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A very fat Jungkook with a jumpsuit that is taken to the field fair and exhibited as the cute little pig he is.
People swirl around them, pinching his cheeks and congratulating Jimin for the good work of fattening him. The pig looks so plump and well fed! Jungkook is offered homemade food and cakes, which of course they can't refuse, since he is so overwhelmed by all the attention.
At the end of the fair, Jungkook undoubtedly increased a few pounds in his already very large body, obviously tightening the seams of his overalls.
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- Hyung, can you pass me that cheesecake? The people in the contest have very good cakes, but they are too small...
- I thought you would eat them when you got home, little pig...
Well, this little pig is hungry.
Jungkook is simple fat, he filled up, and he loves it. He loves to be too full and gassed, he loves to earn a pound every day by overeating. He loves to be fat, he loves all the weight on him.
Touching Jungkook's soft belly brings him another cheesecake that he was given at the fair.
- You've become a little rounder recently.
Approaching behind Jungkook while he is eating, crushing his belly and telling him that he looks cute with all the weight he has gained. Every day it gets closer to not being able to be the same again. It's not like he used to be thin, Jungkook is a pig hybrid, he has natural fat overflowing from his gluttonous belly. Every week he sinks deeper into gluttony, and greed.
Clapping him on the belly after it is full of his food and saying: - You have a lot of appetite. Huh?
- I could devour the fridge and all these cakes right now.
Jungkook was exhausted to be honest, he spent the whole day receiving hundreds of people who came to recognize him, receiving delicious gifts that he could not eat! Not until now.
- I thought we would go to the party that the mayor organized for you.
- You can go your Hyung, frankly I don't like those things.
Jungkook works hard to condition himself. Every day you look for a body stretched to the limit with fat, you are conditioning yourself. He is, little by little, normalizing the idea of fighting under his own weight. Reach an agreement with this lifestyle that he has secretly always wanted.
Look at another of his thin brothers while he desperately looks at the cake in front of him, wanting to give up your body to experience the gluttony he gave off.
Keep looking. Keep fantasizing. Keep talking and sharing how far away you are.
It's making it easier for him. Easier for your husband and caregiver. Eating with reckless abandonment is natural for him when it is the most prominent thought in that head he has.
I don't like to leave you alone. This cabin is... You know, I don't want to be ungrateful but Mayor Kim knew you were coming and still chose the largest cabin with the narrowest corridors.
- It's very small Hyung. - Tarareo. - I don't think I got up from this couch for a while. And when you come back completely drunk we can have some fun.
Jimin laughs sliding his hand on his chest to slowly approach the minor and give a short kiss on his lips, lips completely bathed in chocolate sauce and cheese crumbs.
- I'll be here after midnight. Will you be okay for so long, little pig?
- I have a long list of pending issues.
- I love you, you know, don't you?
Jimin evaded any type of situation that did not involve the round lips of cherry-colored jungkook, marking soft and tender kisses between harsh ruthless bites.
- Hurry up, Mr. Wolf, or the magic will end before you can pick up your glass shoe.
Jimin laughed and nodded slowly, took his sack and after two other cloying prayers he left the cabin in which her husband stayed.
Jungkook didn't even really notice it, he was too busy trying to reach his next piece of cake when a huge ball of fat pierces him on the way. Cheese pie, blackberry, strawberry, apple, chocolate suffle, vanilla cakes, red velvet. The people had worn out with the gifts. By the time he reached the third individual cake, his greed was already making him growl and moan for more. The pig hybrid took the wooden spoon for the last time and licked the last chocolate topping in which it is throwing it away.
He cleaned the cake tray and after a long sigh dragged him next to the tip of the table where he was swallowing a really worrying amount of cakes. With the free path he buried his hands in the loose dough, sticky and viscous covered with marshmallows and sweet chocolate glaze, he put his first hand in his mouth and then the next, and so on, consecutively, taking large handfuls of cake, bristling and dirty around with each bite, his belly bulges under that large jumpsuit with the name of Jimin' His huge intestine begins to pull down and Jungkook wiggles his hips to take a more comfortable position, pressing against his drowned cock under thousands capable of fat.
