“Dude. Namjoon’s been trying to get your attention. The food can wait.” He chuckled sadly.
“Wait, huh?” Jungkook looked up at Namjoon. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong! Well, there actually is something- but it’s not inherently wrong, just a little weird that we all discovered, that you might have been warned about that you may not remember because it was only reported recently so it may not have-”
“Oh my god, Namjoon.” Seokjin swallowed his most recent bite of food before turning to look at Jungkook. “If you can’t say it, I will.”
“Say what?” Jungkook was nervous now.
Okay so the smut is actually next chapter, but this one is still full of kinky shenanigans so no worries.
In a world concerned with the average person's environmental footprint, leading scientists in biology propose a new and controversial permanent procedure to the world's governments.
Diminution.
A year after the program takes place, Jungkook is finally able to volunteer himself for the MICRO program after waiting to be drafted for months. Now the size of a spoon, Jungkook must bond with his new Diminution Transition Host Namjoon and his fellow Smalls as they'll be his new family for the rest of his life.
But why is everyone so fat? And why is he so hungry all the time?
Turns out there's consequences to Going Small, side effects that Jungkook will discover as his body teaches him a lesson in messing with the natural order of things. A lesson the others know intimately well.
I finally got the writing bug back! And during a time where none of my various physical and mental health problems are affecting me!
First chapter is world building with hints of kink, second chapter will most likely be extraordinarily kinky and smutty, feat. obese belly fucking.
a very very late christmas gift for a friend of mine ヽ(o^ ^o)ﾉ
art by: said friend (ily)
Summary: although jeon jungkook is new, and has seeked refuge in this pack, it doesn't mean he will let himself be run over with. but talking back to the pack's head omega, might cost him everything.
or the one where jimin has a hobby of fattening misbehaved alphas beyond recognition.
tags: nsfw, jikook ,minor characters namgi , omegaverse , feederism , medieval times , tribe , dead dove -ish , dom omega jimin , sub alpha jungkook , feedee jungkook , forceful feeding , punishments , locked up , non-con , dubious consent , forceful gaining , forced submission , toxic relationship , fat jungkook , public humiliation , body shaming
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“Sorry I got to go.” Yoongi swiftly presses a kiss to his mate’s cheek.
“You’re not staying for dinner?” Namjoon’s eyes follow him with a pout, as the alpha makes his way to the door.
“Can’t.” It's Yoongi’s turn to pout too. “The new guy in the hunting pack got into trouble, Jimin requested an audience.”
His mate winces. “Oh…” There's a moment of silence. “You think it's one of those times?”
Yoongi meditates it for a moment, and shrugs with a smile. “The pack might be getting a new pet.” Is all he says before closing the door.
Jungkook was never one to hold back. Or bite his tongue. Mainly because it's only now becoming a problem.
He never had to hold his words in his old pack.
“I’ve made my decision, Jungkook.” The head omega of his current pack, Jimin, spoke stoically. Always unwavering in a way that made the alpha want to snarl.
“Hunting in the northern border is off limits. And I don’t want to hear you lead our alphas to that place again.” The omega squints his eyes down at Jungkook from where he sits on the altar.
Jungkook takes a deep breath. Trying to soothe his wolf from snapping back. “I was just trying to-”
“I don’t want to hear it!” Jimin cuts through his words, with an authority that makes the rest of the room fall impossibly quieter. “The snow is far too deep for our hunting pack to go meddle in the mountains, you put all of them at risk!”
The alpha feels his hands ball into fists, lips pressed into a thin line.
“Some risks are worth taking!” He barks back. And if the room could become any more tense, it does now. The cruel wind whistling outside becomes the only thing cutting through the silence; as the lead hunter and head omega share a glare.
Jimin looks at him and it feels like an unspoken challenge, slightly sitting more upright than he was when the hunter squad was first brought in for an audience.
And Jungkook was never one to hold back.
“What would you know?!” He roars. “An omega has no business deciding our hunting routes!”
Jungkook feels satisfied then. Letting a sort of sepulchral silence fall over the room as Jimin’s eyes widened, and his nostrils flared.
Good.
Just because he was taken into this new pack doesn’t mean he has to bow down to anyone who isn’t worthy of his respect.
He should have known… seeking refuge in a pack led by an omega.
The alpha even dares to smirk triumphantly, as the speechless head omega looks at him with what can only be described as pure and unadulterated outrage.
It takes him by surprise, when Jimin’s tone is uncharacteristically calm.
“Jeon Jungkook, you are officially stepping down as lead hunter of our pack.”
“What!? You can’t do that!” His scoff would have held a lot more punch had his voice not risen up an octave.
“I can… But I don’t have to.” Jimin dares to smile, and the alpha feels his blood boil at the sight. “No hunter wants to risk their lives, following an overconfident wolf into some reckless, stroke-of-ego, hunting mission.”
The confidence with which he says it makes something twist at the bottom of Jungkook’s stomach. Jimin’s eyes leave their glaring match to skim the room around the alpha, where his hunting pack stood in silence.
Jungkook turns around too, and is met with a crowd of wolves who aren’t looking back. Avoiding his eyes in disinterest, a silent pledge of allegiance to Jimin in a way that manages to isolate Jungkook from everyone in the room.
It's only then, that he feels the true influence of this pack’s leader. Snapping to look back at Jimin with quickening breaths.
“This is not over, alpha.” He speaks simply, not an ounce of the fury that he saw before, clinging to Jimin’s face or his tone. “You’re dismissed for now.”
The next day is filled with an eerie sensation Jungkook can’t seem to get rid of.
