hello i come to you with a request please đ ok so like size contrast seungcheol/woozi with woozi who is short and chubby (and getting chubbier) with his athletic boyfriend seungcheol who loves teasing him about their differences (both in weight and height) thank you!!
unfortunately my internet in my uni accommodation has been really unreliable lately so it's taken longer than expected to start posting all the requests i've been working on - if you've sent me a request, don't worry, i'm not ghosting you! i have most of them written and ready to go, i just have to wait until i can access the library to post them (yes i have to use the university's wifi to post kpop feedism fic. what even is my life atp)
anyway! i hope you enjoy this, it actually turned out a lot kinkier than i originally set out for it to be aksjdjsjs. there's no smut or anything but i did lean pretty heavily into the feeding/teasing aspect đ
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Jihoon used to wear the same thing every day to work. His cushy office job doesnât require much more than a pair of black slacks and white button-down shirt, so for the last two years, choosing what to wear had been the least of his worries. If anything, Jihoon liked the lack of variation - having to pick out a new set of clothes each morning sounded needlessly stressful, and heâd preferred to not stray from his typical routine, thank you very much.Â
Thereâs only one small problem, though. Since he began working as an accountant, Jihoonâs weight has almost doubled. Having a job that requires him to stay sitting for a majority of the day paired with a boyfriend who loves to spoil him by taking him out for dinner and feeding him every night has proved to be a terrible combination for Jihoonâs waistline, as evidenced by his jump from a solid 144 to a hefty 308 pounds. A consequence of gaining so much weight has resulted in stretch marks and shallow breaths and the occasional snarky remark from his grandmother, but perhaps the worst thing to come from getting bigger, way bigger, has been the fact heâs lost count of how many times heâs had to replace his simple work uniform.
The first replacement came when he had gained 20 pounds after he and his boyfriend had made a habit out of ordering takeout from their favourite Chinese restaurant down the block, and had come the second he felt his pants getting a bit snug.
Nowadays, however, thereâs been some developments.                                                            Â
He adores the way the thin material clings to the soft fat around his waist, loves the feeling of peeling away the constricting cotton from his pale torso, examining the angry pink lines that decorate his skin from the tight squeeze. He gets a thrill deep in his spine, a hot, burning sensation buried deep until the chub of his stomach whenever he watches Seungcheolâs eyes light up as he feeds him more and more so that he grows out of them.
Nowadays, he waits until he canât possibly go another day in his work clothes without becoming a threat to public decency. This time, itâs no different.
On Friday, he arrives home to the smell of bulgogi and bao buns and glazed donuts, all freshly prepared and ready for him to dig into. Jihoon knows their cupboards are almost as tightly packed as he is; barely struggling to contain all the high-calorie treats for tonightâs endeavours. He licks his lips excitedly as he closes the door behind him.
âHyungie,â he calls as he toes off his shoes by the door.
Seungcheol emerges from the kitchen a second later, wiping his hands on a chocolate-stained tea towel. His face lights up when he sees Jihoon standing at the door, looks him up and down like a wolf admiring its prey before his eyes fasten on the huge belly thatâs straining against his thinning shirt. Seungcheol sweeps his boyfriend into his arms, pressing his own washboard abs into the malleable dome that Jihoon sports.Â
âThat shirt isnât lasting any longer, baby,â Seungcheol teases, digging his hands into Jihoonâs hips hungrily. âYou must be starving after such a long day, hm? Donât worry, Jihoonie. Weâre popping you out of that thing tonight.â
Jihoon almost moans as Seungcheol trails his fingers along the crest of his belly, knowing exactly where to apply pressure and wear to stroke gently. Where heâs all large and round and soft, Seungcheol is lean and strong and sculpted; the contrast is alluring, sexy, makes Jihoon blush aggressively when heâs reminded of just how much Seungcheol has fattened him up. Itâs exhilarating, knowing heâs given his boyfriend such control over him and his body and how Seungcheol never gets tired of pulling the same old tricks on him. After all this time, his low, husky voice and Herculean muscles still manage to work like a charm on Jihoon.
"Look at how big your belly is, baby. So big and soft and round for me. How does this work, hm? You're half my size and, like, triple my weight. How've you managed that, hm?" Seungcheol's voice dips down an octave. "You must have someone really strong and handsome who can handle all of you, am I right?"
"And I bet you're looking forward to the food I've made you, right? You must've been holding back for hours."
âBarely eaten all day,â Jihoon lies. âIâm so hungry. Need filling, hyungie.â Seungcheol grins and lightly kisses Jihoonâs chubby cheek before he guides him into the kitchen, towering over Jihoonâs shoulders as he plunks him down into his seat.
The first dish is a huge bowl of three-meat bulgogi, much bigger than the portions served at their local bulgogi joint. Seungcheol loads up a forkful and presses it to Jihoonâs lips, his free hand massaging his belly, slowly rubbing up and down as Jihoon lets out a pleasant moan at the first bite.
âOh my god, hyungie,â Jihoon mumbles through a mouthful of pork and lettuce as more and more forkfuls come his way. Seungcheol is not a slow feeder - instead, he likes to stuff Jihoon without hesitation, push him to his limits until he canât physically consume any more food. He loves to see the glazing red of Jihoonâs cheeks as he puffs through each bite, the subtle signs of struggle and determination to not only impress him, but prove to himself that he can go above and beyond.