And so the following cakes, the jet begins to lick the corners on its leaves with its face full of jam and chocolate, between heavy gasps. With his semi-clean hands, he begins to rub his big belly in slow and deep circles.
It was so full that it can barely move, only now it wants to leave the uncomfortable dining chair in which it is for the sofa. The best thing is to move, although he wonders if he can sit far enough to stand, not to mention that your overloaded instinct gets in the way. So involved in sagging, he hadn't realized the effort it would take to move his fat ass off the dining room table. Eventually, with a little gasp and whining, he manages to get up and make his mess on the couch. He collapses with a sigh, immediately trapped by his belly, rubbing it in an attempt to alleviate the overwhelming feeling of fullness. He is surprised how windy you are, how out of breath he is. But he did it. - I'm really going to get fat if I keep eating like that.
Step by step, bite by bite, the jet remembers how many times it has mentioned that. "I'm starting to get a little fat. I should try to lose some weight." "Let it be clear that it's only because you like me fat." "That piece of chicken really inflamed me a little." "I won't eat that way again." "I'm not even that fat." "I think my clothes shrunk in the washing machine."
As he continues to rub his wide ocean of fat, you hear a small click on the ground and look down - after the large lump of fat. - to see a rotating button that rests slowly at his feet. His swollen belly sinks through the space in the line of his hips in his overalls, Jungkook had torn his waistband a month ago and Jimin had patched the sides of the 5xl overalls with a pair of buttons that Jungkook had just broken. It had ruined the damn safety strip that, together with the seams of this one, which fit perfectly less than a month ago. His checkered shirt also tries to rise but Jungkook tries to lower the shirt to cover the space, but his belly is too low and continues to rise to the navel, his face turns red but proud and tries to suffocate a joke. - I will really get fat.
Hypothetically... It's almost too full. He has made sure of it. He relaxes on the sofa, a soft stretched t-shirt shown through his growing medium; a subtle dent in the fabric around his navel and a couple of inches of overhang of mass on the screen indicate that the days of this shirt are numbered, but he likes it. Maybe I could rush the process and check the fridge, just to have a sandwich and go straight to bed for when Jimin arrives.
You just can't help it, can you? It's not just that he likes fatty foods. It's just that being a glutton actually excites him. He is a full-fledged hedonist. He is so obsessed with the pleasure that filling his face with foods that make you fat until you can barely move is irresistible. No wonder he's getting fat. Every pound he earns is just another failure of his willpower, only another defeat in the face of his desires, and he will go down that path until he is a huge and shaken fat man. It makes him think that someone like Jimin could be quite dangerous for your figure, he knows everything about farm animals, their instincts, weaknesses, because Jimin knows what he wants. He knows that he likes to think that Jungkook has control of simism, and in all other aspects of whether life is but, deep down, he is really an indulgent and gluttonous pig, and he wants nothing more than for Jimin to put fattening food in his mouth until he becomes an obese and overworked cow.
He settles in all other ways, but when it comes to pleasure, he can't help but greedily please each of his cravings. All that would be needed is a bad influence like Jimin, someone who wants to surround him with foods that fatten, and tempt him, and see how his willpower completely fails in the face of his desires, and he would be totally defenseless. With all his most hegemonic desires enabled, he became the obese pig that he was always destined to be, and eventually his growing body would make him as physically defenseless as his willpower does mentally: in a short time he would be trapped under his massive and growing intestine, trapped in his soft and heavy body, the consequences of all his indulgences that weighs him He would look It's not that he can help himself. Jungkook was not someone who refused his animal instincts, he gave himself large baths of naked mud during the hot afternoons, sunk in the wet earth while only the swollen crest of his belly peeked out of the surface, Jimin approached his funnel to keep him satisfied, while Jungkook remained stuck on the edge of his pen.
But now, it was very hot and he didn't have his large farm with him, and the heat was overwhelming. Hypothetically...
He couldn't help but feel impatient right now, maybe it was his fault for having such a wide belly rubbing against his fat-greasy cock. It's probably one of the most difficult feelings that a big yam pig like Jungkook has. It is clear that it must already be quite full. And it is clear that he has eaten enough today to make sure that he continues to slide to wake up getting fatter and fatter every morning. But... impatience. Accumulation. That voice in his head... He wants more.
