posted chapter 4 of: my best friend, šŗš„- 9.3k words.
B wishes they could get fat, but their parents are health nuts. A is already chubby. B starts fattening A, and A doesn't mind. eventually, they become partners and B, no longer having to keep his weight under control, starts getting chubby too.
this is a weight gain fic, do not read if you know you won't like this type of fetish!
the morning of the exam felt different.
for the first time in his life, the clinical, sharp-edged anxiety that usually clawed at felixās throat was muffled, softened by the lingering fullness in his spirit and his stomach.
as he walked through the university hallways, the tight denim of hyunjinās jeans hugged his hips and thighs with a newfound possessiveness. the fabric was strained, the seams pressing into the four kilograms of soft, new flesh he had claimed over the past week.
his classmates noticed immediately. "felix, you look... incredible," one girl remarked, leaning in to inspect him. "your face looks so much brighter. fuller. you look healthy for once."
felix flushed, a soft pink blooming across his cheeks. he wasn't fatānot yetābut the hollows of his cheeks had smoothed out, replaced by a delicate, mochi-like softness that made him look glowing and pampered. he felt like a well-kept secret.
as soon as the exam was over, he checked his phone. he had gotten an a+. his fingers trembled slightly as he messaged his parents, his heart still harboring a tiny, desperate spark of hope for a real word of pride.
the response came seconds later: a single āšā emoji. no words. no "well done." just a cold, digital gesture.
felix stared at the screen, and for a moment, the old coldness threatened to swallow him. but then he remembered the heavy, oily warmth of chanās kitchen. he realized that he didn't just have to eat to quiet his anxiety; he could eat to drown his sadness, too. every bit of fat he added to his frame was a layer of armor against their indifference. if they wouldn't love him, he would let chanās family overfeed him until he couldn't feel the sting anymore.
he waited at the campus gate, his heart leaping when the massive, black mercedes class g pulled up. it was a beast of a car, much like its owner. felix didn't wait for chan to hop out. he yanked the passenger door open, scrambled inside, and practically threw himself across the center console.
"chan!" he gasped, throwing his arms around the older boyās neck. driven by a sudden, intoxicating rush of freedom, felix pressed his lips to chanās in a messy, jubilant kiss.
chan was startled, his fat frame tensing for a split second before his hands found felixās waist. felix pulled back just an inch, his breath coming in short, happy hitches. "i got an a+," he whispered against chanās mouth.
"i never doubted that, baby," chan growled, his voice thick with pride and something much darker. he pulled felix back in, his tongue sweeping into felixās mouth with a hungry, wet heat. chanās hand slid down, his thick fingers hooking under the curve of felixās backside. he squeezed the denim-clad cheeks with a desperate, bruising force, feeling how much more there was to grip than there had been a week ago.
felix was perched precariously, his knees sunk into the leather seat as he leaned over the gear shift to reach his best friend. he let out a soft, broken moan into the kiss, his own hand wandering instinctively to the front of chanās shirt. he felt the solid, heavy curve of chanās belly pressing against the steering wheelāthe dense, deep rolls of fat that felix found so intoxicating. he kneaded the plush lard through the fabric, his small fingers sinking into the softness.
when felix touched him there, chanās grip on his ass tightened even more, his thumb digging into the tension of the tight jeans. the four new kilos made felixās ass look rounder, firmer, and perfectly framed by hyunjin's narrow-cut pants. they sat there in the sweltering silence of the car for what felt like hours, exchanging wet, needy kisses, the air thick with the scent of leather and chanās musky cologne.
when they finally arrived back at the villa, chanās mother was already waiting in the foyer. "my brilliant boy!" she cried, pulling felix into a motherly embrace, showering his face with kisses. "the maids have been cooking since noon. we are going to celebrate properly. you must be famished."
as chan headed toward the living room, his mother caught felixās hand, pulling him back gently. she looked around to make sure they were alone, her expression softening into something conspiratorial.
"sweetheart," she began, reaching into her pocket to produce a small, sleek box. "now that youāre free from your exams for the next few months, i thought iād get you a little gift."
felix looked down at the box. it looked like high-end supplements.
"these are special additives," she explained with a warm, encouraging smile. "theyāll help you put on weight more easily, if thatās what you still want. you don't have to rush, but these are wonderful. theyāre packed with healthy fats and proteins, but they don't feel heavy in the stomach. they just... help the body deposit fat more effectively." she leaned in closer. "and theyāll make you much hungrier. youāll find you can enjoy even more of the food we make for you."
felix felt a wave of heat rush to his face. a part of him felt a twinge of guiltāhis desire to be "ruined" and "soft" was deeply tied to his sexual submission to her son, to his dream of being chanās helpless, overfed doll. but it was better this way. it was better that she thought he was doing this for his own health and happiness.
"thank you," felix whispered, hugging her tightly. "i really appreciate this."
that evening, after a celebratory dinner at the villa that left felixās stomach tight and heavy against the waistband of his jeans, the two drove over to jeonginās house. the youngest member of chanās friends circle had the place to himself while his parents were away on business, and the rest of the group was already there.
as can and felix stepped through the front door of the mansionāa sprawling piece of architecture with soaring ceilings and marble floors that echoed their footstepsāthe air hit them like a physical weight. it was thick, hazy, and intoxicating, a cocktail of high-grade marijuana and the savory, oily scent of a dozen different takeout orders. they headed straight for the basement, the subterranean level that served as jeonginās private space.
felix paused on the final steps of the staircase, his breath catching. the scene below was one of pure, gilded gluttony, a display of wealth translated into physical excess that made his blood run hot with a strange, kinky thrill.
in the center of the room, jeongin, changbin, and seungmin were huddled around the massive television, their eyes locked on a gaming session. they were sprawled across the oversized velvet sofa, and the sight was breathtakinglyā¦hot.