âUsed three whole packets of meat just for you, Jihoonie. Only the best for the love of my life.âÂ
Itâs when theyâre coming to the end of the first dish that Jihoonâs stomach really starts protesting. It whines and gurgles as it tries to digest the meal suitable for a family of five. Itâs itchy as the skin pulls, stretching to accommodate the swell, as Jihoon groans and drums his nails along the top of it, where it shelves his growing moobs. âDonât think it-itâll t-take much tonight,â he hiccups through his sentence, slowly soothing his doughy belly. Seungcheol puts down the fork and sinks both hands into Jihoonâs stomach. Itâs still squishy, not quite full enough to harden yet, but the cotton shirt is getting tighter and tighter, the buttons straining and revealing strips of Jihoonâs pale skin underneath.
âYouâre doing so well, Jihoonie, so well,â Seungcheol coos. âI canât wait to see you burst out of this thing. I wonder what everyone at work thinks when they see you waddle into the office with your belly threatening to pop out of your shirt. They probably think itâs as hot as I do. But you know what? They donât get to touch you like I do.â He squeezes Jihoonâs belly and pats it tenderly before handing Jihoon a bowl of bao buns.
âYouâre going to eat all of that,â he tells him, slowly rising up from his chair. âYouâve got until I put the finishing touches on these donuts or I wonât give you a belly rub.â
âWhatever you say, hyungie,â Jihoon says submissively as he bites into the first bun. Itâs practically bursting with flavour, the crispy duck filling causing him to moan quietly into the pastry. His belly is becoming heavy as he chews, so he strategically places one hand so that itâs resting underneath in, supporting its weight and rubbing his skin as he reaches for the second one. By the third bun, his breath is becoming laboured and his stomach feels constricted but he powers through like the machine he is, running his chubby hand up and down his underlayer of fat. Itâs when he finally reaches his second to last bun that he feels his stomach begin to grow firm, finally hardening with all the food heâs managed to pack inside. Seungcheolâs adding toppings to the final row of donuts in the corner of the kitchen, so Jihoon sandwiches the last two buns together and shoves them into his mouth in two bites. He struggles to breathe through the large mouthfuls but with his hands now fully free, he can attend to his swollen belly thatâs now pooled into his lap.
As he palms it, he can tell itâs gotten larger, knows heâs getting bloated with each bite heâs taken. His stomach gurgles and he moans, jabbing the heels of his palms into each area of the expanse in efforts to soothe it. The buttons strain as he takes deep, heavy breaths, and heâs counting his lucky stars that they havenât popped yet. But as Seungcheol places the tray of donuts in front of him, he knows this is what will send his shirt to its grave.
Seungcheol bypasses the chair and instead drops to his knees in front of Jihoon, palming his stomach lovingly. It feels hot and heavy, even through the shirt. âAw, does it hurt, baby?â
âMy pants do,â Jihoon huffs, one hand wedging its way between the tight fabric and the fat thatâs accumulated on his lower hips. âBut itâs good. The kind of pain that turns me on. God, the stretch marks are going to be so angry tonight.â His heart leaps in his chest at the thought of how heâll look in front of the mirror tonight.
âLetâs get you out of this shirt,â Seungcheol says eagerly, voice dripping with desire. He grabs the nearest donut off the tray and shoves it into Jihoonâs expecting mouth, and god, itâs to die for. A burning sensation tingles all over Jihoonâs body as he moans, throwing his head back in ecstasy.
âOh, baby, you really like that,â Seungcheol whispers. It isnât even a question; he knows Jihoonâs reached a tipping point. Jihoon locks eyes with him as he feeds him more, his stomach groaning and hardening with each bite. They start alternating between bites of donut and fizzing, sugary cola, the bubbles inflating his rock hard stomach and causing Jihoon to burp softly as Seungcheol continues to fondle his belly.
Itâs when theyâre halfway through the donuts and down an entire litre bottle that it happens.
Jihoonâs back begins to ache and as he chows down on what has to be the eighth or ninth donut. Heâs too stuffed to stretch his arms back that far to attempt to soothe it, but luckily, he has a very strong boyfriend whoâs more than qualified for the job kneeling right in front of him.
âHyungie, I need you to help me-â
Heâs cut off by a comically loud tear, the sound of the fabric ripping bouncing off their kitchen walls like an echo. All at once, Jihoon feels a cool breeze on his red-hot stomach as it surges forward like a tsunami, the last three buttons of his shirt no longer holding it back.
Seungcheol moans at the sight before him. Jihoonâs stomach is swollen and massive, covering half of his lap like a pet cat. Slightly dazed, Jihoon is groaning and running his hands over it in every direction possible, basking in the reality of just how big heâs gotten, just how much Seungcheol has fattened him up.
âJihoonie, you look like a dream,â Seungcheol murmurs, gripping Jihoonâs fat into his hands possessively. âGod, the things I want to do to you right now. Iâve fattened you up so well, havenât I? So big for me, baby. Youâve done so well tonight.â Jihoonâs belly brushes against his abs as Seungcheol leans up to kiss him.
Heâs definitely going to have to buy another replacement uniform.