Jungkook feels the knot in his stomach tighten. Pressing his fangs together in a tight clench and turning around with a scoff, as he exits the omega’s office.
He isn’t shunned from the pack perse… Everyone seems to be treating him normally. But he definitely doesn’t feel confident walking up to his fellow hunters.
Especially after they showed who’s side they’re on.
But the rest of the pack must not be as brainwashed, they treat him kindly, almost empathetically. And while he appreciates the comradery, he rather not take people’s pity.
Especially about some head omega, who poses no real threat to him. In fact, enough of the day goes by that Jungkook begins to question if there's even gonna be any repercussions to his actions at all.
Jimin is all bark no bite, he dares to think.
“Jungkook?” A younger wolf walks up to him. “The head omega requests your presence.”
There it is again, that tightness in his abdomen. Jungkook shrugs it off and nods as he stands up.
He is forgetting himself. Just because Jimin has everyone in the hunting pack wrapped around his finger, doesn’t mean he could do anything to Jungkook.
The alpha lets himself be escorted towards the omega’s office, where he was scolded publicly just last night. The image alone of Jimin staring down at him with such superiority is enough to make Jungkook’s scent flare in annoyance.
He is being punished for simply asking a very reasonable question.
As they walk inside, his eyebrows raise, noticing the room had been shifted into something else.
Jimin’s nest at the top of the altar had been replaced instead with a wooden table and two chairs. And the room is much more crowded than it had been yesterday, the alpha and the youngling have to make their way through the crowd. Only noticing the short head omega once they reach the steps of the altar.
He smiles at Jungkook, with the same ominous calm he got treated with last night.
“You made it.” He states simply, the alpha has to keep his eyes from rolling back.
“I was escorted.” Jungkook offers a sarcastic smile back.
Only then does the head omega seem to acknowledge the other wolf, who nods and politely leaves the conversation.
“Well…Collaborating was never your strongest suit.”
Jungkook’s smile stays intact. “You’re right.” He agrees. “Hunting is my strongest suit.”
“Wrong.” Jimin’s smile impossibly widens. “Talking back is what you excel at.”
The alpha scoffs and shakes his head. “What do you want from me?” His voice lowers, leaning slightly closer to the omega. “Hm? I didn’t present myself for today’s hunt.”
Each word that comes out of Jungkook’s mouth seems to please Jimin more.
“I know. Let me show you what they managed to catch.” His tone matches the alpha’s, as Jimin’s smaller hand reaches for Jungkook’s in a weirdly warm gesture. One that catches him by surprise.
“Come.” Is all the omega says as he gently begins to guide Jungkook up the steps of the altar. As they go up slowly, he gets to truly appreciate just how many people are cramped into the room; looking up at them with an expression Jungkook can’t quite decipher.
Some of his (ex) hunting pack members have their eyebrows slightly scrunched up, as if worried. While some other wolves stare at Jungkook with something resembling morbid fascination.
Hell, he even sees some of the wolves that had reached out to him earlier that day.
And it does nothing to soothe his nerves.
“Please take a seat.” The table, Jungkook notices, has a few plate coverings. The omega’s hand settles on his shoulder and, without adding any pressure, gently guides Jungkook to sit.
He doesn’t resist, the coercion from the audience much stronger than the strength of Jimin’s palm. Especially as last night’s feeling of betrayal creeped back on him.
Courageously shouting from the safety of the crowd before realizing… Nobody was on his side.
“I know you’re all wondering why I gathered you here tonight.” Jimin speaks into the room, commanding its attention easily. Jungkook despises just how natural it feels to look up to the omega as he talks.
Jimin continues. “As some of you may know, last night the abilities of our hunting pack were questioned.” Jungkook can’t help but frown.
His abilities had been questioned as lead hunter!
“And while our openness to change is definitely the strength that’s allowed our pack to survive.” Jimin spares him a glance. One that holds weight only the two of them can understand.
Jungkook’s pack did not, in fact, survive. That's the whole reason he is in this shit hole.
“We do so by prioritizing plurality, respect, and the safety of our brave hunters.” The alpha’s nostrils flare as his fists grip onto the fabric of his pants. But he releases the grip when Jimin, once again, turns to face him.
He wants to prove he can stay calm too… Even if it's a lie.
“But you’re new here, Jungkook.” The gentleness of his expression only makes him angrier.
“I believe I mustn’t have done a good enough job to showcase our local hunters’ expertise.” He shakes his head with feign guilt; at least to Jungkook that is.
“And I assume responsibility for that.” He nods solemnly towards the audience. The alpha has to hold himself from gawking at the sympathetic nods Jimin gets from the crowd.
Maybe they can’t notice Jimin’s pleased smirk from so far away. While Jungkook is getting a front row view of it this very moment.
“So…” He finally takes a seat next to the alpha. Reaching for one of the plate coverings. “Allow me to demonstrate just how much we were able to achieve… Without going up north.” Jimin adds pettily, before revealing the first dish.
Suddenly, Jungkook finds himself face to face with a hearty plate, steam bubbles up from it and so does the decadent rich scent of fatty meat. The alpha feels his mouth fill with saliva.
“Our hunters brought this especially for you to try.” Jimin’s smile is encouraging in a way that feels condescending. “And I‘ve instructed them to keep doing so until I determine you’ve learnt your lesson.”
He frowns puzzled before looking down at the platter. “What? I just have to eat this?”
“Simple enough, right?” The way Jimin chirps makes something twist at the bottom of the alpha’s stomach.
“Right…” He looks down at the dish… Pursing his lips in uncertainty.
Jimin wouldn’t poison him, would he?