all three of them were unashamedly fat, their bellies protruding in heavy, round mounds that rested between their spread thighs. their t-shirts, once expensive designer pieces, were now strained to their limits, riding up over their navels because their torsos had grown too thick for the fabric to contain. the crystal coffee table in front of them was a graveyard of indulgence: greasy cardboard boxes from high-end burger joints, half-eaten pizzas glistening with oil, and crumpled wrappers from every kind of snack imaginable.
on the other side of the sofa, the atmosphere was even more lethargic. jisung was slumped back, his eyes glazed and red as he pulled a long, slow hit from a glass bong. his mouth was smudged with a bit of chocolate from a nearby plate of brownies. minho and hyunjin were draped on either side of him like discarded clothes. hyunjin was lying on his side on the reclining portion of the sofa, his body completely surrendered to gravity. his t-shirt with the metallica band on it had slid up, exposing his fat, soft midsection. because of the way he was curled, his belly was overflowing, spilling onto the velvet cushions in a heavy, relaxed roll. the top button of his jeans was popped open to allow his waist to expand. in his lap sat a family-sized bag of cheese puffs; he was methodically dipping his hand into the bag, crunching on the orange spheres with a rhythmic, mindless intensity, his thoughts clearly lost in the haze of the weed.
chan, still slightly winded from the descentāhis own massive frame demanding more oxygen as he movedādidn't hesitate. he greeted the group with a deep, rumbling laugh, already grabbing a cold beer from a nearby cooler. the sofa groaned and creaked under his weight as he sank into it, the springs protesting the arrival of his immense bulk. the others offered lazy, affectionate waves to felix also, too engrossed in their games or their high to move.
and then: ālixie!ā hyunjinās voice rang out, breaking the stupor.
hyunjin tried to sit up, but the sheer weight of his recent binges made it a struggle. he let out a long, deep, unbothered burp that echoed through the room, then he groaned, his face flushing with the effort of shifting his center of gravity, his belly jiggling as he finally managed to heave himself off the sofa. he moved like a boy who was deeply, comfortably settled into his own fat, his gait heavy and slow as he waddled over to felix.
"oh god, i missed you so much," hyunjin groaned, pulling felix into a crushing hug. felix gasped as he was pressed against hyunjinās frame. he could feel the heat radiating from the taller boyās body, the soft, yielding pressure of hyunjinās chest and stomach molding against his own smaller frame. it was like being wrapped in a warm, living mattress.
hyunjin pulled back just enough to cup felixās face in his fat hands. his eyes widened. "look at you! your face is so much fuller, lix. itās so cute, oh my god, youāre finally filling out." he squeezed felixās cheeks, delighting in the way the skin didn't snap back as quickly as it used to.
"stop it," felix giggled, though he leaned into the touch.
"turn around," hyunjin commanded, a playful glint in his eyes. "i want to see if that ass is finally catching up. i need to see if those jeans are holding on for dear life."
"hyunjin, don't embarrass the poor kid," seungmin called out from the sofa, not looking away from the screen, while jisung let out a high-pitched, wheezing laugh.
hyunjin ignored them, spinning felix around. "wow. look at that! itās actually happening. youāre starting to get soft, honey!ā
felix turned bright red, feeling like a ripe strawberry under the collective gaze of his friends. he playfully shoved hyunjin away, but his heart was hammering with a mix of shame and pride. they made his weight gain feel like a trophy, a communal project they were all invested in.
the two of them retreated to a quieter corner of the massive sofa, huddling together like two schoolgirls sharing secrets. hyunjin immediately leaned in, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "tell me everything. how was the exam? and more importantly... tell me about the food. i want the details."
felix leaned back, feeling the luxury of the basement and the heat of his friends surrounding him. he told hyunjin about the a+, but his voice grew lower and more breathless when he started talking about the "real" victory. he described the binge from the night before in vivid detailāthe way chan had sat him down and systematically fed him until he was breathless and bursting. he told him about the sensation of chanās hands guiding the food into his mouth, the way his stomach had felt like a hard, stretched drum, and how chan had watched him with that dark, hungry look as he grew more and more stuffed.
"he didn't let me stop," felix whispered, a shiver running down his spine. "he just kept telling me how good i looked with a full belly. and hyungā¦ i liked it so much."
āof course you liked it,ā hyunjin murmured, a feline smirk dancing on his plush lips as he bit his lower one, eyes shimmering with a mischievous glint. he reached for the glass bong, the water inside swirling with the remnants of their last hit, and passed it smoothly to felix.
felix took it with practiced ease, inhaling deeply. the thick, herbal smoke filled his lungs, and as he held it, he felt the world begin to soften at the edges. across from him, hyunjin wasnāt looking at his face. his gaze was anchored lower, tracking the way felixās white sweater strained across his midsection. felix was wearing his favorite black skinny jeansāthe ones that used to require a belt to stay upābut now, the denim was pulled taut, the fabric whispering of a resistance that hadnāt been there a two weeks ago.
āi think itās going to take very little time before these jeans are too tight for you,ā hyunjin said, his voice dropping an octave. he reached out, his fingers hooking under the hem of the white knit, lifting it just enough to reveal the honeyed, rounded swell of felixās belly pushing stubbornly against the rigid waistband of the denim. the sight of that small, firm curve overhanging the black fabric made hyunjinās pupils dilate.
the weed started to bloom in felixās brain, a warm, hazy honey that stripped away his inhibitions. he looked down at himself, then back at hyunjin, a lazy, proud smile tugging at his mouth. āactually,ā felix confessed, his voice airy and slow, āif i had eaten more at dinner, i could have pushed them even further. i could have made my stomach grow even bigger.ā
hyunjinās eyes flared with satisfaction. he leaned in closer, the scent of expensive cologne and cannabis surrounding them. āis that so? well, when we get back to my place, iām going to make you try a way to make that button pop right off.ā
felix felt a violent surge of heat rush to his face. his cheeks turned a dark, dusty rose, and he instinctively pressed his thighs together, a sharp ache of excitement pooling in his lower belly at the mental image of his clothes finally surrendering to his growth.
