. "Haven't you been applying that lotion I got you? It's supposed to help your skin from hurting so much. You're even more pink. These stretch marks must be sensitive, baby." He holds his palms against Jungkook's belly as comforting weights.
"I- I have," his boyfriend mumbles, chubby fingers playing with the stretched hem of his shirt, sitting limp on the top of his belly. "I think I've just gained too quickly for it to make much of a difference. You're feeding me so well." His shyness is permeated with arousal as his voice trembles, and his hips squirm. Jimin cooes again and rubs his feedee's gut: stuffed twenty-six pounds fatter and counting.
"Well, then, you're just fattening right up, aren't you? Those numbers on the scale are only going to climb higher with how well you're gaining." He lets the teasing seep back into his voice. The feeder knows just exactly when Jungkook needs it. His boyfriend's needy whine confirms his thoughts.
Jimin leans forward against Jungkook's weight and presses a kiss to each of his chubby cheeks, then to the pudge beneath his chin, then finally to his pouty, bitten lips.
"My good, fat boy deserves a long, heavy feeding session tonight, don't you?"
Jungkook's whimper spills up and out of him before his mind can form a coherent reply.
Jimin gets up and grabs his bowl to refill it. Jungkook stares up at him with his mouth hanging open, dumb and shocked at being abandoned so suddenly after having those words poured over him like syrup on pancakes.
Jimin giggles and ruffles Jungkook's hair. "Don't worry puppy, I'm coming right back."
From Jimin's view in the kitchen, Jungkook looks like a round dollop of whipped cream. His clothes and hair are rucked up, and his chubby hands rest on the sides of his fat-filled belly, subtly feeling his own weight while he keeps himself entertained in Jimin's absence. The red stretch marks appear more pronounced from a distance, disrupting his silky skin. Jungkook's big doe eyes are dazed from lust as he just blinks, clearly too deep in his headspace from Jimin to even attempt to clear his mind. Jimin grins at how adorable his chubby boyfriend is. He loads up the rest of the food that he made into the bowl, walking back over to the couch and grabbing his discarded chopsticks. Jungkook slowly blinks up at him, adorable and fat.
"Of course, I made enough for you when I cooked. Hyung planned on stuffing you tonight, baby." Jimin settles back down, sitting on his chunky thighs and straddling him.
Jungkook's eyes light up at the words, and his nose twitches at the delicious scent. He lets out a dazed noise halfway between a mewl and a moan. The promise of being fed and stuffed always does this to him. It reduces Jungkook down to a greedy little pet, dumb and begging for anything that Jimin will give him.
Jimin grabs a mix of meat and veggies, and Jungkook automatically drops open his mouth to be fed.
Tags: Wolf Namjoon, Bunny Koo, feedism, predator/prey, flirting, they're so cute and they're both fat <3
Tubby prey hybrid Jungkook secretly watches POV feeding videos late at night.
He lays in bed with a little bun paw on his soft belly, slowly rubbing, as he gorges on snacks while he favorite predator streamer tells him he's a good little prey and that he's fattening up so well.
Jungkook knows he shouldn't like it, but part of him doesn't care. The wolf hybrid is so thick and hot, with a heavy gut of his own.
Jungkook finds that the only way he wants to jerk himself off these days is while watching a feeding video. While feeling his tummy push out with snacks. Listening to his favorite wolfie purr that his little prey is fattening up so well.
The cute bun is rounding out from doing this so often. He rewatches old videos and always pays for the new ones. His favorite way to cum is with his slowly thickening gut squishing under his chubby fingers and his big feeder wolf purring in his headphones and whispering what a fat, yummy prey Jungkook is turning into.
...
Imagine his absolute petrified arousal when Jungkook runs into Namjoon in person at a cafe.
And the wolf peeks over at him, his gaze appreciatively enjoying the cute, fattened prey.
Jungkook is panic eating a muffin at his favorite cafe, unsure if he should go over. What would he say? "I've gotten so fat from your videos-" he blushes as he shoves more food into his bunny cheeks. The wolf rumbles with enjoyment as he watches the little fatty gorge himself.
In the most recent video, Namjoon showed his little feedee preys his own gut for the first time. Lifted up his shirt and rubbed at the fat. Told them that he was this big from being such a greedy predator. That Jungkook, his plump prey, going to make him even fatter... Jungkook came right into his hands.
Jungkook begins chugging down his milkshake when the wolf finally gets up and pads over in his direction. Jungkook can't help the way that his face flushes. Red chubby bunny cheekies. Love handles forcing up his too-tight shirt. The cutest, fattest little bunny. How could Namjoon not go over and flirt with him?
Namjoon is quite the chub slut himself.
Namjoon comes up to the bun, leaning against the table where Jungkook's upper belly gently sits on top. "Hi cutie~" His voice is so much better in person. Jungkook thinks he might combust as he has to tilt his head up to look at him. The wolf is... so much larger than he thought. In every way. "B-big..." tumbles out, cheeks flushed red, bunny ears flopped, eyes wide.
The wolf chuckles and sits next to him. "It must be nerve racking to be approached by a predator-" he misreads Jungkook's panicked scent. "I promise I don't bite." He grins. "Not without your consent, anyway."
Jungkook whimpers. He actually whimpers. Namjoon takes a look at the bun's empty drink. "Can I buy you another?" He taps on the empty milkshake glass. "One is never satisfying enough for me."
Jungkook finds himself nodding, his little doubled chin jiggling. The wolf beams at him. "Sit tight, little prey." Namjoon goes to order and Jungkook considers running out the door. His huge crush on the feeder wolf... the one who makes content specifically about fattening prey to eat... He doesn't know what to do. Should he stay and... explore? See what the wolf is like in real life. Maybe it's just a kink. Jungkook would be lying if he wasn't curious. He's so curious.
The predator is back before Jungkook can sort through his thoughts, and he squeaks as a thick strawberry milkshake is placed in front of him by a large hand, and along with it, a fat slice of cake.
"Bun deserves a treat." Namjoon smiles as he sits back down. Jungkook's cheeks heat again. Is he... trying feed him up? He must be- oh gods. "Eat up, darling." Jungkook takes a huge forkfull at the order. He's so used to this voice encouraging him to fatten himself. He loves it so much. He chews and swallows obediently before he even realizes that he just obeyed without question, and his cheeks burn even more red.
The wolf is so patient with him. He doesn't seem to mind that Jungkook is nearly mute with adrenaline and excitement. He sets his chin in his hand and watches the cute bunny gobble down the cake, and then tuck into his milkshake. "So... do you have a name?" Namjoon smiles, and it's so different than the smile that Jungkook is used to seeing, all slinky and predator. The wolf's smile right now is... cute.
"Kookie-" he blurts out. He needs to be cool and sexy, but all he is right now is slightly stuffed and flushed, with the table digging into his belly. He shifts and tries to tug down his shirt where it's rolling up.
"Oh that's adorable. Hi, Kookie. I'm Joon."
Jungkook wants to melt. He's only ever known him by 'Alpha'. Joon is such a cute name for the so, not-cute wolf...
There's a long silence as Jungkook's bunny brain buffers.
"If it's not obvious... I'm interested in you," Namjoon playfully nudges Jungkook's shoulder with his own. "Are you looking around too, or do you have a mate? I'll back off, no problem. I'm a respectful pred."
Namjoon is anything but respectful in his videos.
Jungkook gulps down his shake, and leans back with a soft whine. "I drank that way too fast-" he hiccups, "I'm nervous talking to you-" he burps into his fist and then squeaks. "E-excuse me-"
Namjoon can't help the purr that rumbles in his chest. Jungkook takes a deep breath, trying to calm his jumpy prey heart. Be honest. Calm down. It's fine.
"I'm single." He peeks at Namjoon.
"That's suprising. Such pretty prey are usually snatched up."
Namjoon looks like he just won the lottery. Jungkook feels like he just won the lottery.
"Well... I used to get more attention when I was skinny. Predators like bunnies with tiny, little waists. And I'm not so little anymore-" he chuckles and gives his tummy a pat, watching Namjoonâs gaze slip down to take in how round and jiggly he is. How full of sugar and cream he is, promising to fatten him heavily. Namjoon purrs deeper.
"Not all predators have that opinion, bun."
Jungkook wants to whine again, but he just hiccups. There's so much cream sitting in his belly, weighing him down. He never drinks two of those massive milkshakes. Much less chugs them.
He tries to be the bold version of himself that he is in his fantasies. He shoves his shyness to the side as best he can and musters his courage.
"I'm interested in you too. I like big boys. Bigger than myself." He makes a show of taking Namjoon in. To his delight, the wolf's cheeks tint a pretty, adorable pink. The surge of power that floods Jungkook makes him grin. It quickly bubbles into hedonism as Namjoon next words sink into him.
"You'll get much bigger than me if I have my way with you..."
Jungkook can practically feel the cream in his tummy turn into warm, jiggly chub as Namjoon speaks and so openly admires him. It's like Namjoonâs gaze is making Jungkook fatter. He squirms, but swallows down his prey instincts flaring up with heat.
"You... you'd better prove it then-"
The wolf's eyes glimmer that this tubby little prey basically just challenged him to fatten him up.
Popping this sidequest on my main Sugar Cookie account because it's very feedism-focused and the dark themes are more like a cherry on top instead of the whole cake teehee <3
Piggy-hybrid Jungkook's lazy, slow metabolism kicks in when he presents as old enough to breed. The hybrid has always been able to manage his weight, despite his pig genetics! But now...
He looks down at his belly and oinks. It's pushed out fat in his lap, sitting round and supple on his thighs. Full of warm, jiggly pudge.
"I... I haven't even been eating that much, but I'm still getting fat-" Jungkook complains and pokes the squish, watching it jiggle.
His metabolism has fully given out, so the pig can get round and soft. Perfect for breeding.
Jungkook's slightly older, hog-hybrid boyfriend drools as he watches his once-thin piggy plumpen up. Namjoon can visibly see as the weight settles in Jungkook's tummy, making it push out fatter each day. His belly slowly rounds into what promises to be a rich, fat gut. Namjoon has a few years and a couple hundred pounds on Jungkook. But not for long if the piglet is gaining this well when he isn't even trying. Jungkook has always been small, but Namjoon thinks that maybe his inner pig is making up for it now, fattening him so heavily that Jungkook's skin looks stretched tight and rosy.
Namjoon remembers when he presented a few years ago and how the chub seemed to swell with every meal, multiplying into blubbery rolls as his body grew into what all hogs should be. Fat and spoiled.
He lays his warm hand on Jungkook's plump belly and he affectionately caresses the tub. "Imagine how much weight you'd gain overnight if I stuffed you, Piggy~"
He watches Jungkook's cute, round cheeks bloom pink. Jungkook might complain, but Namjoon knows how much the pig loves that he's finally starting to fatten up. Gaining weight feels like heaven to pigs.