He feels himself frown in concentration, as if maybe, if Jungkook scans the plate for long enough, he’ll find a sign of danger.
But he doesn’t get such luxury, as the head omega’s fingers gently cradle the back of his neck; they sink gently into Jungkook’s skin.
“I told you to eat.”
Jimin’s patience wore thin, his tone not holding any of the warmth it had before.
His other hand reached for a spoonful of the tender meat, and brought it to Jungkook’s lips while the alpha was kept in place.
The obstruction comes by so quickly, he has no time to react. Only able to complain with a growl once his lips wrap around the spoon. And by then, his tongue is taken over by the layered fatty, absolutely incredible, flavor of the meat.
His eyes close, letting himself enjoy it as he dutifully chews through the mouthful. Scoffing only one he swallowed.
“What do you think?” The satisfied smirk Jimin has, is all the more motivation for Jungkook to act up.
“There’s no virtue in hunting pork.” He snorts, and feels his alpha purr in delight as the sight of Jimin’s smile drops into a scowl.
Although Jungkook can’t quite celebrate his little victory, as another spoonful is shoved past his lips.
“This is truly the only way to get you to shut up, isn’t it?” Jimin snarls, his nails sinking gently into the alpha’s nape in a way that makes his eyes shut in pain. Fingers dangerously close to his gland.
He is still chewing, so all Jungkook can do is growl in disobedience. Glaring at Jimin out of the corner of his eye, and catches the way the omega’s smile widens.
Then, Jimin presses his thumb against Jungkook’s gland.
The alpha’s entire body trembles meekly, electricity coursing through his system.
“A–ahn-!” His moan muffled through the bite he was still working his way through. His voice coming out broken and shaky.
“You can’t talk back to me, alpha.” It's barely above a whisper, Jimin’s voice stone cold and the room entirely quiet as they watch the scene unfold at the altar.
The crowd stood in silence watching as their head omega made Jungkook’s alpha come undone.
He can’t concentrate, taking shallow quick breaths with some food still in his mouth as the pressure on his gland sends ripples of voltaic shock down his limbs. His mouth opens and closes, scrambling the brain power to say something, anything.
But Jimin is tapping, stabbing, into Jungkook’s most vulnerable instincts.
His mind muddies itself with a mix of pain and indescribable pleasure. His fingers twitch where they gripped onto the armrests of the chair. Feet curling overstimulated to the point he is beginning to see black dots as he stares into the crowd. Big eyes glossed over with unshed tears.
Jungkook has to bite back a whine, his overwhelmed wolf struggling so much as to form a thought.
He gasps when Jimin releases his thumb from the spot. Catching his breath only for a second before the spoon forces its way in again.
Even without the pressure on his gland, the alpha’s heart continues to stammer after the intrusion. Limbs feeling jittery and unable to coordinate as he chews quickly through the food. The flavour melting on his tongue and taking over all of his senses, he hums around the spoon.
“That’s right…” Jimin’s voice sounds closer, Jungkook can feel the hot air brush against his ear. “Not so fired up anymore, are you?”
His defenses are so low, Jungkook shakes his head in agreement. And he can practically feel Jimin’s satisfied smirk spread across his face.
“Good. Cause I’m not done with you, alpha.”
Jimin’s words make him squirm, inner wolf responding to the omega’s voice in spite of his resistance.
His defiance only a small voice far away into the back of his mind, muffled by the all-encompasing warmth of the food, its spicy flavor, the overwhelming thyme and earthy scent of the omega right next to him.
Did he always smell this warm? Did his voice always sound so sweet?
The head omega must notice the shift, eyes widening almost maniacally in glee.
His hand on Jungkook’s nape tangles in the long waves of his hair, and tugs gently from side to side; as if to test the alpha’s pliancy.
Jungkook’s head sways malleably without resistance, eyes fluttering closed at the slight discomfort, hair being pulled so tightly.
“You break so easily.” Jimin’s voice is barely above a whisper, fascination palpable in his voice over Jungkook’s pants.
“T–that wasn’t f-fai-hmf!” He doesn’t get to finish that sentence. The omega forced another bite past his lips, smiling pleased.
Jungkook feels ready to growl again, struggling against the grip on Jimin’s hair. Before the omega’s thumb begins to gently pet over his gland.
Already swollen from his last violation, his thumb grazes against the raw gland in a way that's so gentle it's maddening.
The omega’s instructions feel sacred in Jungkook’s hazy, broken mind. His alpha so eager to please, to keep Jimin’s scent ripe and overflowing.
“H–Hng-” A shaky cry leaves his lips, breathing heavily even with food in his mouth.
“Be good.” Jimin’s nail gently scrapes along the swollen gland, making Jungkook gasp. “And eat.”
It's been so long since he had the undivided attention of an omega.
Now he does. And most of the pack is here to see it.
Jimin takes the opportunity of Jungkook’s parted lips as an invitation to shovel more food into his mouth. But this time, the alpha happily accepts, eating up quickly the spoonfuls sent his way, eagerly taking everything the omega gives him.
The bites blend together into a constant stream of food, warming Jungkook up from the inside out as the food begins to settle heavily in the pit of his stomach.
A weird, tight, but welcoming sensation. Only making the alpha more hazy as the blood travels downward to his swollen stomach to help digest.
He can feel more than he can see, the small bloat stretching his shirt. Taut and warm to the touch.
At some point his hands moved from where they gripped tightly onto the armrests of the chair in resistance, to cup the small swell of his stomach. Palms rubbing up and down, feeling the slight curve through the shirt in an attempt to soothe it.