Make him eat more. Force him. You have to do it.
Scattered in the living room. His mouth hung lazily open, his eyes squinting and a heavy arm that is weakly approaching his belly. He did very well today; Jimin would tell him. He has eaten a lot. Offering a bite of food wouldn't hurt, it's just not too full.
The feeling of eating again after a big snack, maybe breaking the overalls and releasing the tension that hung on his belly from the denim fabric and seeing how it spilled on his lap. A small moan as he prays for more food knowing that he almost didn't have to be satisfied.
So Jungkook makes a small jump to accommodate his ass on the edge of the sofa, with his huge and heavy belly separating his knees to the side and tries, again and again, it was about ten minutes trying to get up, Jungkook makes his head back and looks for more oxygen than he needs and finally gets up, he walks like a pregnant fat duck drowning wet burps by Three other relatives, he still had white frosting and chocolate on his face, but he wanted more.
He drags a chair from the dining room and goes straight to the stressed hallway of the fridge and the kitchen countertop, Jimin didn't lie about how narrow the corridors of the cabin were, that doesn't stop him and he crawls through the "narrow" part of the kitchen until he reaches the fridge and sticks his fat ass in the wooden chair that creaked under him A pot of grated macaroni full of cheese, he ate, ate and ate until it's too difficult to even think about getting up. His belly is now tight at the top but hanging pure fat at the bottom, swaying with every deep breath he takes.
He has to lie down, even then it takes effort, to be comfortable. But he can only think more about it... what if he could fit in a little more? Jungkook licks the pot of cheese and returns it to the fridge, another cracker warns him again but he keeps looking. He is sure that there has to be something... so he swings and grunts when he climbs and falls back into the chair that manages to resist him, but not his poor overalls that bursts the buttons on his shoulders and his belly spreads to his knees, Jungkook tries to hide blush on his plump cheeks and tries to lower his checkered shirt, it is
One more bite, One more piece, One more plate, One more meal, One more pound...
That's just a little more. In fact, it's nothing. I couldn't do any harm, could I? So keep saying yes to just one more. He ignores the accumulation of all those small indulgences and concentrates on the next gift instead. There is always room for one more, take a turkey and cheese sandwich, a bucket of fried chicken, large tablespoons of yesterday's leftovers such as noodles and fried rice, until you finish the whole fridge, just leaving a large whipped cream cake, dragging his fat arms to the bottom of the fridge, Jimin should have hidden it for tonight but Jungkook really couldn't control himself, And catch it. Then the chair gave way and its entire structure collapsed under the jet.
Jungkook curses when he is literally stuck between wooden debris, the countertop and the fridge, there was a thin line between being a gluttonous pig to an obese pig that broke furniture and got stuck between the corridors, the hybrid tries in vainly to raise his arms and push his body upwards while the large mass of fat wiggles before in motion taking out a
After calming his breathing, he finally accepts it, all the snacks and frequent binges, if maybe he may have gained a little weight. He turns his head looking for a way to get up, he could easily spend the night there if it were not for the remains of wood sunk in his fat, but instead he observes the pastel slipped on the ground, the bitumen in the brown mosaics which is painful to see, he can not move, he fucking he can't but still tries to roll and manages to He tilts to the cake and takes it.
He didn't have a chance. He may have grown up thinking that he would be able to resist the temptations of gluttony and hedonism, but here he is, too fat to even turn his head, completely lost by his desires and shit he loves it so much. When Jimin offered him the opportunity to give up all responsibility and become the huge pig he is, here he is, eating, lazing about being a big fat fair pig while you barely realize that he has really gained weight, but as long as you enjoy the feeling of being full, that's all that matters.
By the time Jimin got home a little drunk, he only found Jungkook with the few pieces of fabric stuck in his thighs, covered with cake and sauce, on his back.
- Aww little pig, where did this big, heavy belly come from? You must really be eating well." He says as he puts another sugary sandwich in his mouth.
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