Namjoon leans in and nuzzles him, lightly smacking Jungkook's supple belly to tease him. Namjoon knows that his tum can hold more than Jungkook is currently feeding it. His piglet is in denial. He just needs a little encouragement.
"How much fatter do you think I can feed you by morning?"
The excited, humiliated little squeal that slips out of Jungkook tells Namjoon everything he needs to know.
If you take requests, maybe Jungkook wants to get fatter so he asks obese Namjoon for advice? And he helps him grow even fatter than him and theyâre super into each other but scared to let each other know cause theyâve been only friends for so long⌠>_<
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Jungkook didn't even know who he could go to about his new... desire.
He looks down and nibbles on his lip. The fabric of his shirt is pulled tightly around the soft, thick swell of chub that is now his middle. A round, plump belly bulges up and out of his jeans and begs to droop down over the tight waistline. Jungkook tentatively brings his trembling hands to his tummy and gently pushes in his fingers. They sink deeply into the supple padding that's heavily rounding him out. An embarrassing sound slips out of him as he watches his belly pudge out around the deep dimples where his fingers slowly rub in. Something about the soft fluff in his hands is so addicting...
Jungkook whimpers in the safety of his room as he sits on his bed and squeezes his hands to feel the chub thickening inside of him.
He had been eating more than normal, that much he knew. It was a combination of exhaustion from work and growing cravings that led him to collapse onto his couch every night and lazily order food while he relaxed. Anything that he could get quick and easy for delivery in the city sufficed. Fried rice and sticky sweet orange chicken. So much pizza. Southern pork and creamy mashed potatoes. Butter chicken and fresh, fluffy naan bread. American burgers and fries. Crispy, delicious soondae sausages and spicy tteokbokki. Greasy DĂśner kebabs. Stuffed tacos and fajitas. Loaded nachos. Creamy, cheesy pasta. So many different cuisines and oversized meals fit for two every night. Jungkook had gobbled it all down. And he usually followed it with multiple scoops of ice cream while mindlessly watching television.
Now that Jungkook thinks about it. He's eaten a lot. No wonder he's gotten so fat. Jungkook was always on the thicker side, even as a kid. He teetered the line of chubby for so long, that Jungkook had long ago accepted his soft, wide body as part of who he was. But he's always been strong to balance it out. He exercises. He loves exercising! It's just... he hasn't had time, for a few months now? Has it really been that long?
Jungkook experimentally squeezes his thighs which used to be thick and meaty. They squish heavily under his hands, feeling warm and fluffy, just like his middle. He crosses his arms to assess his biceps and they're the same. Fluffy teddy bear arms.
Jungkook's cheeks heat up with something similar to embarrassment, but borderline yummy and warm. He didn't realize that all of his muscle had melted away and was slowly replaced with chub and thick, pudgy padding.
He's filled out so much. Jungkook's eyes flick back down to his belly, unable to stay away from such a pretty sight. His middle is pushed out round and soft, despite Jungkook's hunger. The bloated-looking curve of his tummy bulges into a lush pool of fat that is so, so close to settling in his lap... Jungkook leans forward an inch and all of the heft spills forwards, resting on his round thighs. Jungkook whines again and admires the warmth sitting fattened in his lap. It's so comforting. So addicting. His hands gently pet down the swell and he experimentally pinches the plump roll at the bottom, curious about how many pounds of chub are really sitting inside of his belly. It must be even more than he thinks? There's just... so much of him filling his own hands. So much soft skin. So much weight.
Fuck- Jungkook is so soft. He feels so pudgy and round and so fucking... good. Jungkook feels so good.
Jungkook's cock is already borderline fully-hard, and the fact that it's pushing up into the weighty bottom of his belly just keeps the blood flowing down and accelerating the problem.
Jungkook needs advice, and there's only one person that he could turn to. There's only one person that he knows who likes getting fat.
Jungkook needs Namjoon-hyung. He needs to tell him everything.
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"Oh, Jungkookie- my sweet little Piggy~"
Jungkook blushes hard at the name. He needs to circle back to that, but Namjoon is still talking, opening up an app on his phone. Of course Namjoon was the right person to talk to about this. His hyung has been gaining on purpose for years, now approaching 400 pounds. He would know what to do. Namjoon has always been a good listener. They're sitting on the couch together, and like always, Jungkook sinks into Namjoon's huge side from his massive hyung being so heavy. Jungkook pants slightly from pouring out everything about how he feels, about how he likes the weight. Being squished into Namjoon's own bulk isn't really making it any better. Or maybe it is. Maybe it's making it a lot better...
"Let me introduce you to the gateway drug for fattening up your cute little starter-kit belly." Namjoon's big thick hand moves to rest right on the swell of Jungkook's middle and he pats him, just like Jungkook is a chubby puppy begging for scraps.
Jungkook bites down on his lip to keep himself from whining. He squeezes his thighs tightly but it does little good. His belly gives a soft, plump jiggle underneath Namjoon's paw-like hand, and the older gauges his reaction just to grin at him. "Look at you! So adorable. Trying not to cum just from a little tummy praise- You're going to be such a good fatty, Jungkookie. It's good you came to hyung. I can help you grow." Namjoon's sausage fingers pat Jungkook's belly again as he grins at him, and Jungkook whines in protest. His chubby cheeks heat up even more, threatening to catch fire as pleasure blooms in the pit of his stomach.
"Hyung!--"
The older cackles, but he leaves his fat hand resting on Jungkook's middle. He gives the pudge a little squeeze and then begins rubbing slow circles. Jungkook wants to melt- it feels so good. His chub bulges out between Namjoon's fingers when he inhales, and it dimples deeply as it's rubbed, following his touch. Another little whine escapes him as he stares down at his belly being rubbed, transfixed. Namjoon thankfully is a good hyung, and he doesn't make fun of Jungkook for his embarrassment or for being so turned on by something as simple as a belly rub.
Namjoon draws Jungkook's attention back to his phone with a smile.
"This is my favorite restaurant. My secret weapon. I swear, you'll chub right up if you start eating here-"
Jungkook reads the name out loud, and his cheeks heat up all over again. "B-Belly Busters...?"
Namjoon snorts at the waver in his voice, and he gives Jungkook's tummy a gentle smack so he jiggles again. Jungkook is sure that he's just teasing him now. "That's right. The food is so fucking heavy and fattening that it'll bust your belly. I swear by this place. Hyung promises, you'll wake up feeling all yummy and thickened up in the morning if you fill up on this stuff-"
Jungkook curiously glances at the menu on Namjoon's phone, failing horribly to ignore the heat bubbling in him at the calorie count listed next to each item. "H-hyung, this is more than I should have in a week..."
Namjoon just grins at him, clearly so fucking pleased at sharing this gem of knowledge. "Hyung will help, Kookie. Your first stuffing is on me. Pick whatever you want for dinner. What do you want to fill your cute little belly with?" Jungkook turns back to the phone, blushing down his chest underneath his shirt by how Namjoon is talking so casually about all of this. About how gaining weight is like a hobby. Namjoon's large hand is still resting on his pudgy middle and slowly rubbing, and it makes Jungkook want to whimper again.
He adds the first thing he sees to the cart, a monsterous burger and fries, dripping with grease and sauce. It honestly looks like it might make his gut swell until he pops if he eats it all. The portions are massive. Namjoon nods in approval, then adds bacon to Jungkook's order. "An extra patty for you... And you'll want to add on the onion rings. You need one of these milkshakes too! They're so fucking delicious-"
Jungkook's eyes bulge as he sees the calorie count of just his milkshake, which is apparently a necessity. "W-what's in it to make it that high?" Namjoon just shrugs and adds a banana one for Jungkook, and a vanilla one for himself.
"Does it matter? It's delicious and creamy and so fucking fattening. You're gonna love it." Jungkook's mouth waters as he looks down at himself. He imagines those thousands of calories inside of his tummy. Waking up visibly fatter sounds like a dream.
"Okay." He gulps. His belly is so hot underneath Namjoon's hand. "Okay. I'm so in, hyung. I want to try this so badly."
Namjoon pets his other hand through Jungkook's hair and all but cooes as he places their order for delivery. Jungkook receives another belly pat like he's being praised for agreeing to eat up what Namjoon is going to feed him. Fuck-
He didn't even see what Namjoon ordered for himself, but somehow the bill rose to nearly the amount that Jungkook spends on his groceries for an entire week.
"We're going to stuff you tonight until you're pinned under your gut and mewling for belly rubs, Kookie. I can't wait to see how you feel. I hope you love it so much."
Jungkook's thighs squeeze again. Namjoon smiles at him with his doubled chins bulging and his eyes twinkling as he gropes Jungkook's soft belly. It makes him feel like Namjoon is measuring how much he squishes in his hands, like he's taking note of all of the softness inside of him. Like he is gauging where Jungkook is at, so he can assess how much he grows while eating. So he can measure just how full his belly can stretch. So he has a starting point to see how much this one stuffing will affect his waistline tomorrow. So he can see how fat Jungkook gets overnight. Fuck fuck fuck.
"Fuck, I'm going to cum tonight-" Jungkook blurts out. His mind is so full of thoughts that should be illegal. Namjoon laughs so heartily with delight that his gelatinous gut shakes.
Soft, tubby Omega Jungkook is tired of how Alphas treat him. He wants to be doted on, not owned. For some reason, Alphas see the curvy boy and think it's their right to sink their teeth in and take a bite. Jungkook is so fed up, he's thinking of swearing off Alphas for good.
He complains to his best friend Jimin after every sour date. Is it so hard to consider that an Omega might want more from a hookup? More than the same hard, fast brutal pace that every rut-crazed Alpha gives, overly eager to pop a knot with such a soft, pretty thing underneath them. Only focused on themselves with brutal hands grabbing soft pudge, greedy and taking rather than ever considering giving.
Jungkook is over it.
Jimin understands so well. He snuggles Jungkook and massages through his dark curls as the Omega whines and pouts. The Beta's scent is inoffensive to Jungkook's sensitive nose. Soft sun-soaked linen in spring, not the deep overpowering musks and dominating spices that radiate off of Alphas and make Jungkook want to sneeze.
"I'm over it for good, hyung!" Jungkook whines for the millionth time, snuggling into Jimin's comforting sweetness, "why can't Alphas just be... better."
Jimin snorts in agreement. He's been through his fair share. Jungkook whines for help again, sulky and at wits end.
"Koo, have you ever considered trying a Beta? I can assure you that my experience has been quite the opposite. We have to work harder to pleasure, you know? We don't have all of those pheromones and whatnot to do the heavy lifting for us."
Jungkook sits up as the words sink in, now keenly aware that he's plopped in Jimin's lap.
"I-"
Jimin quirks a brow, and Jungkook squeaks.