It becomes impossible to keep up, the stream of food feels endless, Jungkook’s chewing becomes lazier. The tightness of his belly coaxing the air to come out of his lungs in shallow breaths.
Jungkook feels hot all over, suffocating at the altar.
He doesn’t even realize the food had stopped coming until he feels Jimin’s small cold hand meet with his under the table, rubbing small circles on the center of his bloat.
“Oh look at you… You ate everything, alpha.” Jimin whispers.
He blinks down at the table drowsily, even his head feels too heavy to hold up by his neck.
But the omega is right, every wide platter is scraped clean. Jungkook doesn’t even think he registered what was under the other plate coverings. Already in too deep into his instincts to notice anything else other than finishing the continuous spoonfuls of food the omega gave him.
The alpha’s mouth opens in an attempt to speak, but nothing comes out. And the bloat isn’t to blame, but rather Jungkook’s hazy state of mind.
His scent gland still tingles from Jimin’s ministrations.
“That’s all you had to do… Not so hard, right?”
Jungkook would say he has never been this physically exerted, but he can’t speak right now. So he just weakly shakes his head. Tired half-hooded eyes scanning Jimin’s expression.
The omega looks and smells so sweet, pleased. It soothes him unlike anything else.
He did good.
It's only when he catches Jimin looking back at the audience, that the alpha remembers there was one to begin with. He turns his head, feeling heat coil on his cheeks.
He struggles to focus on their faces, but there they are, his fellow pack mates and most of his (now ex) hunting crew… Looking transfixed at Jungkook.
The thought of standing up and leaving too crosses his mind, and goes away just as quickly. The warmth and feeling of fullness far too good to risk it to go back to his hut.
“I’d say tonight was a success!” Jimin speaks to the crowd and oh how different it sounds from the whispers he had reserved for the alpha. “We will meet here tomorrow morning. Thank you for your attention!”
The room erupts into background noise, a choir of steps and hushed mumbles that Jungkook can’t decipher.
His instincts might still be getting the best of him, he recons in a brief moment of lucidity; before Jimin’s full attention is back on him.
“You can stay here.” There it is again, that gentle whisper. The kind that Jungkook would do nearly everything for.
“H–here?” Is all he manages to reply.
“Oh don’t worry, I keep my real nest elsewhere.” Jimin pats the spot where his hand had settled on the center of his bloat, and stands up.
There's too much going on around him, and Jungkook’s head still feels too slow to catch up with everything. But he tries to follow suit, setting his hands on the armrest of the chair and getting up with a groan.
The alpha is able to look at it now, his bloat.
Rounding out covering the vision he previously had of his crotch. Cutely pushing against the fabric of his shirt; making his over indulgence obvious.
Jungkook feels his face burn.
It's… a weird sight on an alpha.
But the feeling is a welcomed one, warm and drowsy.
Jimin anchors him back to Earth, his small hand once again tenderly holding his. “This way.”
Turns out, the pillow fort he had seen yesterday is still there, only in the far back. It shouldn’t take long, but every step Jungkook takes double the effort.
If he was breathing heavily while sitting, he is downright panting as they make their way to Jimin’s “throne”.
The omega tries his best to lower him gently, but Jungkook unceremoniously plops onto the big pillows. Drowning in Jimin’s spice-rich scent, like laying on the damp soil after the rain.
A smile grows on the alpha’s face. He opens an eye to look up at the omega; he is smiling back.
“You are gonna hate me tomorrow.”
“Hm?” He turns to Jimin.
“Goodnight Jungkook.”
His smile widens dumbly. “Goodnight.” The alpha mumbles, letting himself be overtaken by Jimin’s scent and the warm feeling in his stomach
A strange noise wakes Jungkook up, and after that, a strange scent.
Even worse, this doesn’t feel like the pillow-arrangement of his nest.
He sits up quickly, still in yesterday’s clothes as the events of last night catch up to him.
Forced into submission by their head omega, the entire pack invited to watch…
He doesn’t feel the tightness on his belly pinning him down anymore, that’s why he bursts out of the nest. Face burning in embarrassment and outrage.
Never. Again.
Jungkook stomps down the stairs, hands balled into fists, he is about to make it out of the head omega’s office before he is stopped.
“Jungkook! I was just about to wake you up.”
Jimin chirps up at him. The last face he wanted to see.
“No need, I’m up and on my way out.” His tone is rushed, Jungkook begins to make his way past Jimin when the omega’s hand settles on his shoulder.
“Without having breakfast?” The head omega smiles, and Jungkook is about to get that small hand off his shoulder before he catches sight of what's behind Jimin.
Another crowd. Composed of different wolves than the one last night, though he swears he sees some familiar faces. The alpha widens a bit, and takes a step back.
“I’m not letting you do that again.” He mumbles, tone serious.
Jimin’s smile doesn’t budge. “And I’m not asking for your permission, Jungkook.” The omega’s hand now goes on his chest, the alpha’s eyes widened.
“I–I don’t understand.” There’s a breathless, humorless chuckle at the end of his sentence.
“You didn’t really think last night was all the punishment you were getting, did you?” The omega equals the chuckle, much more genuinely, as his palm applies a little more pressure. It slides up his chest to his neck, and brushes once again against his gland.
But this time, Jungkook is prepared. His hand reaching to grip the omega’s slender wrist.
“Don’t.” He whispers, the seriousness of his voice only seems to entertain Jimin further.
“If you behaved, I wouldn’t have to.” The omega says simply. “Now go back inside.”
He inhales deeply.
It’s just food.
He can just obey and get this over with.