the night continued in a blur of laughter and smoke. eventually, the two of them drifted back to the other couch to join the rest of the group. the playstation had been turned off, replaced by low lo-fi beats and the heavy, comfortable atmosphere of post-binge lethargy. felix sank onto the couch, or rather, onto chan. he settled himself between chanās massive thighs, leaning back against the broad, fat chest that felt like a fortress. across from them, hyunjin was draped over changbin in a way that made felixās heart ache with a desperate, hungry envy.
hyunjin was changbinās beautiful, fat doll. he sat astride changbinās lap, his soft, heavy weight settling naturally. their belliesāboth thick and softened by months of shared gluttonyāwere pressed flush against each other, creating a cushion of warm flesh between them as they chatted with the others. changbin sipped from a beer and let out a loud, unbothered burp that made hyunjin giggle. every few minutes, changbin would reach up, his thick hand wrapping possessively around the back of hyunjinās neck, and shove a piece of pizza or a handful of snacks into hyunjinās mouth. hyunjin didnāt protest; he simply accepted the offering, chewed and swallowed with a blissful expression, and went right back to talking as if being hand-fed like a prize pig was the most natural thing in the world.
felix watched them, mesmerized. he imagined himself in that positionānot just soft, but ruined. he wanted to be as round and helpless as hyunjin, a soft creature that existed only to be filled and adored by chan. he needed to be that beautiful for him.
after a few more hours of hazy laughter and mindless snacking, the night finally wound down. the eight friends said their goodbyes, the air filled with the sounds of shuffling feet and tired groans.
āiāll pick you up tomorrow morning, okay?ā chan said softly as they pulled up in front of hyunjinās house. hyunjin had already hopped into changbinās car for the short drive, leaving felix and chan alone in the quiet sanctuary of the suv.
felix nodded, his movements cute and sluggish from the weed and the looming weight of sleep. he leaned across the center console, his body feeling heavy and soft, and captured chanās lips in a slow, deep kiss. he let his tongue slide against chanās, tasting the lingering sweetness of the snacks theyād shared.
āfrom tomorrow, iāll be all yours,ā felix purred against chanās lips, his voice dropping into a shaky attempt at a sultry tone that made chan chuckle.
āoh really?ā chan asked, his voice low and dangerous. his large hand traveled down, finding the soft, bloated curve of felixās waist and squeezing the new padding there.
felix let out a tiny, kitten-like mewl and nodded, kissing him again, deeper this time. chan responded by biting down on felixās lower lip, eliciting a needy whine. āyou canāt tease me like this,ā chan growled into the kiss, ānot when i donāt even get to have you in my bed tonight.ā
chanās hand migrated to the back of felixās jeans, intending to slide his palm down inside the denim to feel the heat of felixās skin. but he stopped, a surprised laugh escaping him. the jeans were so tight, the fabric strained so fiercely against felixās expanding hips and ass, that there wasn't even a millimeter of space for chanās hand to pass. the new fat was packed into the denim like a sausage in its casing.
chanās grip shifted, moving from felixās waist to his neck. he held him there, looking at him with a raw, dark hunger. āi canāt believe it, lix. youāve already outgrown a size. i canāt even get my hand in here anymore.ā he leaned in, his breath hot against felixās ear. āi canāt wait to see you break your first pair of clothes. i want to watch the seams rip because youāre just too much for them to hold.ā
felix let out a strangled moan, his head lolling back against chanās hand. the praise felt better than the high. he reached for the button of his pants, desperate to unzip them just so chan could finally touch what he had built, but a sharp, rhythmic rapping on the window shattered the moment.
āare you moving or what?ā hyunjinās muffled voice complained from outside.
they turned to see hyunjin standing on the sidewalk, wrapped in his oversized black puffer jacket. the way it sat on his frame made him look like a cute ball of lard, his round face peeking out from the hood with an impatient pout.
felix sighed, the spell broken but the heat still simmering in his gut. he gave chan one last lingering look before sliding out of the car with his bag and into the cool night air, his tight jeans pinching his waist with every step toward his friend.
hyunjinās palm connected with his ass in a sharp, playful smack that echoed through the quiet night air. felix let out a high-pitched, surprised mewl, his body jumping forward as he nearly tripped over his own heavy feet.
āgod, lix. i canāt stand you two. he really canāt keep his hands off you anymore, can he?ā hyunjin teased, his voice thick with amusement as he watched felix try to regain his dignity. āalmost two weeks of feeding you up and chan acts like youāre made of gold.ā
felix ducked his head, his face flushing a deep crimson that was visible even in the dim streetlights. he felt shy, a flutter of bashful pride warming his chest as he thought about the way chanās large hands had just been desperately trying to find purchase under his waistband. "he's just... attentive," felix stammered, though the way he bit his lip suggested he loved every second of the obsession.
they slipped into the house, the interior swallowed by a heavy, 1:00 am silence. the lights were extinguished, signaling that hyunjinās parents had long since retired to bed.
felix and hyunjin moved like two shadows, though their movements were far from graceful. as they began the slow trek up the stairs, the physical toll of the night began to show. both were stuffed to the brim, their stomachs taut and heavy with the evening's excesses. hyunjin, carrying significantly more weight than felix, was already breathing a bit harder, his fat middle shifting under his jacket with every step.