"Hyung, are you flirting with me?"
Jimin shrugs playfully, but his hands resting on Jungkook's soft hips give a little squeeze. "Only if you're wanting me to. I was just proposing a solution to your problem, not saying it has to be me."
Jungkook purses his lips, thinking. Jimin... might be right. "It's good advice..." he mumbles. He's never really considered Betas an option before, and he really takes a moment to study Jimin's face. It's one that he's known from countless years of friendship. Soft, full lips. Curved almond eyes that crinkle with Jimin's smile. Gentle slopes rather than the sharp angles and harsh lines characteristic of Alphas. Warm. Safe.
"You're staring at me." Jimin chuckles, "is there something on my face?"
Jungkook shakes his head no, full cheeks feeling warm. He gulps. "Is that, um... are you offering?"
Jimin blanches, all of his playful flirtation so present in their friendship fizzled away the second it becomes real.
"Koo, I wasn't trying to come onto you or anything, especially when you're vulnerable- Just- I was just trying to make you feel better-"
Jungkook can't help but smile. Jimin is always so sweet. "No, Minie, you make a valid point. As you say... I haven't tried a Beta. It might be just what I need... A new flavor, so to speak." Something switches in Jungkook's mind, a shift in their dynamic. Sitting on Jimin's lap like this, perched over him with his soft tummy and chest pressed against Jimin's lean one... Jungkook suddenly feels so pretty. So soft and powerful at the same time.
"Would you like to, hyung?" He leans in, caging Jimin with his elbows sinking into the back of the couch. Jimin's cheeks are staining with color as Jungkook's confidence increases by the minute.
"L-like to what?"
"Try an Omega..." Jungkook all but purrs, nose brushing Jimin's.
"Baby, please-" Jimin's affectionate nickname has never felt so charged as it does falling off of his lips with a soft exhale. "We would need to talk it through first. So you feel safe."
"I am safe with you, hyung." Jungkook nuzzles against Jimin's warm cheek, now completely draped over him.
"Our friendship-" Jimin's voice sounds like he's hanging onto the last thread of rationale.
"...doesn't have to change." Jungkook smiles and presses a kiss to Jimin's temple. "You can still be my best friend... just with benefits."
Jimin swears, fingers digging into Jungkook's thighs.
"Come on-" Jungkook goads, lips at Jimin's ear as his fingers slide into his hair. "Prove it, hyung. Show me how hard Betas work to give pleasure. Show me what I'm missing out on."
Jimin's will is crumbling. Jungkook can feel it breaking underneath his hands. He knows just what to ask, Jimin has always been affectionate with his compliments on Jungkook's soft, chubby appearance.
"Don't you find me pretty, hyung?"
Jimin's hands slide up Jungkook's back underneath his sweater. His touch is so light and delicate, so opposite to what Jungkook is used to. "You know I do, Koo."
Jungkook smiles like he's won. "Then make me feel pretty."
Jungkook was expecting what any Alpha would do. Flip him over onto his back and grope him. He wasn't expecting fingertips to trace down his spine. For the touch of warm lips against his soft jaw like butterfly wings, kissing his skin just for the sake of leaving behind little tingles. For Jimin's other hand to pet the nape of his neck and tilt his head to the side reverently. For slow touches that are simply to trace over his shape in admiration, not asking for anything in return.
Jungkook suddenly feels in unfamiliar territory.
Jimin gives in.
"You've never really been enjoyed, have you, baby? Used, yes. But not savored... nice and slow." Jimin's breath is warm against Jungkook's skin, and the whispers send heat into his belly. Jimin is warming him up degree by degree, so different than being thrown into the heat like he's been all his life. Jimin's Beta purr is muted and unthreatening, unlike the overpowering growl of Alphas. It's comforting like the rest of him.
Jimin's lips dust across his neck, like Jungkook is precious. "I'll treat you with the gentleness and adoration you deserve."
Jungkook shivers. This is exactly what he was missing out on. He just didn't know that it was within his grasp this whole time.
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.
(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.
Seokjin returns from studying abroad in America for 4 years as he gets a PhD. Namjoon patiently waited for his hyung that he's had a crush on for as long as he can remember. When Seokjin finally returns to Korea, Namjoon rushes out to meet him. What he's greeted with is a man the size of 6 Seokjins. But he still has those same sweet crinkly eyes, the same luscious lips, the same squeaky endearing laugh. Namjoon is shocked into silence as he gets the softest, squishiest hug of his life, and he sinks a good 12 inches into Seokjin's belly as massive arms squeeze him.
"Namjoonie! You're all grown up!" Namjoon blushes at the affectionate nickname, proving that their time apart hasn't caused awkward, stiff boundaries of formality to grow between them. Nothing about Seokjin is stiff or awkward. He's all soft, sweet, flabby rolls that bulge around Namjoon like they can engulf his gangly form. Piles of blubber gently slosh over him as Namjoon's hands submerge deeper with the bear hug. He tilts his head up to look at Seokjin, and is face to face with a heavy pool of pudge underneath his chin, creasing into three plump rolls as Seokjin looks down at him with a smile.
"You grew as pretty as I did fat, Namjoonie-" Seokjin pinches Namjoon's blushing cheeks as he sputters in embarrassment.
I've been trying to figure out logistics of how to write some things??? I have no idea what ppl like when it comes to a pred eating a prey.
Personally, I prefer swallowing whole because it allows for the pred to talk to their belly, give the prey pets and rubs ect.
But figuring out HOW to go about that??? The only thing I can think of is magically shrinking them so the pred can swallow them, then the prey grows back to regular chubby size in their belly.
Namjoon looks down at his belly and admires how round he's getting. He presses his fingertip into his belly button to curiously measure how deep his navel is. Pudge squishes up around his finger, reaching another knuckle. He's getting fatter. His belly is adorned with pretty, pink stretch marks that radiate out from the crest of his middle, right where his navel sits. It's steadily stretching deeper and wider as his gut fills with thick, fluffy weight.
He licks his lips and purrs down at the sight, fingering the deep divot and imagining his navel growing even bigger.
They're all his own recipes. "Lovingly made and self-tested!" He pats his belly proudly. "Every recipe is delicious and specially designed to fatten." Seokjin beams. "Whether it's for you or a loved one, you'll swell with success!!"
Over the years of gaining himself and helping countless feedees, Jin has carefully crafted all of his recipes, modifying them specifically for gaining. He imparts his years of knowledge and experience for eager gainers, for singles and couples alike.
His feedees have always seen instant results, and now he wants to share his feeding methods. Jin has always been enamored with how each person gains fat differently, and he's become skilled through the years of altering his cooking depending on what type of chub his feedee (or himself) wants to encourage.
Jin's cook book is curated with the most successful recipes for different kinds of growth. He has the book broken up into recipes organized by what type of fat the reader wants to gain. Instead of "breakfast, mains, sides, desserts", his book is organized by the results the reader wants, with chapter headings like: "Soft Squish; Face and Double chin; Belly; Firm Fat; Love Handles; Arms and Chest; Bottom Heavy; Curves and Rolls; and 'Great for Beginners!'"
It's incredibly obvious how much his book is a labor of love, backed with impressive experience. Jin has tons of notes written in the pages explaining how each recipe settles into different types of fat depending on the ingredients, and lists of what to eat and when if someone wants a whole-body balanced gain rather than focusing on growing one area.
Jin writes in his book things like, "this dessert is great for a plump, jiggly lower belly." And on another "this burger will help thicken up anyone who is lusting after firm fat. Pairs excellent with fizzy beer. Great for gas!"
Aside from the indulgent recipes and nuggets of knowledge, the photos in the book are to die for. Jin spent months perfecting them so each page makes the reader's mouth water and motivates them to try cooking it themselves. Everything looks so decadent and delicious. Even Jin thinks that his book is irresistible.
The portions are strategically just the right size to leave a feedee comfortably full. Jin doesn't want them hurting. His recipes work because of how calorie-heavy they are. Everything is carefully sized to slowly grow a feedee's stomach and appetite. To make their belly push out warm and rich after their meal so they're satisfied and full of the most fattening cooking they've ever had, but not so heavy as to be in pain.
People can get results that they want by following different recipes. Creamy desserts for rich belly fat and curves. Hearty, greasy savory food for thick guts and fat hips. Pastries and pies for bottom heavy babies. Salty snacks for helping out a doubled chin. And whole feast to share on holidays when feedees get together.
Jin usually accompanies each recipe with instructions for after eating too. They never stop at "enjoy!" They are filled with tips and tricks that Jin has found most effective in his years of feeding.
"You'll want to lay down and nap after this one, so best to have it at night. Did you know that you get fatter if you fall asleep on a full tummy!"
"Eat this one slowly. It's tempting to chow down, but it's incredibly rich. This should be halved (and shared đ)."
"These sugary pancakes are designed to stuff you with calories but then leave you hungry in just an hour. Pair with a hearty, greasy burger so your tummy doesn't get rumbly."
"Eat this one as quickly as possible so you can fit seconds in before it expands in your stomach. Have a friend on hand for belly rubs. You'll need it for this one."
Jin includes 'weekly meal plan' examples with specifically designed diets for small gainers, ones for big gainers, and one for the incredibly motivated piggies. He's perfected each one. Jin balances out the recipes so they don't feel ill, but steadily fill out and fatten up.
Jin doesn't just stop at print copies. He's launching the first ever cook book specifically designed to help people thicken up rather than lose weight, and he spares no expense. He wants his book to be encouraging and become a safe space for anyone trying to gain. He even designs a website linked in his cookbook where people can post their experience. He creates an online community where people can say which recipes they love and how effective they are. They update their progress and can even send in questions to Jin, who always replies with encouragement and teasing. He develops a whole collection of piglets who happily post when they're fattening up and how much they love Jin's cooking.
Every morning, Jin sits down with a cup of coffee and reads through the new posts on his website. He beams at how he's helping so many people get comfortable and fat. Jin comments on as many posts as he can, praising them and leaving tips for how to best plump up. There's so much demand for new recipes as Jin's piggies graze through his cook book and steadily fatten, that Jin starts a streamed cooking show where each month, one of his lucky fans is invited to join him.
Jin always introduces the guest feedee like they're his personal feedee. Beforehand he learns about them (they have to fill out a long quiz he made so he can get to know them, and they can all consent to the stream), and then he can host his cooking show like this excited little chubby is his own personal favorite pet that he gets to spoil and pamper for a whole evening.
He whips up a brand-new personalized recipe each month and explains how this meal will help the feedee get the results they're craving. His audience comes to the cooking show for the new recipes of course, but they stay the entire stream to watch the lucky feedee get stuffed with their own, specially-designed fattening meal by Jin.