The alpha begins taking steps back when he feels Jimin’s fingers tease a movement down to his gland again. Huffing and turning his back to him, walking back up the steps of the altar.
“You’re not trying to poison me, are you?” He asks without looking over his shoulder.
Jimin snorts with a genuine giggle. “No.” It only confuses Jungkook even more, and the omega must sense it.
“Instead of a punishment, think of it as… As a nice retirement vacation.”
This doesn’t soothe his nerves at all. “I’m in my prime, though.”
“For now...” Jimin says simply as they reach the breakfast table. “Sit down.” The alpha takes last night’s spot, without coercing.
Maybe he can do this with a bit more dignity this time.
A few wolves that had been walking behind them, settle plates much like yesterday’s, covered to preserve their temperature in this unforgiving winter. This time, Jimin reveals the first one to have an arrangement of different pastries.
“I doubt this was hunted by the pack.” He mumbles, remembering Jimin’s ‘inspiring’ speech from last night.
Jimin smiles, picking one up. “You got the point yesterday.” And immediately brings it to the alpha’s lip. Raising his eyebrow as if testing Jungkook’s obedience.
He opens his lips and takes a slow bite. Letting the powdered sugar and creamy filling take over his senses.
“If I got the point, why am I still here?” He speaks with full cheeks.
“Because I don’t take insubordination lightly.” The omega whispers. “You’ll set an example for any other alpha thinking of crossing a line.”
“I barely crossed a line.” He mumbles, taking a second bite. “You just can’t handle an alpha.” And dares to smirk.
“You don’t know how much I can handle.” Jimin’s frustrations are pushed onto the pastry, this time forcing it past Jungkook’s lips. “I’ve met many wolves like you.”
The alpha finishes chewing but his smile only widens. “Wolves like me?”
“Cocky alphas, who come into this pack for refuge thinking they can walk all over me.” His smile is humorless, speaking through gritted teeth. The omega leans closer, his breaths brushing Jungkook’s cheek. “They all end up the same.”
He smiles, Jungkook is cocky. “And what fate is that?”
“Well they’re not in the hunting pack anymore, I’ll tell you that much.” He leans closer just to say it.
And… having the omega so close does make Jungkook’s shoulders relax, and the grip of his hands on the armrests melt away. Jimin’s scent mixes with the sweet smell of the fresh pastries, in savoury-sweet concoction.
“I’m not scared of you.” Jungkook whispers, hoping to whip that smile off the omega’s face. Opening his lips dutifully between each attempt at irritation.
But Jimin doesn’t budge.
“I don’t want you to be. I’m your pack leader, after all.” The omega shrugs so casually, and Jungkook snorts in disbelief.
“You suck at punishments, omega.”
Finally, that seems to annoy Jimin.
“Then you have nothing to worry about, hm?” He smiles tightly and doesn’t give the alpha any room to answer as another flaky pastry pushes past his lips.
The lightness of the batter mixing perfectly with the thick fudge the pastry is filled with. Jungkook can’t help but hum pleased at the taste.
“That’s right. Shut up and enjoy.” The omega’s growl could be considered adorable if not for the fact he leans impossibly closer to Jungkook and his scent overtakes his senses.
Unlike the overwhelming pressure Jimin put on his gland last night, his scent is inviting and soothing. The crisp winter morning becomes less harsh as Jimin’s smell makes his tensed muscles relax, and the constant stream of food begins to warm him up from the inside out.
The tightness builds up slowly at the pit of his stomach, comforting almost, as Jungkook allows himself to be fed. Losing track of how many pastries he’s worked through, as his stomach begins to adapt to the immense amount of food.
He is not used to eating so many sweets, usually reserved for omegas and pups. His wolf usually craves meat right after the hunt, and that's most of his diet.
But it's a welcomed feeling. The addictive nature of the sugar making it easy to cave in and open his lips eagerly after every bite. Toes curling under the table in delight at the flavor.
Yet he thinks to himself, he is just obeying to get this over with, that's all.
Jungkook tries to focus on the food, and not on the dozen alphas, omegas and betas looking up at them.
Seeing him like this.
But it becomes harder to ignore as the swelling stops feeling like soothing warmth and becomes actually tight.
Jungkook can feel the way his stomach ballooned into a small curve, and the way it lowers all his defenses as his bloat presses to his shirt once more. Making him blink heavily. And makes his breathing slightly deepened at the effort of packing this much food in.
By the feel of it,the unusual feast of pastries is making balloon even more, feeling the waistband of his pants pose a gentle boundary for his expanding stomach.
It’s angry gurgling a clear sign that the alpha’s body is clearly not used to all the flour and sugar
But the omega ignores its cries.
He slightly moves his head away from the next bite, breaking the rhythm he and Jimin had built.
“C–can’t.” He whispers. And for the first time, Jungkook doesn’t speak in complaint, but in plea.
“What?”
“I–I can’t eat anymore I’m… I’m full.” His voice comes out thick, throat coated with chocolate fudge and butter. Breathless as his chest rises and falls with shallow breaths.
“You just need something to drink.” Jimin dismisses him. Even turning his head to the omega feels like an effort. But only that way can Jungkook see Jimin’s cocky smile.
The alpha is once again not given enough time to react, eyes lazily following Jimin’s hands as they reach for a tall glass of milk. Jungkook’s panting keeps his lips open just enough for Jimin to tilt the glass into his lips.
It's a welcome change, in comparison to the usually thick fillings of the pastries.
But it settles all the more quicker in his already packed belly.
Jungkook can almost feel it swell up with each thick gulp; the tight curve stretches his shirt, and pushes back against the waistband of his pants.