āi got us so much stuff for tonight,ā hyunjin then whispered, pausing on the landing to catch his breath, his hand resting on the banister. āwe aren't sleeping for a long time.ā
they reached hyunjinās bedroom and shut the door with a soft click. felix looked around the room, a sudden wave of emotion hitting him. "thank you for this, jinnie," he whispered, his voice trembling slightly. "i... i've never really done a sleepover before. not since i was really little with chan. my parents never allowed it. i'm just really, really happy."
hyunjinās expression softened instantly. felix looked so small and sweet, even with his stomach pushing out his sweater. he reached out and pulled felix into a warm, soft hug. "i missed having someone to share this with too, lix."
felix pulled away and sank onto the edge of the bed, letting out a loud, pained huff. the sitting position forced his stomach to fold over the rigid denim of his skinny jeans, the waistband digging into his soft flesh with agonizing pressure. "god, these are so tight," he groaned, rubbing his lower belly through the white knit. "can we... can we put on pajamas already? i feel like i'm going to burst."
hyunjin was crouching by his desk, rummaging through a dark corner near the floor. at felix's question, he turned around, a sharp, cunning grin spreading across his face. his eyes moved over felixās strained silhouette with predatory satisfaction.
āoh, we can change,ā hyunjin said, his voice dripping with intent. he stood up slowly, grunting at the effort, and produced a large, heavy six-pack of soda. the plastic crinkled loudly as he set the bottles on the desk. ābut we arenāt putting on pajamas yet. these are going to be the things that finally make us pop our buttons.ā
felix felt a sudden, violent jolt of heat spark in his lower belly. his pulse hammered in his throat as he stared at the bottles. "w-what do you mean?" he stammered.
hyunjin walked toward the bed with a heavy, deliberate gait, placing the six bottles of soda in a row on the mattress. āitās simple,ā hyunjin grinned, his voice low and commanding. "we don't stop drinking until the buttons on our jeans snap. we're going to fill ourselves until the denim gives up."
hyunjin turned toward his wardrobe, his movements lazy and heavy. he pulled out a pair of jeans from the back of the shelfāa pair that was clearly from his thinner days, looking impossibly narrow compared to his current frame. felix watched, mesmerized, as hyunjin began to strip.
his belly was a dense, protruding mound, glorious in its protrusion. it was packed tight with fat and the evening's food, a solid sphere of weight that sat heavy over his lap and divided in two big fat rolls. hyunjin huffed and puffed as he moved, his laziness amplified by the fat he had to shift. he moved with a slow, labored deliberate-ness that made felixās mouth go dry. there was something incredibly erotic about watching hyunjin struggle against his own bodyāthe way he had to lean back to reach his feet, the way his breath hitched because his stomach was simply in the way of his lungs.
hyunjin tried to pull the small jeans up. his thick, fat thighs fought the fabric every inch of the way. he managed to get them past his knees, but they stalled mid-thigh, the denim screaming as it tried to contain his flesh. he stepped into them, his large, fat ass shaking as he tried to wiggle the pants up. he was panting now, his face flushed from the exertion.
"fuck... i'm really too fat for these," hyunjin laughed, his breath short. he gave one more desperate tug, his belly spilling over the top of the unbuttoned denim in a heavy roll. he looked helpless, pinned by his own growth, his hands shaking as he gripped the belt loops.
felix knew he shouldn't be staring, but he couldn't help it. the sight of hyunjināso beautiful and yet so physically hindered by his own gluttonyāsent a wave of pure, unadulterated arousal through him. he felt his own jeans tighten further as his body reacted, and he involuntarily clamped his legs together, a small whimper escaping his throat.
"do you... do you need a hand?" felix asked, his voice cracking.
hyunjin looked at him, sweat beading on his forehead, his eyes dark with a mix of exhaustion and pride. "yeah," he breathed, leaning back against the wardrobe. "come here, lix. help me squeeze into these. then we start the soda."
felix stood up from the bed, his legs feeling heavy and clumsy, and stepped toward hyunjin, who was leaning back against the wardrobe. the room was quiet, save for the rhythmic, slightly labored sound of hyunjinās breathing. felix reached out, his small hands trembling as they hovered near the open waistband of hyunjinās jeans. the denim was strained to its absolute limit, pulled taut around the thick, fat swell of hyunjinās waist.
as felixās fingertips finally made contact with hyunjinās skin, a jolt of electricity shot through him. it was the first time he had ever touched a belly that wasnāt chanās. hyunjinās skin was incredibly hot, radiating a deep, furnace-like warmth, and it was so impossibly softāsofter than felix had even imagined. without realizing it, felix bit his lower lip hard, his eyes fixated on the way his fingers sank slightly into the plush, dense flesh.
he could feel hyunjinās gaze heavy on the top of his head.
it was a strange, intoxicating moment.
felix wasn't "attracted" to hyunjin the way he was to chan; there was no romantic pull, no desire to replace his best friend or soon to be boyfriend (?). instead, it was a profound, platonic admiration. he looked at hyunjin and saw the personification of his own desiresāa beautiful, soft, pampered boy who was unapologetically taking up space. in that moment, felix felt a sudden urge to kiss him, but not a loverās kiss. it was more of a desperate, grateful press of lips, a āi want to be like this" and "thank you for showing me the way." it was a kiss of shared rebellion and mutual adoration for the weight they were both cultivating.
ālix?ā hyunjinās voice, low and slightly amused, broke through the haze.
felix blinked, his face erupting in heat as he snapped back to reality. ās-sorry,ā he stammered, his hands fumbling with the denim.
he grabbed the two ends of the waistband, his knuckles turning white as he pulled with all his might. he had to huff, his own lungs feeling restricted by his white sweater, as he fought to bridge the gap over hyunjinās stomach. in his effort, he accidentally pressed his palms too firmly into the center of hyunjinās bellyāthe part still packed with dinner and snacks.
the pressure forced a breathy moan out of hyunjinās throat.
felix jumped, immediately letting go. the tension in the fabric snapped the waistband back, and hyunjinās belly spilled forward again with a heavy, rhythmic jiggle. āiām so sorry! did i hurt you?ā felix squeaked, his eyes wide with worry.
hyunjin let out an affectionate giggle, the sound vibrating through his fat chest. āno, lix,ā he said softly, his tone sweet and reassuring. he looked down at felix with a teasing glit. āyou donāt have to be afraid to touch me. i donāt bite, i promise.ā
felix nodded, emboldened by hyunjinās kindness. he reached out again, more confident this time. he gripped the denim, planting his feet and pulling until the metal button finally met the buttonhole. hyunjin moaned again, a long, shaky exhale. āfuckā¦ theyāre really tight,ā he whispered, a breathless giggle following the words.
felixās cheeks were absolute on fire as he finally slid the button into place. as soon as he let go, hyunjin exhaled the breath he had been holding to keep his stomach in. the effect was immediate. his dense, heavy belly expanded, surging over the top of the tight jeans in a thick, protruding roll that looked almost painfully beautiful.