After dessert, Jin always makes sure that his feedee is treated like royalty. He rubs their belly while they're full and sated on the couch, and tells the audience how many calories are in the feedee's belly right now. How many pounds they can expect to gain in the next few days. He does some math while patting their plump gut and making sure that his cooking is settling in comfortably.
Jin spoils his viewers so well. They keep coming back to the streams in hope that they'll be the lucky one randomly picked for the next month's cooking and stuffing episode. While the food is the main event, everyone drools as their favorite round feeder grows bigger with each season.
Jungkook stares at his screen in disbelief at the end of another amazing, hot live stream.
Congratulations! You've been chosen to be Jin's next cooking show guest. You're one lucky piggy!
Jungkook smashes the accept button and can already feel his belly getting heavier in his lap with the promise of his favorite chef designing a personalized meal just for him. A feast lovingly cooked for him, and stuffed into him until he's fat and round, panting for everyone to see.
Jungkook's eyelids flutter as he imagines lounging on that comfy couch in the videos, belly so comfortably thickened with Jin's cooking. Lazy and full as the big feeder cooes and pats his gut, telling him what a good piggy is, and laying it out for the audience how well Jungkook will fatten overnight from the special stuffing sitting heavily inside of him.
They're all his own recipes. "Lovingly made and self-tested!" He pats his belly proudly. "Every recipe is delicious and specially designed to fatten." Seokjin beams. "Whether it's for you or a loved one, you'll swell with success!!"
Over the years of gaining himself and helping countless feedees, Jin has carefully crafted all of his recipes, modifying them specifically for gaining. He imparts his years of knowledge and experience for eager gainers, for singles and couples alike.
His feedees have always seen instant results, and now he wants to share his feeding methods. Jin has always been enamored with how each person gains fat differently, and he's become skilled through the years of altering his cooking depending on what type of chub his feedee (or himself) wants to encourage.
Jin's cook book is curated with the most successful recipes for different kinds of growth. He has the book broken up into recipes organized by what type of fat the reader wants to gain. Instead of "breakfast, mains, sides, desserts", his book is organized by the results the reader wants, with chapter headings like: "Soft Squish; Face and Double chin; Belly; Firm Fat; Love Handles; Arms and Chest; Bottom Heavy; Curves and Rolls; and 'Great for Beginners!'"
It's incredibly obvious how much his book is a labor of love, backed with impressive experience. Jin has tons of notes written in the pages explaining how each recipe settles into different types of fat depending on the ingredients, and lists of what to eat and when if someone wants a whole-body balanced gain rather than focusing on growing one area.
Jin writes in his book things like, "this dessert is great for a plump, jiggly lower belly." And on another "this burger will help thicken up anyone who is lusting after firm fat. Pairs excellent with fizzy beer. Great for gas!"
Aside from the indulgent recipes and nuggets of knowledge, the photos in the book are to die for. Jin spent months perfecting them so each page makes the reader's mouth water and motivates them to try cooking it themselves. Everything looks so decadent and delicious. Even Jin thinks that his book is irresistible.
The portions are strategically just the right size to leave a feedee comfortably full. Jin doesn't want them hurting. His recipes work because of how calorie-heavy they are. Everything is carefully sized to slowly grow a feedee's stomach and appetite. To make their belly push out warm and rich after their meal so they're satisfied and full of the most fattening cooking they've ever had, but not so heavy as to be in pain.
People can get results that they want by following different recipes. Creamy desserts for rich belly fat and curves. Hearty, greasy savory food for thick guts and fat hips. Pastries and pies for bottom heavy babies. Salty snacks for helping out a doubled chin. And whole feast to share on holidays when feedees get together.
Jin usually accompanies each recipe with instructions for after eating too. They never stop at "enjoy!" They are filled with tips and tricks that Jin has found most effective in his years of feeding.
"You'll want to lay down and nap after this one, so best to have it at night. Did you know that you get fatter if you fall asleep on a full tummy!"
"Eat this one slowly. It's tempting to chow down, but it's incredibly rich. This should be halved (and shared đ)."
"These sugary pancakes are designed to stuff you with calories but then leave you hungry in just an hour. Pair with a hearty, greasy burger so your tummy doesn't get rumbly."
"Eat this one as quickly as possible so you can fit seconds in before it expands in your stomach. Have a friend on hand for belly rubs. You'll need it for this one."
Jin includes 'weekly meal plan' examples with specifically designed diets for small gainers, ones for big gainers, and one for the incredibly motivated piggies. He's perfected each one. Jin balances out the recipes so they don't feel ill, but steadily fill out and fatten up.
Jin doesn't just stop at print copies. He's launching the first ever cook book specifically designed to help people thicken up rather than lose weight, and he spares no expense. He wants his book to be encouraging and become a safe space for anyone trying to gain. He even designs a website linked in his cookbook where people can post their experience. He creates an online community where people can say which recipes they love and how effective they are. They update their progress and can even send in questions to Jin, who always replies with encouragement and teasing. He develops a whole collection of piglets who happily post when they're fattening up and how much they love Jin's cooking.
Every morning, Jin sits down with a cup of coffee and reads through the new posts on his website. He beams at how he's helping so many people get comfortable and fat. Jin comments on as many posts as he can, praising them and leaving tips for how to best plump up. There's so much demand for new recipes as Jin's piggies graze through his cook book and steadily fatten, that Jin starts a streamed cooking show where each month, one of his lucky fans is invited to join him.
Jin always introduces the guest feedee like they're his personal feedee. Beforehand he learns about them (they have to fill out a long quiz he made so he can get to know them, and they can all consent to the stream), and then he can host his cooking show like this excited little chubby is his own personal favorite pet that he gets to spoil and pamper for a whole evening.
He whips up a brand-new personalized recipe each month and explains how this meal will help the feedee get the results they're craving. His audience comes to the cooking show for the new recipes of course, but they stay the entire stream to watch the lucky feedee get stuffed with their own, specially-designed fattening meal by Jin.
After dessert, Jin always makes sure that his feedee is treated like royalty. He rubs their belly while they're full and sated on the couch, and tells the audience how many calories are in the feedee's belly right now. How many pounds they can expect to gain in the next few days. He does some math while patting their plump gut and making sure that his cooking is settling in comfortably.
Jin spoils his viewers so well. They keep coming back to the streams in hope that they'll be the lucky one randomly picked for the next month's cooking and stuffing episode. While the food is the main event, everyone drools as their favorite round feeder grows bigger with each season.
Bunny hybrid Jungkook all warm and tubbed up like a pad of butter. <3
Jungkook pouts at the first spring flower that sprouts up because it means that winter is over and his metabolism will kick back up. His body will stop greedily stuffing sugar in his waist and start using the surplus of weight as energy.
Jungkook loves the winter months solely for the gentle fattening that accompanies the cold. Winter makes him soft and plump as he goes into a lazy, near hibernation state. All he wants to do is endlessly eat, nap, and cuddle.
He pets a chubby paw lovingly over the buttery swell of his belly and turns away from the window where the single, offensive, little yellow flower blooms outside.
His boyfriend, Taehyung is lounged on the couch bundled up in a fuzzy sweater. At least the tiger gained some winter fluff these months too. His cheeks are full and the cutest little pooling of pudge sits underneath his chin.
Jungkook doesn't want spring to come. He wants to be fat and cozy forever.
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.
âHello everyone! This is GoldenRabit with a brand new beta testing of the game sent to me by-â Jungkook always was talkative, nothing about the microphone, or having to multitask while playing was a challenge for him. Always finding something to comment on. words flowing on autopilot.Â
As long as the camera is turned off, that is.Â
GoldenRabit is a popular let's-player, rising to popularity after being the first to finish Dark Souls, at least the first person to record it while doing it, and picked up a following from there. Having barely started out, Jungkook didnât think showing his face on camera was a good idea; his 19 year old self, already worried about what future employers would think of what was at the time, just a little hobby. But, it's been 8 years now, and despite making a living out of this, Jungkook is nowhere near close to planning a face reveal of any kind.Â
If he was unsure about doing it when he was 19 and in his universityâs track team, he most certainly wonât be doing it now, at 26 and with about 160 kilos heavier.Â
Choosing the youtuber lifestyle, hitting the jackpot at such a young age, well, it freed Jungkook from a lot of things he didnât know he was doing because of social pressure. He felt comfortable enough in his future to swap that depressing law degree for the game development major he had daydreamed about since he can remember. He was able to purchase equipment for it, switching to an actual gaming/programming pc.Â
And, more importantly, he dropped out of the track team, leaving behind almost 15 years of athletics, to put a full time focus on his new major and his work as a youtuber and streamer.
Having always been lithe and slim, Jungkook didnât know a world where he could possibly gain weight. Having a scrawny frame and speedy metabolism even since before he fell in love with sports. He simply didnât know anything different.Â
Jungkook didnât have the imposed diet culture, or the tools to realize just what this lifestyle was doing to his body.Â
In a way, he wasnât oblivious to it all. He knew his appetite was growing, and that his metabolism surely wonât be what it was at 19. But they all felt like small signs, Jungkook was just particularly hungry that day, or he snacked away through entire family sized bags of chips while hyper focused in editing a video. And even as his clothes begin to fit snugger on his body, waistband squeezing him, shirts riding up, hugging his chest.Â
Of course, it's safe to say he is gaining a few, but⌠It's just a little bit, isnât it? He can just lose it when he feels like it, when he has more time to focus on that sort of thing. Jungkook didnât realize this type of work, although very rewarding and fulfilling, was a demanding mistress. There was never time to pick up his running shoes again, and there were too many nights where Jungkook stayed pinned to his gaming chair as he worked on a video, or an assignment; and take out was really the only choice for him.
At least that's what he tells himself as he is forced to buy bigger clothes online. He can put the weight off whenever he wants, just not now. As his fan base grows his projects become more ambitious every year, requiring impossibly more time out of him. Jungkook watches as his one slender body is buried under kilos and kilos of weight, pushing it to the back of his mind until it's a looming thought over his head.Â
His teeth will be sinking into a juicy four layered burger, after another night of successful streaming, sauce running his hands down the sides of his hands, pudgy forearms sinking slightly into the shelf of that belly that took 8 years in the making. His sides, with the girth nearly triple of Jungkookâs slim waist, dug into the armrests of this gaming chair, his second one already. With extra support and a wide seat; a wide sait that Jungkookâs ass was overspilling from. His eyes close as he pierces through the burger, humming at the familiar flavor. A voice speaks in the back of his mind.