Said tightness becomes a sting. One that makes his thighs twitch in discomfort, his back arch forward in an attempt to press the swell of his stomach to his lap; but only manages to cut his belly in half with the waistband of his pants. The alpha’s hands, previously uselessly gripping the armrests in frustration, let go to feel the bottom of the bloat.
Jungkook feels it then, the small taut curve.
Swollen beyond recognition and continuing to push with every heavy gulp of milk. He can’t look for himself, head tilted upwards forcefully as Jimin’s hand tugs at his hair whenever he tries to move away.
Yet he doesn’t have to look to know, he feels big.
Silenced by the seemingly endless glass of milk, all he can do is groan in complaint. A gurgled growl that makes Jimin giggle.
“Okay… okay enough.” He takes back the glass and the alpha gasps for air. “I don’t want you to get sick, it’ll undo all my work.”
In an attempt to give the omega a snarky reply, Jungkook opens his lips but only a small burp pushes its way out of his throat.
He feels dizzy.
“Aw.” The omega coos, small hand patting gently on the swell. “Let's get you to rest, alpha, hm?”
Jimin’s voice is so sweet, and now that the aching subdued to a low thumb on his stomach instead of the jabs of pain, Jungkook’s brain slows down.
He feels the hand untangle from his hair and his alpha misses the support, his head feels so heavy now.
“Come on, up.” He lazily looks up at the smiling omega. Offering his hands for Jungkook to take. He does, and only remembers the audience once he stands up.
And hears the small gasps from wolves looking at them once they get a glance at all of Jimin’s hard work.
But he is far too drowsy to care.
So what if he looks spoiled?
Jungkook does care about something, though.
“N-not here.” The alpha whispers breathless.
“Oh?”
“My hut… I wanna –I can’t, not here.” The alpha can barely string a sentence together.
“Can you make it to your hut?” Jimin coos softly, letting the bigger wolf lean to him pathetically, smile only growing in his face.
And Jungkook wanted to, he did. Nothing sounds better than the feeling of his nest, with all his collection of furs from many successful hunts. Yet after he takes the first clumsy steps out of the table, his stomach churns displeased.
“A–ah-” He gasps and folds over.
And Jimin meets at his eyelevel, with a tender smile.
“This way.” The omega turns the alpha around, in the direction of the small arrangement of pillows on the altar. It takes a few slow, labored, steps for Jungkook to notice they’re going in the wrong direction.
No matter how much his body aches to sit down, the alpha doesn’t want to stay here.
That's how Jimin was able to get him a second time.
And this has been enough.
Jungkook gets the omega off him with a shrug. “No. I-I’m going to my place.” He grumbles, swallowing the hiccup that coaxes its way up. He makes sure to throw a fulminating look Jimin’s way.
“I’m–I’m done with this!” He shouts out, making the heads of the audience turn his way. Jungkook ignores the way his cheeks burn in embarrassment, cupping his stomach protectively.
This is not how a lead hunter should look nor sound.
He huffs and puffs as he tries to rush down the stairs of the altar, belly swollen with pastries that he had no role in hunting.
Each “hurried” step he takes jabs at his lower stomach. The waistband of his pants sinks into the center of his swollen bloat painfully; the food inside it bouncing with each step down the altar.
Jungkook has to make an effort for his face not to contort in discomfort.
But what’s harder is when he is finally at the bottom of the altar, and has to meet face to face with his pack mates.
Looking at him up and down with widened and with pity.
“What are you looking at?!” A growl bubbles in his chest, followed by a hiccup.
He snarls as he makes way through the crowd, bumping shoulders with the other wolves. His humiliation and anger are the perfect fuel for him to start moving quicker in spite of the pain.
And he doesn’t bother looking back to check the head omega’s reaction. Grunting as he pushes open the heavy doors and walks outside.
The crispy morning winter air is a welcomed change from the stuffy room. The crowd and the bloat made Jungkook feel like he was gonna suffocate.
He sighs in relief for a moment before he starts his stride again, slowly through the snow.
But the alpha is only able to take a few steps before he heard the heavy doors open again. He turns to catch the sight of Jimin rushing up to him, with much more ease; Jungkook groans, throwing his head back.
The alpha attempts and fails to walk a little bit quicker.
“What do you want?!” The snow becomes higher as he makes his way in the direction to his hut; only slowing him down even more. Jungkook’s heavy breathing only evidenced by the white puffs coming from his lips.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Jimin doesn’t sound nearly as angered as him, but he should be! He is not getting Jungkook again.
“I’m done being your little freak show!” He can hear the head omega getting closer. And, worse yet, hears the choir of mumbles from the wolves that hurried to exit Jimin’s office to watch the scene.
“You don’t get to decide that.” Jimin’s voice speaks really close to him. And two small hands stop Jungkook by the shoulders.
“Don’t make this harder than it has to be…” He sing-songs, Jungkook tries to shrug his grip off his shoulders but the omega’s hands only slide down his back and around his waist. Jungkook glares at Jimin over his shoulder.
“Let go of me.” He growls, hands gripping Jimin’s slender wrists.
Jungkook could easily get him off. But another quick glance is all it takes for the alpha to see already a line of wolves looking at them.
And while he is confident in his strength, he is not stupid. Jungkook couldn’t take all of them.
The head omega must know this. Only giggling in delight as his small hands feel the curve of Jungkook’s bloat, caressing up and down.
Gentle at first, before they grope into the taut sensitive skin.
“A–ahn-” The alpha winces in pain. Gripping tighter to Jimin's wrists.