ādamn, thanks lix. i donāt think i wouldāve made it on my own,ā hyunjin panted, reaching out to give felix a friendly pat on the shoulder before leaning in to press an affectionate, platonic kiss to his flaming cheek.
hyunjin turned and waddled toward the bed. the mattress let out a loud, stressed creak as he sat down, leaning his back against the headboard. his belly sat prominently in his lap, pushed up by the tight jeans. āhey, lix? can you sit cross-legged in front of me? iāmā¦ a bit too fat to do it myself comfortably right now,ā he admitted with a shameless grin.
felix nodded and climbed onto the bed, letting out a soft sigh as the movement made his own waistband dig into his gut. he settled himself cross-legged directly in front of hyunjin, while hyunjin kept his legs semi-spread to make room for felixās frame. between them sat the six-pack of soda, like a shimmering altar to their coming indulgence.
hyunjin adjusted himself against the headboard, huffing at the effort of shifting his weight. āpass me one, and take one for yourself,ā he commanded, his eyes bright with excitement.
felix reached out, his white sweater riding up to show the taut curve of his own stomach as he pulled two bottles from the plastic rings. hyunjin leaned forward, his stomach pressing firmly against his thighs, to snatch his bottle. then, he paused, a lightbulb going off. āoh! wait, i have mentos in the snack basket under the bed. grab themāthey make the bloating way more intense.ā
felix leaned over the side of the bed, his breath hitching as his stomach folded. it was hard to move with his jeans so tight. instead of just grabbing the candy, he hauled the entire heavy basket of junk food up onto the mattress, placing it between them next to the sodas.
hyunjin let out a loud, teasing laugh. āwow, lix. afraid you wonāt be full enough? did you not just stuff your face enough at jeonginās?ā
felix blushed a deep scarlet, ducking his head. āitās justā¦ when iām with you, i feel more motivated to eat,ā he whispered shyly.
āreally?ā hyunjin asked, his interest piqued. he twisted the cap off his soda with a loud hiss and plucked three mentos from the pack.
felix copied him exactly, his hands shaking slightly as he opened his own bottle and took three of the mints. āyeah,ā felix admitted, looking up at hyunjinās beautiful, round face. āi just want to follow what you do. i want to see how far i can goā¦ i want to push myself to the limit like you.ā
hyunjinās eyes softened into crescents. he popped the three mentos into his mouth and took several huge, chugging gulps of the soda. as the carbonation hit his stomach, he began to rhythmically massage his protruding fat belly with his free hand.
āyouāre so sweet, lix,ā hyunjin said after a long, heavy swallow, his voice airy from the pressure in his torso. he looked at felix with half-lidded, affectionate eyes. āi should really ask chan if i can borrow you a few times a week. binnie is great never lets me take care of him completely like this. heās too busy trying to take care of me.ā
felix froze, his heart leaping into his throat. he took several large gulps of his own soda, the fizzy liquid filling him up instantly. a small, involuntary burp escaped him, and he immediately clamped a hand over his mouth, mortified. āyouā¦ youād want to take care of me?ā he stammered, his voice high with excitement and embarrassment.
hyunjin finished his first liter with a long, satisfied groan, his face showing the slight discomfort of a stomach stretched to capacity. he shifted his weight on the mattress, his jeans screaming at the seams.
ānot like chan does, obviously,ā hyunjin explained, āi mean in a platonic way. likeā¦ two best friends motivating each other to be as cute and soft and fat as possible. we can get huge together, feel all cuddly and stuffed, and then show off the results to our boyfriends.ā
felix looked at him with wide, shimmering puppy eyes. the heavy pressure in his stomach, the tightness of his jeans, and hyunjinās warm, supportive words made him feel like he was exactly where he was meant to be. it was as if hyunjin had reached into his mind and pulled out his deepest, most secret wish.
he felt a surge of affection so strong it was almost overwhelming; he looked at hyunjin and felt such a deep sense of belonging that he almost wanted to lean in and kiss him affectionately, a soft, grateful press of lips to thank him for this shared feeling.
biting his lower lip, he looked at his friend with shimmering eyes. "i feel... i feel so cuteā¦? when iām with you, jinnie," he whispered, the admission making his heart flutter.
hyunjin let out a sweet giggle, his eyes warm with fondness. "that's because you are, lix," he replied. he groaned as he attempted to lean forward to grab a second bottle of soda from the mattress. the sound was a pathetic, needy whine as his tight jeans sank mercilessly into his fat waist. in that moment, hyunjin looked like a spoiled, greedy babyābeautifully soft and hindered by his own fat, struggling to reach a simple bottle because his stomach was simply too large and his body too lazy to bypass it.
finally securing the drink, hyunjin collapsed back against the headboard, the bed groaning under his weight. he let out an uninhibited burp and sighed happily. "that's what i adore about you," hyunjin said, his voice thick with satisfaction. "the fact that youāre so cute and that you have the exact same vision i do. we both know whatās good for us."