This is how you got to this point.Â
It makes his heart stammer in his chest. Jungkook buries that feeling stretching his lips, feeling sauce collect at the corners of his mouth. Leaning back, hearing the distinct noise of his chair creaking in complaint. Jungkook silences that as well with a chug of the big soda, the one he always has at the corner of his desk, a 2 liter one, so it lasts through his streams.Â
Though, this is Jungkookâs second bottle through the night, already feeling that comfortable tightness at the deep middle of his belly. His belly a thick slab of fat across his lap, spreading his fattened thighs to make room. His overhang only a few centimeters from sagging off the edge of the chair and towards the floor. His arms pillowy at his sides, squishing against the flab that sags his pecs down into moobs, squishing them into a cleavage.Â
Look what you turned yourself into.Â
Jungkook pays these comments no mind, mindlessly working his way through the several burgers, the only thing getting his thoughts to quiet down. Brain becomes quieter as the blood circuits down his belly, the center swollen with the stretch of food. But all around pillowy and fatty. Nobody could tell he is bloated by looking at him.Â
Maybe Jungkookâs reddened, mushy cheeks could give him away. Or the wheezing breathing that makes his belly rise and fall with each huff. Though, to be fair, his heavy breathing and perpetually sweaty-reddened face are slowly becoming part of his daily life, even without the stuffings.Â
He is left a drowsy, deep-breathing, hazy mess in his chair. The one he struggles to squeeze himself out of, with both hands on the armrests, and the bottom of his gut sinking into the edge of his desk as he stands. Lazily remembering to pick up the three bags and crumpled wrappers scattered throughout his desk. But he has to give up the wrappers that fell under his chair.Â
Jungkook knows he will struggle trying to get them off the floor tomorrow when he isn't stuffed to the brim. But he isnât sure he could even get up from the floor now, if he were to try. So he lethargically puts as much as he can pick up away, only sighing in relief when he finishes the night, and plops on the bed.Â
Tomorrow, Jungkook will make time to buy groceries, finally get his eating habits clean.Â
Temptation is not easier in the grocery shop. As Jungkook slowly waddles through the big space, dimpled fists gripping the shopping cart as he leans his weight to it, lethargically pushing it through.Â
Eugh.Â
Seeing all the ingredients separately takes away all the joy of food. All he has managed to do is buy his restock of soda, the 2l bottles and 12 pack can ones⌠Some frozen meals⌠RamenâŚ
This doesnât feel clean.Â
âJungkook?!â A stunned voice makes his bored pout drop. Turning to see the person in front of him.Â
His heart comes to a halt, before dropping down to the pits of his stomach.Â
âJâJimin?â Jungkook struggles to find his voice. Coming out choked and gagged. His face probably unable to conceal the terror in his face.Â
Jimin, his university senior in the track team, the owner of all of Jungkookâs praise and admiration. Following Jimin like a shadow, or a very lost puppy, the older took Jungkook under his wing until he graduated⌠It was that first year without Jimin when Jungkook⌠dropped out of the track team. The last time Jimin saw him, he was a promising golden medalist. And now, Jungkookâs overhang was over spilling from his sweatshirt.Â
He seems unfazed. Somehow. âOh my good, Kook, it's been so long. I canât believe I caught you here!â He is beaming, reaching for Jungkook without a doubt. In those split seconds he becomes aware that he shouldâve reapplied deodorant three aisles ago. But it's too late, Jimin is hugging him, making Jungkook lean over to hug back.Â
After all those years relishing in the fact he was taller than Jimin. Now Jungkook has to face the reality that he is bigger than Jimin, in every sense of the word. His slender arms sink into Jungkookâs sides.Â
âNever heard about calling your hyung, huh?!â His little hand feels even more miniscule patting Jungkookâs broad back. âAsshole, I had to find you like 8 years later.â His scolding has a wide smile on his face, the kind that makes his eyes disappear, the kind that made Jungkook giggle in pride in the privacy of his dorm room whenever Jimin offered a smile his way.Â
Flabbergasted still, nervously grinning from ear to ear. âIâI thought you had better things to do than to tâtalk with some college teammate!â He whines. Choosing to avoid the fact that Jungkook lasted 2 months in the track team without Jimin before leaving.Â
Jiminie hyung doesnât need to know that ^^.Â
âAish, we both know I peaked in college.â His smile turns bashful, and his giggling is just as melodic as Jungkook remembers. âIâm not a famous youtuber celebrity!âÂ
âOh my godâŚâ As if Jungkook couldnât possibly be more embarrassed. He is forced to remember his excited 19 year old self showing his hyung just how good his viral lets-play had gone. It didnât matter to him that Jiminâs experience closest to gaming is playing Garden Escapes. Too eager to get some praise from his clueless hyung.Â
âI forgot I âI told you that.â Jungkook finds himself giggling too, finding himself genuinely more relaxed, even if his cheeks burn hotter. Losing focus of the dread that riddled his body.Â
âAre you kidding?? Whenever I wanted to check if you were alive I went to your channel!âÂ
âYou couldâve called me too.â He smiles endearingly.Â
âHmf.â Jimin purses his lips. âSomeone is too famous and busy to call his poor beloved hyung.â He turns around on his heel, walking away from Jungkook. But the younger finds himself being lured into Jiminâs orbit. Pushing his cart with heavy steps following his hyung.Â
âAw come on! You know it's not like that!â Giggles seep into his whining. âHyunnggg.âÂ
âFame got to your head. I can hear it.â He grins at Jungkook over his shoulder, who is waddling and pushing himself with his cart, face not so much a blushed as just red with exertion. âI bet we even live close by and everything, damn.âÂ
âHow can I make it up to you?â Thereâs a plea hanging at the tip of Jungkookâs tongue.Â
Jimin stops in his tracks, hand on Jungkookâs shopping cart to do the same.Â
âInvite me over sometime.â He shrugs like Jimin didnât just make a huge scene about it. It only makes more laughter bubble breathlessly out of Jungkookâs lips.Â
Jimin was on his way to self check out, so he went on his way shortly after that. But not without squeezing Jungkook into another hug; and making sure he had Jungkookâs new phone number. Leaving the younger completely stunned, doubting if that really just happened, or if Jungkook was just having hallucinations from the sudden amount of walking he just put his body through.Â
Though, the mortifying embarrassed that followed him afterwards was very real. As if all of JUngkookâs worst fears had materialized into a 5 minute interaction. Letting Jimin, the person he had admired and tried to impress for so many years, see him like this.Â
It only made the absolute downfall of Jungkookâs body all that more real. How much he had let himself go, the ghost of Jiminâs arms, not making it all the way around Jungkookâs middle, haunting him as he rushedly finishes his trip to the grocery store.Â
And yet, with the speeding heartbeat that doesn't seem to calm down even as he makes his way through the register, (having completely failed his mission, as the lady at the cashier scans exclusively junk.), Jungkook doesnât think he felt as horrified in those moments with Jimin as he should have. As if the older had shown him it, somehow, wasn't as absolutely mortifying as his mind had made it out to be.Â
Jimin hadnât even mentioned the weight. Jungkook doesnât think he even caught Jimin looking, aside from the absolute shock in his face when first noticing the younger.Â
In those brief 5 minutes, Jungkook had felt like his old self again, or well⌠not exactly. Jimin looked older, and Jungkook himself felt older too. But somehow completely unaware of his own body and the changes he had put it through.Â
He had barely stepped foot into his apartment, as his phone dinged in his pocket, shuffling all the bags into the counter and seeing it was already a message from Jimin, asking him what was his next free night. The timing couldnât be worse, as Jungkook was in the middle of a week-long livestreaming marathon.Â
you: maybe its better to have lunch sometime?Â
you: i have some streams planned throughout the week (âŻ_â°)Â
jiminie hyung: thats alright!
jiminie hyung: i woudlnt mind seeing you in action đđ¤đŻ
you: please never use that combination of emotions at me ever again.Â
jiminie hyung: because those cat-girl ones make you seem soooo cool jungkookie đ
you: THEYRE CUTE
jiminie hyung: right.Â
jiminie hyung: so⌠can i go watch you stream?Â
you: tomorrow at 7?Â
you: [sent location]Â
jiminie hyung: see you tomorrow!! ( ËâŁË)âĄ(ËâŁË )Â
you: hypocrite.Â
Talking with Jimin is so easy, so much so he finds himself offering Jimin to come over. Only noticing the absolute stomach churning anxiety that hits him once the conversation is over, and the date is set. Jungkook is suddenly hyper aware of his geeky apartment, well off but littered in consoles, figurines, comics, and overall looking very⌠how to say itâŚÂ
Virgin at 26.Â
Not that it matters, not that he should be thinking about his sexual life, or lack thereof, just because Jimin is coming over. Jungkook doesnât even have feelings for Jimin, not since his junior year of college. And who knows? Jimin could very much be with someone!Â
These thoughts donât settle him, especially not when he took the time to give himself an everything shower that next day, hours before Jimin is to come, and is sweating all of that effort and self care off trying to decide what to wear. Huffing breathless and a little red already just forms leaning into his closet and trying to rummage through to both find something that fits and isnât game-related. Harder task than he ever could have anticipated.Â
Does Jungkook have no normal clothes?!Â
Already beginning to feel moisture in his armpits, and a little sweat starts accumulating around his side-folds. If he doesnât settle for something soon, Jungkook is going to need another shower. And his hair was already drying nicely, cutesy roles framing his face in a way that only accentuates his round cheeks, but in a good way. And he is not willing to give his hair another chance to puff up.Â
He pulls out an animal crossing sweatshirt. It's gotta be some of the only merch that at least tries to be a nice piece of clothing. And Jungkook remembers it fitting him nicely. He doesnât wait a second more before slipping it on under a plain shirt that rides up his stomach, and some stretchy jeans. There , he thinks as he smoothes out the thick material of the sweatshirt.Â
Jungkook will have to turn the AC on to keep this on. But at least he looks presentable.Â
Nothing can prepare him for when the doorbell rings, even if he had been checking his phone almost minutely ever since 7pm struck. He gives himself a quick look in the mirror, adjusting his hair, making sure his sweatshirt is covering all of his torso, tucking in his love handles into the stretched hem (maybe it's been a bit longer since heâs used this than Jungkook first thought, but tis too late to back up now), and waddles as quickly as he can towards the door.Â
âHey!â He has to force his smile a bit. Not so much for Jimin, but for himself; to ease the nerves as much as he can.Â
Jimin looks dazzling, only a little bit more put together than when Jungkook had caught him at the grocery store. He still has that elegance to him Jungkook remembers being marveled at, glowing skin, hair perfectly brushed. And that breathtaking smile only grows at the sight of Jungkook.Â
âWe did live closeby!â He exclaims instead of greeting him, spreading his arms to take Jungkook into a big hug. Around the youngerâs shoulders this time.Â