“Don’t wanna stay in my office?” He asks oh so sweetly. The stabbing pain on his stomach clouds Jungkook’s brain, making it harder to string a sentence together without a whine of pain coming out.
He can only nod desperate.
“Oh I understand, alpha. But I can’t let you go just yet.” He can feel the warm breath of the omega against his nape. Dangerously close to Jungkook’s gland.
“I’ll take you somewhere more cozy, yeah?”
It's almost hard to comprehend with the omega’s iron grip of his swollen stomach.
“Okay?” Jimin asks just to watch the alpha struggle.
“O–o..okay.” His voice is nearly unrecognizable, not just thick from the food, but shaky and unstable.
Even after the hands on his bloat let go, and he feels like he can finally breathe, his alpha stays lulled dumb. Letting himself be escorted by Jimin, his instincts drowned by the sense of fullness.
He walks slowly with one hand intertwined with Jimin’s while the other cups at the side of his small bloated stomach.
Jungkook doesn’t want to run anymore, he needs to lay down anywhere. The pain is too much even for him.
It's a blur until he gets to another hut, a bigger one. Barely able to follow his surroundings, he heard some people chatting as he walked through the dimly lit hallway.
Jimin smiles over his shoulder, meeting Jungkook’s glazed drowsy eyes, before he opens the door to reveal a small room, taken up mostly by the extensive nest.
“This is my room.” Jimin explains. Walking in and tugging Jungkook along with him.
“Oh…wow…” He says dumbly, trying to process the implications of being in an unmated omega’s room. His senses invaded by the succulent scent of Jimin.
Clouding his brain in a completely different way.
The omega wants him here.
Inviting and warm, melting away the tension that had built up in his body.
Jimin seems to notice the effect, the alpha’s scent must speak for itself too.
“Come here, alpha.” He gently tugs Jungkook in direction to the pillows.
“A-are you sure?” It may seem uncharacteristic for Jungkook to sound so timid, but his alpha is completely sedated.
The omega smiles endeared. “I’m sure. You need to rest, hm?”
He nods softly and lets himself plop into the soft pillows. They suck his body in and he sinks into the warmth, and the inviting savoury scent of his head omega.
“He’s worse than I thought.” It's the first thing Namhoon says when he walks through the door.
His dainty nose rubs against the juncture of Jungkook’s jaw. Spreading his omega scent deep into Jungkook’s pores.
He can practically feel it seep into his bloodstream, drugging him.
“A-ahn-”
“You’re up.” Jimin whispers, the warm breath tickling against his neck. “Just in time for lunch, alpha.” He purrs, and the pet name is music to Jungkook’s ears.
Brain scrambling to acclimate to the situation, remembering this morning’s events in a hazy memory.
Jungkook remembers the omega’s soft words…
The sweet taste of the pastries…
Being under Jimin’s care…
How good it felt.
How safe his alpha felt being spoiled unlike ever in his life.
“W–wha-?” He asks dumbly, looking up at the ceiling in pure bliss. Feeling his body twitch as Jimin’s nose presses behind his ear.
“Lunch. You must be so hungry…” The omega coos at him with so much confidence. His small hand pats Jungkook’s chest. Slender leg beginning to hook over the alpha’s stomach.
Yeah… Yeah he must be.
He nods softly, a little hum leaving his lips. Jungkok doesn’t remember ever sounding this small.
Ever feeling this small.
“Good.”
Jungkook isn’t even fully awake, yet he already feels warmth spread across his chest at the sound of a pleased omega.
As if on command, a few wolves walk with a big tray. And the alpha is welcomed once again by the sight of a covered plate.
It's pasta this time, creamy and rich, and possibly the food that compliments the omega’s beautiful scent best.
Jungkook pretty much drowns in it, as his head omega doesn’t hold back from invading his personal space.
Overwhelming his alpha in the best way.
This time, there’s no coercion of his instincts, or rationalization to just get the punishment over with.
No, Jungkook’s wolf caves in, needy for the omega’s praise. Eager to keep him close, drown in his scent and go dizzy with the huge bites of creamy pasta.
The only manifestation of dominance comes in the form of Jungkook’s hands, that without much to busy themselves with, hold onto Jimin’s slim waist. The omega only giggles, knowing better than to take Jungkook’s alpha seriously.
How could he? When Jungkook mewls with every bite of pasta that stretches his lips and makes cream drip from his chin. Or, even if he struggles to keep his eyes open, he continues to look up at the omega straddling his lap.
Looking up with so much reverence, so much adoration.
“Alpha… Look at you. Eating so well just for me?” And oh if that doesn’t make Jungkook all the more eager as he reaches for the forkful in Jimin’s hand.
He nods as a muffled moan slips from his lips. And Jungkook is rewarded by the omega invading his space even more, their noses close.
“Didn’t even have to do anything, hm? Alpha was just waiting for it.” Jimin says so sweetly.
“For me.” The omega says and Jungkook feels dizzy with arousal, mewling at his words.
He is only made aware of his bloat by Jimin’s slender yet soft torso pressing against it. His small hand finding its way to the alpha’s hair once again.
Jungkook moans in delight. The gentle pressure offers the best warmth to soothe the growing tightness in his belly.
“Acting all tough when we are in public… But you are just another eager puppy.” Jimin’s face overtakes his vision from their close proximity.
And the omega’s smile widens in endearment, before it turns into something a little more sinister.
“You break just as easily as the others. Isn’t that right, alpha?”
“Y-yes…” He manages to whisper out. His hands on the omega’s waist tightening and pulling him closer. Jungkook feels the way the swell of his stomach barely gives in against the pressure; bloated tight from Jimin’s spoiling.