felix giggled, lost in the hazy, sugary bliss of the moment, and almost forgot that his own first liter was still half-full. hyunjin noticed immediately. as he twisted the cap off his second bottle, his gaze sharpened, pinning felix to the spot. ābut don't get distracted now, lix. you need to focus. finish that first one."
felix nodded obediently, his hands shaking slightly as he lifted the heavy bottle to his lips. for the next three minutes, the room fell into a heavy, charged silence, save for the low thrum of the music and the rhythmic, desperate sound of felix swallowing. it was a slow, agonizing process. with every gulp, felix felt his stomach expand further, the carbonation blooming inside him like a storm. he was forcing himself to drink, his throat working hard to down the liquid even as his body screamed that it was full.
it was a kinky, visceral struggle; felixās eyes stayed locked on hyunjin, who watched him with delight while slowly massaging his own protruding gut and drinking his own bottle. felixās white sweater was now stretched so thin it was nearly translucent over the hard, rounded mound of his belly. he let out small, pained moans of discomfort between sips, feeling like he was truly on the verge of popping, but the thrill of hyunjinās approval kept him tilting the bottle back until the very last drop was gone.
"take the second one," hyunjin said then, his own second bottle already half-emptied.
felixās head was in the clouds, dizzy from the sugar and the sheer physical pressure. he let out a soft, feline whineāa needy little meow of protest. "jinnie... i'm so full..."
but hyunjin shifted his fat frame on the mattress, let out a wet burp, and tried to reach toward the basket to grab felixās next bottle for him. as he leaned his heavy torso forward, the tension became too much for the struggling denim.
the metal button finally gave way, flying off and hitting the floor with a sharp clink. freed from its cage, hyunjinās dense, heavy fat cascaded outward, spilling over the open fly in a glorious rush of flesh. hyunjin let out a loud, breathless moan, a long burp escaping him at the same time as the sudden relief hit his digestive system. he slumped back against the headboard, his hands instinctively coming up to cup and hold his heavy, protruding stomach. he whined softly from the sheer discomfort of being so overstuffed, his breath coming in short, shallow hitches.
"fuck... uurppāi'm so fat," hyunjin murmured, his voice a dazed, erotic slur. "iām so full... i feel like i'm going to burst open. it feels so good... iām soāmhmā¦ fucking fat. i can barely think."
felix watched the entire display with a shocked, wide-eyed expression. he was frozen, his breath hitching as he watched hyunjin handle his own mass. the sight was so intensely hot, so raw in its gluttony, that felix felt a sudden, sharp ache in his own pants. despite the agonizing pressure in his stomach, he could feel his own cock hardening, straining against the tight black denim of his jeans. he bit his lip so hard it nearly bled, his mind racing with the image of hyunjinās liberated belly.
hyunjin lay there, his face half-sunken into the soft cushion of his double chin, his eyes heavy and hooded with a food-and-soda coma. he looked utterly defeated by his own greed, a beautiful, overfed mess. "now itās just you, lix," he said, his voice sleepy and thick. "only you left to break."
felix swallowed hard, the saliva thick in his mouth from a mix of arousal and anticipation. he tried to avert his eyes, but it was impossible not to notice the prominent bulge in hyunjin's unbuttoned jeans, a clear sign that hyunjin was just as turned on by their game as he was.
hyunjin raised one fat, heavy arm with visible effort, his movements slow and dripping with laziness. he made a beckoning gesture, his fingers curling in the air.
"come on... don't be shy," hyunjin teased softly. āletās see how much more we can fit in you."
felix crawled shyly across the mattress, each movement a delicate torture of fullness. his belly was so distended and tight that every inch he gained toward his friend felt like a monumental achievement; he felt heavy, a little overfed puppy seeking comfort. hyunjin, seeing him struggle so much, smiled with a lazy sweetness and opened his fat legs, making space on his soft lap. "come here... sit on me," he told him in a low voice, encouraging him with a nod.
felix had an adorable pout on his face, his lips swollen and his cheeks flushed not only from the soda, but from the unbearable pressure of his black jeans. with a final moan, he positioned himself on hyunjinās fleshy thighs, feeling the warmth emanating from his friendās massive body. "give me a bottle and some mentos," hyunjin ordered softly, his voice a velvet caress. felix obeyed with slow movements, reaching a trembling hand toward the basket of junk food. hyunjin took the bottle and opened it with a huff, the sound of the gas escaping sounding almost like a sigh of relief in that tension-filled room.
"best friends do everything together, right?" hyunjin asked, as he took felixās small hands and guided them over his own bare stomach, freed moments before by the exploded button. felix gasped at the contact; hyunjinās skin was very hot and his belly was a dense, glorious mass that throbbed under his palms. "if i made my button pop, then you have to do it too," hyunjin added with a sly grin. without giving him time to reply, he grabbed felix by the chin, forcing him to look at him, and brought the bottle to his lips.
felix closed his eyes, a mix of sharp pain from the abdominal tension and forbidden pleasure running through his body. he began to swallow loudly, like a hungry little piglet, while the sugary liquid flowed in rivers, filling every millimeter left in his stomach. when he pulled away to catch his breath, some soda dripped down his chin, wetting the collar of his white sweater. hyunjin, with a deliberate movement, squeezed his belly with a heavy hand, causing him a deep and involuntary burp. felix was too full, too tired, and too excited to feel shame; he simply let himself be manipulated, his breath becoming shorter and shorter.
hyunjin then took a handful of mentos and stuffed them into felixās mouth. "eat them all, good baby,ā he whispered. felix chewed with difficulty, feeling the chemical reaction start to bloat his insides further. his only fixed thought, almost an obsession, was to make those damn jeans give way that were literally cutting him in two. with a desperate move, he sought hyunjinās fat wrist and pulled it toward him, silently begging for more soda. he wanted to burst. he wanted to be ruined like hyunjin.
he started drinking again with urgency, while hyunjin showered him with compliments. "youāre almost there, lix... look how tight you are. you're so good." while felix gulped down the liquid like a kitten wanting milk, hyunjin whispered in his ear, "push, lix. push your belly out as much as you can. break that button for me." felix emitted a muffled whimper against the neck of the bottle, trying to follow the command while hyunjinās fingers continued to stroke the warm skin of his belly peeking out from his raised sweater.