He is grateful Jimin spared him of acknowledging how unbelievably big he is⌠Yet somehow, he craves that reminder; the feeling of Jimin struggling to wrap his arms around all the way. Jiminâs touch, a constant way to show just how fat he is next to him. Jungkook hugs back of course, big arms wrapping around Jiminâs middle easily. Before stepping aside to let the older in.Â
âDo we?â
âIâm around the block!â Already Jiminâs filling the room with that shine only he could bring. Jungkook finds a smile growing on his cheeks too. âWoah, who knew youâd be so tidyâŚâ Is the first thing he says while eyeing Jungkookâs nerdy (but neat!) apartament.Â
âHey! I was never that bad.â Jimin stops in his tracks to eye the younger over his shoulder with a dead serious face.Â
âYour dorm was a constant health and safety violation, Kookie. Iâm surprised they never kicked you out.â A shit-eating smile grows on the youngerâs face.Â
âI changed a lot since college, hyung.â He canât help but blush as he states⌠the obvious. Hands brushing over his belly, a habit he developed over the years. Following the curve as second nature.Â
Jimin turns from looking at a Zelda poster, to smile in his direction. Jungkook wishes he could decipher the meaning behind it.Â
âYouâve grown so much, Jungkookie.â The olderâs words pour his love for Jungkook; pride in his face.Â
But it does nothing for the stammering inside Jungkookâs chest. âY-yeah.â His voice feels so small, and yet, heâs never felt bigger. And Jimin is walking towards him with that same adoring smile on his face, one that has pride and vulnerability embedded into it.Â
He feels too close, Jungkook takes a shallow breath. âAnd youâre doing so well too.â Jimin's smile takes over his eyes, the way Jungkook always loved to see.Â
âAishâŚâ A chuckle is making a way out of Jungkook's lips before a small hand slaps at his tit.Â
âNo!â Jiminâs short index finger is pointing at Jungkookâs face. âYouâre a successful content creator, and a celebrity in your community!â He canât contain his giggles as the older goes on. âDonât laugh at me, Jeon!â Jimin nothing but growls, which of course, makes Jungkook cackle at him. âWhy do I even try?!âÂ
âNoâno hyung.â He cups Jiminâs shoulders to keep him from leaving. All in between giggling. âIâI really appreciate it!â The older tries to squirm out of his grip, but Jungkook tugs him for a hug, one that Jimin sinks right into; belly engulfing him whole.Â
He can feel Jimin grumble in between his moobs. Fitting so perfectly in Jungkookâs arms, he looks down at him just in time for Jimin to look up at him. A distinct pout on his lips, his own chubby cheek squishing against Jungkookâs fatty pec. The younger has a brief thought about how bad his double chin is looking, from the way Jungkook feels it press against his chest.Â
âWhenâs your stream anyway?â He mumbles, Jungkookâs smile widens as he feels Jiminâs own smaller hands snake around the youngerâs fatty middle. Shivers running down his spine.Â
âIn like 2 hours. We got time.â They were so touchy back in college, but it holds a new weight now as theyâre older. And he isnât talking about the 160 extra kilos. Jiminâs small hands trace the curve of his spine.Â
âWe should order in.â
âOh yeah, my cooking skills are the same as last time you saw me.â Giggles bubble out of Jiminâs chest.Â
âAt least that hasnât changed.â He speaks through his chuckles, and it's impossible for Jungkook to not think his fattened body has something to do with it. The loving pat Jimin gives to the youngerâs plump hips does nothing to ease his theorizing. He doesnât get to bask in it, as Jimin quickly separates.Â
âDo you know the fried chicken place like 3 blocks from here?â He continues his way into his apartment with complete naturality.Â
Jungkook canât help but think he fits nicely into the geeky decor, better than he ever couldâve dreamed.Â
âUh⌠Yeah I think I know which one youâre talking about.â Lies. They pretty much know Jungkookâs order by heart, if he didnât keep expanding it every couple of months that is.Â
âYou havenât tried it!?!âÂ
âYah, donât sound so surprised.â He purses his lips, following Jimin to the living room, when he plops on the couch next to Jimin, he tugs him closer in his direction with the dent he creates.
âIt's just really good.â His tone immediately softens. Always so careful around Jungkook; who is already struggling with the grazing of their thighs together on the couch. âIâll order.â
He settles comfier into the couch, kicking off his shoes as his knees come to his chest, impossibly leaning closer to Jungkook's big and tense frame. To look through the options together, he assumes, as he tries not to focus on the way Jimin lightly sinks into the plush of his pillowy arms.Â
Though, the older is doing most of the choosingâŚÂ
And he isnât being very picky.Â
Almost all of the combos âfor-2â are selected by the time he is done. Jungkook decides not to say anything about it. âThere.â He looks quite pleased with himself, placing the order. âHyungâs treat.â He grins, not moving away from his close proximity to Jungkook.Â
âI didnât agree to that.â He says with a joking smile.Â
âYouâre still my dongsaeng, even if youâre a celebrity.â Jimin grumbles, making Jungkook cackle. His body jiggling against Jimin.Â
âIâm not a celebrity! Nobody even knows what I look like.â Â
âItâs a shame. Iâd buy merch with this face on it.â He giggles, jokingly reaching to pat Jungkookâs cheek.Â
âYouâd be the only one.â The youngerâs smile is warm, feeling his chub ripple with the gentle patting; cheek and thick double chin.
âWell, I am your biggest fan after allâŚâ That makes Jungkookâs smile break into another fit of laughter.Â
âHyung, you hate video games.â He says endearingly.Â
âWhatâs that got to do with anything!?â Jiminâs outrage only causes another eruption of laughter.Â
âI am a fan! Iâm part of the⌠Golden bunnies or whatever you call your fans!âÂ
âI donât call them anything, because I don't have any!âÂ
âYouâre also just as stubborn as I remember you being,â Jimin squints his eyes, his hand leaving Jungkookâs cheek to settle near his knee. Most of his lap taken over by the hefty gut that sits on his legs.Â
âEnough about me then.â Jungkook makes the mistake of looking down at Jiminâs hand, so small on his knee, it makes his thigh look all that much more chonky. âWhat are you up to these days?âÂ
Jiminâs expression softens into a smile. âNothing too interesting, Kook-ah.â
âTell me anyway?â He offers some soft pouty lips to match the older.Â
âAish⌠As you know, I graduated as a teacher. So Iâve been doing that, 2nd grade. Theyâre the vein of my existence, but I love them.â Jungkook is already grinning, Jimin has had the teacher gene ever since he first met him at track club. Taking all of the freshmen under his wing, showing them the ropes of their pre-competition traditions, how to get on their coachâs good side.Â
Younger Jungkook didnât stand a chance against his crush for Jimin.Â
Heâd argue even present-Jungkook is just as helpless against his hyungâs charms.Â
âAnd Iâm living with my man, so thatâs been nice too.â
Oh.Â
âYour man?â He forces a joking smile and a raise of his eyebrow.Â
âWanna see a picture?â Jimin canât hold his smile, looking genuinely bright. The younger, feels his stomach churn.Â
âOh my god yes.â He hopes he sounds genuine enough. Gulping as Jimin picks up his phone again, his throat is suddenly really dry.Â
Jimin is smiling from ear to ear, his eyes nearly disappeared. And as he shows his phone, the picture of a very chubby orange cat sprawled along what looks to be clean bedsheets smiling brightly up to the camera.Â
âThis is Mango, the man in my life.âÂ
The relief that washes over Jungkook is enough to make bubbly giggles slip out. âAww!â He exclaims in a more genuine tone. âHe is so fat !â He gently takes the phone out of Jiminâs hands.Â
âDonât say that!â He scoffs offended.Â
âPlease, it's friendly fire.â Jungkook rolls his eyes with a smile.Â
âWhat does that mean?âÂ
âIt's a game-concept for when you shoot someone from your same team.â Jungkook shouldnât, but he still feels the urge to explain himself. âCause we are both fat?âÂ
As if to save Jimin, the doorbell rings.Â
Jungkook doesnât wanna give the older much time to sit on his comment. To ponder on the fact of just how irreversibly fat Jungkook has gotten. So he quickly blurts out, âIâll get it.â Putting his hands on his knees as he grunts to stand up towards the door.Â
As he opens the door, his usual delivery guy is smiling at the door.Â
âJungkookshi!â He beams way more louder than Jungkook is comfortable with Jimin hearing. âWhat are you celebrating for tonight? This is like double your usual!âÂ
âO-oh nothing.â He mumbles quietly, picking out the bags. It really does look, and weigh, like double than his regular order. âJust got a friend over.â He hands him the tip.Â
âWell, enjoy!â The delivery guy's smile is dazzling, but Jungkook struggles to offer one back. Already dreading the interrogation waiting for him in the living room.Â
But what he finds is somehow worse.Â
Jimin with his arms crossed on the couch, an eyebrow raised. âYour usual?â He has a smile as he says it, but that doesnât ease Jungkook.Â
âDâdonât judge me.â He mumbles, already cringing at himself as he waddles to set the food on the coffee table. Having Jiminâs eyes on him makes Jungkook feel triple his size; that and the creak the couch makes once he takes his seat again.Â
â You judge yourself when you try and hide things from me.â His tone is still so soft, but knowing enough that Jungkook wants to recoil into himself. He avoids the olderâs eyes as he sets the food down. âDonât pout like that.â Jiminâs voice is impossibly gentler. But it's nothing compared to the feather touch of Jiminâs fingers on his chin, guiding Jungkook to look at him.Â
And that patient smile. It only makes Jungkookâs face burn hotter.Â
âThis is so embarrassing.â He whispers, eyes managing to look at Jiminâs.Â
âThen hyung wonât mention it anymore.â The older makes everything sound simple. âBut you have nothing to be embarrassed about, Kook-ah.âÂ
He resisted the urge to argue.
He fails.Â
âI mean, you canât say you are surprised, right?â He chuckles humorlessly, setting the boxes of fried chicken in front of both of them.Â
Jimin scoffs a little, with an outrageous pout. âW-well⌠no, but-!â He doesnât get to finish, Jungkook is throwing his body back in a high pitched cackle. Startling the older quiet.Â
âI thought you were gonna deny it at least!â Jungkook is breathless, cupping his chest as his entire body wobbles with laughter.Â
âIâIâm not gonna lie!!â Jimin whines loudly, giggles seeping through his speech too. Surprisingly easing Jungkookâs nerves. âIâI mean youâ you know!! You look- I mean!â The more he is let to speak, the more nervous Jimin seems to get. Jungkookâs widened eyes looking at him catch a deepening blush.Â
A blush??Â
âFat?â Jungkook completes, which surprises him, considering admitting that fact was the last thing he wanted to do in Jiminâs presence. But, it feels⌠relieving. To relieve tension his hands reach for the fried chicken. Jimin follows.Â
Jimin looks a little less tense from Jungkook saying it out loud too. Nodding quickly with cheeks full of chicken. âYeahâŚâÂ
Jungkook finds himself nodding too, feeling as stunned as Jimin looks. Like they donât know what to do after finally acknowledging the big, fat, elephant in the room.Â
Itâs accelerating. The younger finds himself continuing.Â
âI got really big.â It doesnât sound any better with the chicken crunching against his lips.Â
âYou look big.â Jimin keeps agreeing with him.Â
He appreciates the honesty, but it does nothing for the heat in his stomach. Feeling too seen. âWhat happened to running?âÂ
âAfter you graduated I⌠switched majors and left the team, to be a full time youtuber.â Jimin nods attentively. âAnd uhhâŚâ
âYou wanted to gain weight?â Jimin completes for him, stunning him. Leaving Jungkook frozen in his spot, leaning over to the coffee table, overhang sinking slightly into the edge of it, with a chicken piece halfway in the air towards his opened lips.Â
Thereâs a beat of silence.
âNoâŚUhm⌠It all sort of happened⌠accidentally.â He chuckles but there's a cringe showing in his face. Rather focusing on munching a piece.Â
âOhâŚâ Jimin says dumbly. Another beat of silence. âSorry.âÂ
He shakes his head with full cheeks, and doesnât wait to swallow to answer. âDonât be.â Jungkook said through a muffled voice. âI mean⌠much rather have gained it all voluntarily, right?âÂ
Jungkook canât think of a single reason why anyone would get this big on purpose. But Jimin seemed quite sure that was it.Â
The older is nodding eagerly, as if he had agreed with Jungkook from the start. But behind those wide eyes and stuffed cheeks, anyone can see the gears turning in his head, how to get out of this one.Â
âGot anything to drink?â Jiminâs response startles him a bit, barely getting time to process before he is getting up towards Jungkookâs kitchen.Â
Guess there isnât any way to get out of that hole both of them dug themselves into. Jungkook is more than willing to collaborate.Â
âOh, youâll find anything!â If Jungkookâs adoration (addiction) for soda is anything to go by.Â
âWhat do you want?â Jiminâs voice sounds muffled.Â
âA beer please!âÂ
He returns with a tall can for Jungkook, a wine bottle, and a mischievous smile. âSaving this for a special occasion?â The sight of that bottle makes Jungkook snort.Â
âI had forgotten about that.â A big smile breaks into his face. âI guess not much has changed for you either.â He will never forget Jiminâs impressive, reckless, college-drinking.Â
âWhat can I say?â Jimin is grinning too, they both sound a lot more relaxed. Properly digging into the absolute obscene amount of food Jimin brought. Conversation easier, and straying away from⌠whatever they had gotten themselves into a few moments ago.Â
Jungkook lets himself get lost in the food, familiar taste and even more familiar feeling of fullness blooming at the center of his belly. The conversation becomes easier with the gulps of beer, and the growing pile of clean bones besides Jungkook. Loving to hear more about Jimin and his students, his cat, his friends from work, his failed relationships throughout the years. Â
And, he canât get enough of it, Jimin still carries that enchantment to him as he talks, genuine but so charismatic. Though, he must say, Jungkook isnât the only one relaxing into the conversation. And it definitely has something to do with the wine.Â
His hyung doesnât have the resistance he once had.Â
Jungkook isnât the only one who lied⌠Jimin is most definitely tipsy.Â
Thatâs probably what encourages Jimin to ask. âAnd how do you date as a youtuber?â His hand on his cheek, Jimin abandoned the fried chicken long ago, turning entirely to face Jungkook.
A snort slips out. âI haven't dated anyone since college, hyung.âÂ
âIt never ended up working out?â The worry in Jiminâs face is so genuine, and the pink tint on his cheeks is so telling of the wine. Another chuckle leaves Jungkookâs chest, though a blush comes through as well.Â
âI never even tried .â He wasn't able to register how, but Jimin had gotten up a couple of times to hand Jungkook a few more cans, before returning with the six-pack. It's impossible to deny, the mix of fizzy beer and greasy chicken are lowering Jungkookâs defenses too.
Before Jimin gets a chance to retort. He speaks. âHyung, be serious. You know exactly why it wouldnât work out.âÂ
Jimin rolls his eyes but smile anyway. âCause youâre fat. Right.â Sarcasm pours out of his voice. But it does something to Jungkook to hear the older say it so bluntly. âYouâre not giving yourself or other people a chance to surprise you!â He whines in a more genuine tone.Â
âIâm sparring myself.â Jungkookâs tone is more honest too, but also a little sadder.Â
âBeing fat isnât as bad for dating as you think it is.â The sincerity in Jiminâs tone, Jungkook can feel his thighs tensing and pressing together, in a meek attempt to make himself smaller. Futile, since Jungkook is taking most of the couch with his frame. And his swelling belly is becoming harder to move around when Jungkook mindlessly leans to grab another chicken piece. The boxes seemingly endless.Â
âItâs not just being fat.â He mumbles, a grunt leaving the back of his lips as Jungkook cups his overhang to adjust his belly and lean forward for another piece. Jimin has been folding the empty boxes as Jungkook finishes them, making it unclear just how much the younger has scarfed down.Â
âWhat is it then?â When the alcohol once made the atmosphere light and easy, now Jungkook felt like he could suffocate under the weight of the sudden genuine curiosity in Jiminâs words.Â
âI donâtâŚâ Jungkook struggles to find his voice, feeling suddenly thick with the grease of his meal. âI donât know how to stop it.â He dares meet Jiminâs eyes, who is looking back at Jungkook with a face the younger has no idea how to decipher.Â
Maybe it's the beer, maybe it's the crushing silence, maybe it's Jiminâs widened eyes. But Jungkook canât help but continue to explain himself.Â
âAâand I donât mean I canât lose the weight. I mean- yeah, I canât. But, hyung, I just⌠keep gaining weight. â Not a word from the older. âI⌠canât control myself.â Jungkook has to look down at himself, his swollen stomach, invisible to the outside as heâs buried it under layers and layers of lard.Â
âKook-â
âHyung, I just keep getting fatter.â He cuts the older off, their eyes meeting.Â
A silence fills the room, Jiminâs expression is unreadable. It's the first time Jungkookâs ever admitted out loud. Not a voice in his head, not an indirect joke to a friend.
Saying it to Jimin of all people.Â
Whose lips opened and closed in a nervous attempt to talk.Â
âW-wellâŚâ His voice is uncharacteristically small. âIâIâm sure, tâthereâs someâ some people whoâ who wouldn't care, Kook-ah.â He forces a smile, but it's obvious he put Jimin in a situation he doesnât know how to get out of. The blush tinted his entire face a tomato red, gulping thickly.Â
âIâŚI think you look really nice, Jungkook.â He says with slight nodding to his head. His eyes slightly widened as if determined to get those words out. Jungkook feels his heart stop, only starting back up when a small hand rests on his knee.Â
Oâoh.
âYouâyou do?â His voice feels shaky, his own body heated up.Â
âI think you grew beautifully.â Jimin whispered, his hand rubbing up and down slightly with a gentle squeeze.Â
âF-fuck.â He mumbles out. A little smile daring to make his way across his face.Â
âCouldn't believe my eyes when I saw you after all these years.â Jimin confesses, he feels like heâs inched closer to Jungkook. His own shy smile grew, biting his bottom lip. âSo handsome. And so big. â His fingers sink into the chub on his thigh.Â
âIâI was so embarrassed.â Jungkook finds himself leaning in too. âD-didnât want you to notice what a pig I turned into.âÂ
âOh KookâŚâ His smile grows wider and more endeared. âAnyone can see it in plain sight.â Jungkook feels as those short fingers make their way up his thigh, there isnât much left of his lap before the tips of Jiminâs fingers brush against the belly sitting on top. Making the younger shiver as Jiminâs hand caresses up his plump belly. Tentative and careful.Â
âIâI canât believe you like it.â Jimin is definitely leaning closer now, as Jungkook chuckles a nervous whisper. Never in his wildest dreams had he pondered the opportunity of this happening. He left those dreams long ago in college.Â
Their noses are close to brushing, Jungkook canât bring himself to blink, in case heâll miss any second of Jimin towering over him. Using his hand on the youngerâs pillowy gut to lift himself up. He looks⌠hungry.Â
âJungkook-ah⌠I love i-â
Jungkookâs alarm rings from his phone on the coffee table. Ringing in the sudden dead quiet living room.Â
âFâfive minutes before my stream.âÂ
Jimin only seems phased for a moment, blinking with widened eyes, before a smile grows right back into his face.Â
âWe better hurry then.â He pats the spot on Jungkookâs stomach that he was holding on to, before standing up. âWhich way to your studio?â
Jungkook is still recollecting his thoughts as Jiminâs silhouette towers over him. Feeling all that heat in his groin as he figures out what to say, with all the blood leaving his head and traveling downwards.Â
âYâyou can hardly call it a studio.â He breathes out, noticing how heavy his breathing is as he smiles. Grunting to get up. Jungkook can feel all that chicken he scarfed down; his hand needs to cup the overhang, and he catches sight of Jiminâs eyes following. âI stream from my room. This way.â Jimin steps aside to let Jungkook through, who waddles wheezing out.Â
He likes to think that the huffing and waddling after a heavy meal, is new. But Jungkook struggles to think of the last time he didnât end up wheezing after a mealâŚ
Jimin follows quietly behind him, but his eyes dig holes into Jungkookâs fatty back.Â
He feels so big. Jungkook canât be sure Jimin is walking behind him because they donât fit in the hallway together, or something else.Â
How did he ever let himself get this fat?Â
But then again⌠He knows how.Â
Jungkook just never thought he would ever have to face such direct consequences for his actions. Or well⌠Jimin reaches to take his small hand into Jungkookâs from behind, it's hard to think about tonight as a negative thing.Â
âThis is where the magic happens.â He opens the door, his voice still breathless as he shows him his room. Still feeling a little bit exposed by the dorky decor and the extra large gaming chair.Â
Though, Jungkook doesnât have time to feel embarrassed since when he turns he gets a proper look at Jiminâs tipsy expression. Too caught up with the olderâs advances to notice the permanent, pink tint on his face, or droopy blinking of his eyes, and that relaxed smile that only widens at Jungkooksâs words.Â
âDonât mind me, go set up.â He canât help but be a little startled, just a few minutes ago Jimin was climbing him. But he waddles towards his desks and lets the older be; Jungkook doesnât record with a camera after all for a reason.Â
He plops into his chair, hearing the familiar creak, and feeling the armrests brushing his fattiest sides near the bottom of his belly. Definitely not as spacious as when he had first bought it; convinced it was a ridiculous purchase to buy something this wide.Â
Now, Jungkook was that wide.Â
Swiftly he puts on his headphones and plugs his mic, opens twitch and whatever platformer he was trying to milk for content that week. âHey everyone! Golden Rabbit here.â Jungkook canât help feeling a little too self aware of himself with Jimin's presence looming behind him. But still pushes through, small talking as hundreds of thousands of people begin to take over the chat.Â
Slowly, the rustling behind him in the room fades into the background, as Jungkook starts focusing properly in the game at hand, elbows resting at the sides of his belly, sinking into the chub as a comfortable rest to hold his controller up to his chest.Â
It's so incredibly easy to lose himself to what he is doing, it takes a great effort to play as skillfully as him, glance at the chat, and comment on it as he goes. Jungkook barely even registers the shifting becoming closer to him, shuffling around him.Â