"it hurts... jinnie, it hurts... i'm too full," felix lamented between sips, his eyes narrowed to two shiny slits from the effort. he emitted a painful burp, feeling the pressure reach its peak. he sought stability by leaning a hand on hyunjinās massive thigh behind him and, the moment he let himself go slightly backward to seek relief, the miracle happened.
the button of his black jeans shot away, flying somewhere in the room. felix let out a long, high-pitched moan, almost a cry of liberation, and abandoned himself completely against hyunjinās fat and welcoming body. he dropped the now empty bottle and buried his face against his friend's sweater, which was stretched to the limit by his own fat tits. felix burped again, a long and wet sound, right against hyunjinās chest, feeling his own extremely bloated and rock-hard belly press forcefully against his friend's soft and free one.
it was a heavenly sensation: two masses of full, warm flesh crushing against each other. felix began to murmur nonsense, a delirium of fullness and extreme pleasure. "too much... so full... look jinnie..." hyunjin softly stroked his blonde hair, looking with pride at the undone body of his friend. "you were so good, lix. it was super hot... really fun, right?" he whispered to him, āi canāt wait how big you will become.ā
it had been two months since that sleepover, and the transformation was nothing short of a decadent tragedy.
the "study retreat" felix had lied to his parents about had turned into a permanent residency in a palace of lard and lust. felix had surrendered his body to food obsession, and the results were staggering: he had claimed 23 kilograms of soft, golden weight, ballooning to nearly 93 kilos of pure, pampered piggishness.
felix didn't just look different; he looked like a completely different species. his once-sharp jawline had been swallowed by a permanent, velvety double chin that wobbled with every word. his face was a round, mochi-like masterpiece, with puffy cheeks so soft they looked like theyād hold a thumbprint for minutes. he was breathtakingly cute, a cherubic little pig with a face that screamed to be pinched and fed.
his belly was no longer just a "bump"āit was a fat, spherical, and protruding globe of fat that forced him to walk slowly and cutely. it was decorated with deep, soft rolls that spilled over his waist and sat heavily in his lap whenever he sat down. and yet, he still had that teasing, hourglass shape: a waist that was technically narrow compared to his massive, wide hips and his heavy, beautiful ass that swayed and jiggled with a mind of its own whenever he moved. his thighs were soft pillars of lard, rubbing together with a wet friction that made his pants scream, expanding into wide, soft puddles of flesh the second he sat on a chair. even his hands and feet had succumbed; his fingers looked like chubby little sausages, and his feet were soft, dimpled cushions of fat.
this gorgeous ruin was the result of two months of absolute stillness, a life lived entirely between the sheets of chanās bed or the velvet sofas of their friendsā mansions. felix only moved to be transported in chanās g-wagon to luxury restaurants where theyād sit for hours, or to go to hyunjinās house to perform stupid, gluttonous games with their fat bodies.
their relationship had shifted into something more intimate. chan was addicted to him. he couldn't stop touching felix, his thick fingers constantly wandering over the rolls, kneading the new fat that encased felixās short frame. chanās mother was in heaven, cooing over felix as he ate like a little piglet at her table, proud to see him finally keeping up with the heavy, rhythmic pace of a "real" fat family. meanwhile, felixās parents were ghosts in his phone. when they messaged to ask if he was coming home, heād just lieātell them he was buried in books, that the exams were too hardāwhen the reality was that the only thing he was doing was eating, fucking, and smoking himself into a stupor with his boyfriend and their circle of fat stoners.
he had promised himself heād keep studying, but the brain fog of a thousand calories and constant weed had claimed him. he had watched hyunjin struggle to focus, his mind a haze of food and sex 24/7, and thought heād be different. but one week of "relaxation" became a month, then two. he was now just a stupid, beautiful little ball of fat.
the one time heād tried to sit at his desk, the anxiety of his neglected work had hit him. but instead of reading, he had started compulsively tearing into the mountain of snacks he kept in his desk drawers for "comfort." āmmphā¦ fuckā¦ ām so full,ā heād groaned, the sound of his heavy, rhythmic chewing filling the room. then, he felt itāthe way his massive, bloated belly pressed firmly and unyieldingly against the edge of the desk. it was a physical reminder of how far heād gone. he reached down to touch himself, but his hand struggled to reach past the sheer volume of his stomach. the realization that he was becoming too fat to even masturbate easily sent a jolt of pure electricity through him. he got so hard and so excited by his own helplessness that he just gave up on the books, moaning around a mouthful of snack cakes, choosing to sink deeper into his own ruin.
he had just became a fat, dumb stoner.
he, hyunjin, and the others lived in a permanent cloud of high-grade weed, using the bong hits to stretch their appetites to impossible limits. they would spend entire afternoons at hyunjinās or in felixās room at the villa, getting absolutely blasted and then competing to see who could pack more junk food into their distended middles. they teased each other, poking at each other's rolls and laughing when one of them tried to stop.
ācome on, lixieā¦ oooffā¦ you can fit one more burger,ā hyunjin would wheeze, his own belly spilling out of a shirt heād long since outgrown.
theyād even gone shopping together because felix had literally ripped through every single one of hyunjinās old clothes with his expanding ass and gut. and when felix saw hyunjinās mother now, he finally understood the thrill hyunjin had described. the poor woman looked at them with a mixture of heartbreak and genuine shock. she was always on the verge of tears, watching her once-slender son and his once-tiny friend waddle into the kitchen like two prize hogs, making the stools creak and groan under their weight.
seeing her pain only made them hungrier. the second theyād get up to hyunjinās room, away from her judging eyes, theyād push themselves to the absolute limit.
ādid you see her face?ā hyunjin would laugh, his double chin shaking as he tore into a bag of donuts.
āshe thinksā¦ she thinks weāre dying,ā felix would giggle, his voice airy and high-pitched from the pressure in his torso. ābut iāve never felt so alive.ā
they would sit on the bed, bellies clashing together, drinking liters of soda that made them let out deep, wet, satisfied burps and moans. they were two piggish best friends, completely lost in a cycle of greed, encouraging each other to get bigger, softer, and more useless every single day. felix was no longer a student; he was a masterpiece of lard, a mochi-faced slut for calories, and he never wanted to find his way back to the world of the thin.
but the person felix spent the most time with now was chan. chan, the possessive guy who, ever since felix had taken his last exam two months ago, had never accepted a "no" for an answer or allowed anyone to steal too much of his time with felix. it had started with celebratory meals, then evolved into a quiet, heavy isolation. chan didn't just want felix's time; he wanted his entire existence to be weighted down, anchored to the bed by layers of soft, pale fat and the fog of a broken mind.
chan loved the idea that felix's mental state had degraded so much that he was constantly masturbating and always horny, letting chan fuck him because being fat felt so good. there was a primal, dark satisfaction for chan in watching felixās intelligenceāthe sharp, academic wit that had gotten him through those examsāslowly dissolve into a puddle of pure, gluttonous instinct. now, felixās thoughts were as thick as the gravy he poured over everything. he didn't think about his future or his parents; he only thought about the next bite, the next orgasm, and the way his own skin felt stretched and sensitive.
felix would get up in the morning and immediately jerk off or rub himself against chanās fat body because he wanted to feel his growing gut, which was sticking out even further than the day before, and he just couldn't help himself. every morning was a ritual of soft, heavy friction. felix would wake up with his breath already hitching, his hands immediately diving beneath his own soft, protruding belly to find himself. he would press his softening frame against chanās massive, warm side, his heart racing as he felt the solid, growing shelf of chanās gut. the sensation of their bellies meetingātwo mounds of excess pressing togetherāwas enough to make felix sob with a desperate, shameful need.
felix was completely shameless because his mind was so dulled and muddled by endless gorging and pleasure that he didn't even have the capacity to really think about it all, not that heād want to. he was just trapped in an endless cycle of stuffing his face while humping his pillow and only breaking it up to sleep and to let chan fuck him and feed him, then waking up and doing it all over again until he was so huge he could only get off by fucking his own fat pad. he was becoming a creature of pure consumption. he was just completely insatiable in every sense of the term.
one afternoon, the air was particularly stagnant, heavy with the afternoon sun. felix was sprawled on his back, his breath coming in shallow huffs as his belly rose and fell like a soft, fat mountain. chan walked in, the floorboards groaning slightly under his own weight. in one hand, he carried a massive tray of fast foodāstacks of double bacon cheeseburgers, boxes of glazed donuts, and a bowl of pasta carbonara so rich it looked like liquid gold. in his other hand, he held his phone.
chan decided to use a toy on felix that he could control with his phone while felix stuffed himself. with a casual flick of his thumb over the screen, the small, powerful silicone egg buried deep inside felixās soft rim jumped to life. felixās back arched instantly, his thighs trembling as a high-pitched whine escaped his throat.
"hungry, my little pig?" chan asked, his voice a low, possessive rumble.
every time chan put a plate of fast food, sweet treats, or something fat and rich in carbs in front of him, heād just use the toy to edge felix until he finished everything. he picked up a burger, the grease glistening on the wrapper, and held it to felixās lips. as felix took a massive, greedy bite, chan slid the intensity bar on the app to seventy percent.
felix's eyes rolled back. he tried to chew, but the vibration was so intense it rattled his teeth. he let out a muffled moan, grease dripping down his chin as he swallowed. the moment the bite went down, chan lowered the vibration just enough to keep him desperate, then shoved a handful of salty fries into his mouth.
"swallow it all," chan commanded. "you're so full, aren't you? so tight."
felix began to whine like a fat little horny full pig. the sounds coming from his throat were barely humanāwet, needy grunts and whimpers as he struggled to balance the physical pressure in his stomach with the mounting electric agony between his legs. his belly felt like a drum, the skin shiny and taut from the sheer volume of the binge, but chan was relentless. every forkful of heavy, cheesy pasta was met with a violent surge of the toy.
"please, o-oppaā¦ i'm... i'm gonna burst," felix gasped, his hands clutching at the rolls of his waist, his fingers sinking deep into his own soft flesh.
"not until the tray is empty," chan replied, his thumb hovering over the 'burst' mode on the app.
felix nodded frantically, his mouth hanging open for the next donut. it was a dark, hypnotic dance. the more he ate, the more chan teased him, keeping him right on the jagged edge of a climax. the sugar from the donuts sent his heart racing, the carbs making his blood feel thick and sluggish, heightening every single nerve ending. by the time the last crumb was gone, felix was a wreck of sweat and grease, his breathing heavy and wet.
only then, with the tray empty and felixās belly protruding more than ever, did chan let the toy roar to its maximum setting. felix screamed, his body jerking in a violent, messy release that left him sobbing into the pillows, his mind completely wiped clean of anything but the sensation of being owned and overfed.
other times, instead, chan would walk in on felix almost humping the air after gorging himself without the toy in, begging chan for his cock. felix was on his side, his heavy thigh pulled up to make room for his distended stomach, his hand working frantically between his legs. his eyes were glazed, muddled by the sheer weight of his own body and the lingering haze of the feast.
āchannieā¦please," felix would whimper, his voice a broken rasp. "i'm so fatā¦ i need you inside me... i'm so horny, i can't stop..."
he looked completely shameless, a beautiful, gluttonous mess that belonged entirely to chan.