âOkay guys, almost done with this level. Not fast enough to call it a speedrun but still-â His breath hitches as he feels something press gently to the bottom of his belly. He panickily glances down, unprepared for the sight before him.Â
Jimin is kneeling between his spread legs, small hands on his knees as his nose sinks into the deep plump fat of his belly. Nuzzling until his cheek squishes to Jungkookâs gut, letting him feel the shape of his lips grow into a smile against his stretched skin. Their eyes meet for a second, he can feel a choked sound make its way at the back of his throat.Â
âBâbut stillâuhmâ a pretty good⌠a pretty good run.â He manages to mumble out. Trying to squeeze his thighs together is futile, his belly already sags between them and brushes the chair; but the heat he feels is enough for a shiver to rake through his body. His hands clumsy on the controller.Â
Jungkook doesn't have to look down to feel the way Jimin's small hands caress what little is left of his lap, fingers sinking slightly into the plush of his thighs. And when they're quickly met with the ample expanse of his belly, sitting on his legs, his fingers slip underneath. A tight fit under the weight of his gut. Jungkookâs breath hitches into the mic.Â
Heart downright stopping for a few seconds as Jimin carefully lifts his stomach. Face sinking impossibly lower, breath brushing against Jungkookâs buried crotch. As if the weight hadnât completely put a stop to his sexual life⌠He had let himself get to the point where even jerking off had become dreadful exercise, barely able to give himself a few tugs before becoming uselessly breathless.Â
And⌠as far as these past weeks⌠Reaching down there, started to become harder.Â
He inhales sharply, his eyes shutting close for a moment.Â
The death music comes from his PC. âOâoh.â Jungkook says dumbly, just as Jimin drops his belly and lets it slap against his lap. Sending ripples all over his body. âS-sorry guys, heh.â He tries to keep his composure, but it's downright impossible with Jiminâs small fingers sneaking their way up Jungkookâs animal crossing sweatshirt, skin underneath already a little damp with sweat from the stammering adrenaline the older is putting him through. Â
âIâIâm⌠Iâm not feeling that well, guys.â Jungkook has to swallow a deep moan as the two small hands caressing his gut with featherâs touch, travel down to the fatty bottom and give a hearty squeeze. âA-hn- as - as you can clearly tell, hah.âÂ
When his eyes meet Jimin's, that same mischievous smile is looking back at him. Grin widening as he pecks the exposed overhang slowly and deliberately. âIâIâll have to cut things off eaâearly.âÂ
Jungkook can already fill Jiminâs nose diving downwards again, before he can manage to choke out the last sentence. âSâsorry!! See youâah! See you next time! Bye!!âÂ
His hands are frantic on the keyboard cutting the livestream short and abruptly. Basking in the sudden silence without the background video game music to cloud his already messy brain. Well⌠Now only his heavy breathing fills the room, wheezing with his hands gripping the edge of the desk.Â
Only then, does a bubbly giggle erupt from underneath, softly muffled by the press of Jiminâs lips against the buttery skin. Jungkook leans back to get a proper look at him.Â
âAnd what do you think youâre doing?â He canât contain the smile growing on his face.
âHm?â Jiminâs smile impossibly widens. âIâm not doing anything.â His voice is sultry, Jungkook feels like he could pass out.Â
âYou ruined my livestream.â
âSorryâŚâ Jiminâs breath brushes against a sliver of skin that his sweatshirt started revealing. Jungkook can feel every inch of the olderâs plump lips spreading into a grin. âThat game looked boring anyway.â His fingers back to sinking under the fold of Jungkookâs overhang, giving another slow grope.Â
âAâahn.â Jungkook is again becoming acutely aware of just how long it's been since heâs been intimate with anyone as heat tugs at his navel. He can feel himself twitching under his gut. âYou donâtâ donât sound sorry.â He groans and tries to shift his weight, moving his hips and struggling not only against the tight grip of the armrests on his sides; but also the tight bloated feeling pinning him down. And all he manages is to make his belly flop forward towards Jiminâs face.Â
âWhat are you trying to do, Kook-ah?â The olderâs voice reeks of endearment. But it's also slightly muffled by the pillowy fat pressing against his face.Â
âHelp you reach!â Jungkook nothing but whines, his face burns, his shirt is riding up his thighs from all the shifting, the chair is creaking dangerously, and Jiminâs face is nowhere near close to his dick.Â
Giggles erupt from underneath him, bubbly and well intentioned. His eyes peek from over Jungkookâs ballooned belly, barely visible over what Jungkook knows must be a gigantic smile.Â
He bites his lips. âSorry⌠Too eagerâŚâ Jungkookâs thighs squeeze together in embarrassment, and Jiminâs hands that are still underneath his belly, gently try to ease them back.Â
âI am too.â Jimin wastes no time in reassuring, his own smile becoming giddier. âYou look so good, I couldnât help myself.â He feels the short fingers caress his squeezed inner thighs. Jungkook can feel his heart leaping out of his chest. âCanât believe how much you let goâŚâ He shakes his head chuckling, nose diving deeper into the fold of his overhang, close enough his breath brushes Jungkookâs buried crotch; his whole body shivering after so much neglect.Â
âI meanâŚâ Jimin continues, his eyes glancing up at the younger, barely able to meet. âWhat happened to our bunny?âÂ
That nickname⌠Jungkook hasnât heard it in years. A nickname given by his teammates by the way he seemingly sprinted and hopped through the track, especially jumping in joy after obliterating a race.Â
âIââ He tries to speak, but words donât come out. Feeling short of breath by the meal Jimin coerced him to eat, the arousal, the exposure.Â
âI doubt you could even waddle your fat ass to the starting line.â Jungkookâs gut doesnât let him see, but he can tell Jimin is smiling by the wrinkles around his eyes.Â
âIâI was wheezing just walking around the grocery store when youâwhen you found me.â The younger manages to whisper out. The heat of his groin not just coming from Jiminâs breathy voice against it but the rattling thrill his body is experiencing.Â
âOh, I know, bunny. I wouldnât have been surprised seeing you in a scooter.â The tips of his fingers brush against the tent that's begun to form in Jungkookâs sweatpants. Buried so deep Jungkook doesnât know if it's damp from the sweat, the precum, or both. He throws his head back letting a shaky sigh leave his lips.Â
âIâve⌠considered it.â Jungkook confesses quietly, as if hoping Jimin doesnât catch it over the mound of fat that he turned his belly into. âBut it just feels likeâlike a point of no return.âÂ
âJungkookieâŚâ Jimin dares to lift his head just a bit more, the hand that isnât stroking against the tip of his bulge, holds onto the bottom of his belly, gently lifting it up. âYou are already at a point of no return.âÂ
He doesnât give Jungkook a second to react, before his hand, with this new found access, grips his bulge. Urging a choked mewl out of the younger. âHold yourself up for me, bunny.â Jimin smiles satisfied, Jungkook has to remember how to use his limbs as his hands, barely, reach for the bottom of his belly holding it up for the older to have free access.Â
It's been so long since Jungkook could see himself, he canât possibly make any idea what view Jimin is getting. Yet he can feel his thighs twitch eager, as Jiminâs hands reach into the tight waistband of Jungkookâs sweats, stout fingers barely making it through as he pulls his dick out. Hands on the youngerâs thighs as he properly leans in, spreading Jungkookâs legs as much as the XL gaming chair allows (which at a XXXL, isnât that much). He leaves Jungkookâs line of sight.Â
So it comes that much more striking when he feels plump lips wrap around the tip of his dick. Feeling Jiminâs nose brush against what must be the fat pad covering it, before it sinks in tandem with Jiminâs lips.Â
Jungkook sees black dots cloud his vision. The sensation so overwhelming and sudden. Yet gentle and pillowy, his nails sink where theyâre holding his heavy bottom roll. Trying to get himself to his senses, to be in the moment.Â
He tries to speak but dropping his jaw only pushes out incoherencies and whimpers from the back of his throat, with hips that clumsily and twitchily hump up in Jiminâs direction. Rattling his gut in his hands, and his fat pat against Jiminâs nose. Who moans in acknowledgment before attempting to sink further down. But it doesnât feel like his fat allows Jimin much more room, reaching about half of his shaft, comfortably, while his pathetic grinding upwards creates the friction against his fat pad and the base of his cock.Â
Jiminâs tongue drags against the slit, and Jungkook feels his arms tremble in pleasure, beginning to feel the weight of his own gut straining his unused biceps.Â
So big. Jungkook feels so incredibly big. Struggling to hold his own weight up, only able to thrust shortly up to Jiminâs lips, pinned by his own weight and secured by the armrests sinking into his sides, unable to even see Jimin, or to get the eager man to swallow more of his dick. The olderâs moans vibrated through his shaft, his hands so small against the ample fat of Jungkookâs thighs, levering himself to work his way in such a tight space.Â
When Jungkook cums, he gasps Jiminâs name. His poor arms shaky with the threat of dropping all the weight of his belly onto Jiminâs poor shoulders. Swollen feet curled as they laid limp at either side of Jiminâs body, full body jiggling with a shiver. Feels like months of tension, of struggling to get himself off finally released into the wet heat of Jiminâs mouth. Feeling his cheeks hollow as he swallows, making Jungkookâs eyes roll back in a haze.Â
Lifting his face after what feels like an eternity, Jungkook lets his gut fall unceremoniously, falling right over his oversensitive, spent dick; and sending ripples of fat up to his double chin. Jimin looks at him with heavy breaths, and a single streak of cum running down the corner of his lips. Forehead a little damp from where it brushed Jungkookâs exposed belly.Â
Their eyes meet and he smiles. Lovely, still earning the bursts of fireworks Jungkookâs always felt around him, even in this state.Â
âGood?â He asks, his cheek back to resting in what's left of Jungkookâs lap.Â
âYâyeah.â His hand reaches to stroke through Jiminâs hair, something heâs always daydreamed of doing in his younger years. âBetter than good.âÂ
âIâm glad, bunny.â He takes some pride in the fact Jiminâs voice comes out mildly hoarse. âLets go to your bed. I can bring the rest of that dinner.â He is standing up and Jungkookâs eyes can only lazily follow the movement, his mind still catching up to everything that's happened.Â
âOh.â Jimin says once he is standing and turned to the desk.Â
âWhat is it?â Jungkookâs own voice sounds spent.Â
Jimin doesnât answer, instead clicks a button on his keyboard before moving to the side to show Jungkook.Â