Being so close, it's impossible not to notice the way the omega’s breath deepened too. Shallow through his parted lips; hands gripping into his hair before one of them begins to slowly caress its way down Jungkook’s neck.
Brushing his gland it continues downwards following the curve of his pecs, before it settles between their pressed bodies.
Unlike the harsh gripping he was subjected to earlier that day, Jimin’s hand begins to add a gentle pressure against the swell. Before its tenderly rubbing Jungkook’s bloat.
Every muscle in his body relaxes at the feeling, head falling to rest his head against Jimin’s shoulder, his own warm breath hitting against the omega’s gland.
“A-ah… That’s… That’s it. Let me help you, alpha.” If he already had become addicted to the sound of Jimin’s praise, when his voice is being shaken by pleasure it's downright maddening.
The heat that was collecting around his bloated stomach travels downwards, Jungkook feels his own knot twitch with want. Too busy drowning in the scent of a pleased omega and the relaxing feeling of fullness to realize his circumstances.
To realize Jimin is using his omega against him.
It feels too good.
Treated in a way that is entirely new for him, pinned down where he sits by the ginormous amount of food.
Food an omega brought for him.
Only in this hazy state of mind can Jungkook admit… how amazing it feels to be taken care of for a change.
To be under someone's care.
To be spoiled.
Jungkook can’t help the way his hips grind upwards, right where he feels the omega sitting on him. Just so he can get another shaky whiff of Jimin’s aroused scent, of his trembling voice.
“A-anh- A–alpha-” He gasps and Jungkook feels his head spinning. Encouraged, his humps become stronger, even if he grunts under the displeased tightness in his stomach.
All too perceptive, Jimin notices. “E–easy…” Suddenly, the hand on his stomach presses down with a bit more force, one that stops Jungkook in his tracks.
He looks down as the alpha’s head still rests against Jimin’s shoulder to watch the way the omega’s small hand sinks barely onto the unnatural roundness of his stomach.
The alpha would have taken offense if not for the fact Jimin begins to grind on him instead. With much more control and precision, he drags his crotch against Jungkook’s thighs before it presses against his bulge.
And, much like Jimin’s previous ministrations, it feels so good to relish his control onto the head omega. He can only moan against his skin, nails sinking gently onto the suppleness of Jimin’s hips, as he lets the omega set the pace.
Slower, and all the more provoking. Jungkook growls in concentration to match his rhythm.
A growl that Jimin doesn’t seem to take too seriously, with an amused giggle leaving his lips.
“You can’t go any faster, alpha.” He says, the hand leveraging itself on his belly squeezes gently scolding.
Even in his drunken haze, Jungkook feels his cheeks burn in embarrassment. Jimin is making him feel so good, and the alpha can’t even reciprocate properly. Too stuffed to be able to move.
He speaks for the first time in a while, empowered by ego.
“L–later… W-when I’m not full.”
Jimin’s eyes and smile widen comically. “Hm?”
“I’ll–I’ll fuck you properly.” He hushes out, a confident smile taking over his face.
“Sure you will, alpha.” Jimin says sweetly, making sure his words are accompanied by the pressure of his weight against the tent that's beginning to form on Jungkook’s pants. Making him groan in pleasure as he squirms under the omega.
Jungkook wraps his arms tight around Jimin’s waist, keeping him close and on his bulge. Ass dragging against it through the scratchy fabric of his pants, that feel all too warm even for the winter temperature.
His crotch beginning to dampen under the tent with a mix of sweat and precum, he whines incoherently into the omega’s shoulder. It's been so long since Jungkook had managed to be with someone, his knot sensitive with neglect.
The omega must sense the desperation in his scent, the arousal that wettens the tip of his tent, even if his hips squirm, unable to hump. “Thats it…” He praises, and Jungkook’s knot twitches in response to Jimin’s voice.
When he lifts his head from Jimin’s shoulder it feels heavy, drunk in the scent of Jimin’s slick, not missing the way the head omega’s hips grind easier against his bulge with his own dampness to help. Jimin’s round cheeks are flushed pink, lips opened for his pants, a wide smile on his face even through his own half lidded eyes.
“Give up control, alpha.” He whispers. “J-just like that, good.” His praise is intoxicating.
Jungkook’s lips are parted too, already breathless by the time he was done with his meal, but downright gasping for air now. A shaky moan slips from his lips as he nods reverently. Hands impulsively hugging the omega closer.
He will be so good.
A whimper leaves his lips when he feels Jimin’s hands sink a bit further into his bloat. Settled there to support his body as the omega aligns himself with Jungkook’s bulge.
Slick drips from Jimin with an abundance he can’t remember in any other omega, dampening his clothes to the point the outline of his asscheeks is clear as day. Pants drenched and skin tight. We to the point Jungkook can feel it through both of their clothes when the omega sits directly on his bulge.
In the back of his mind, he knows how pathetic it is, for his knot to begin to swell just from this. But Jungkook’s pleasure runs too deep.
Lulled dumb by the food stretching his stomach.
Made needy by the thick smell of slick and omega pleasure.
And kept in place by the weight of Jimin’s ass on his dick.
All too perceptive, Jimin’s smile impossibly widens, cupping Jungkook’s chin to look up at him.
“You’re gonna pop a knot, alpha?” The sweetness in his voice begins to border on the condescending. But Jungkook is all too overwhelmed to mind, whining embarrassed as he nods eagerly.
He tries to speak through his gasps, but only an incoherent mewl comes from his lips. Struggling to even keep his eyes opened in the omega’s direction, only able to nod shortly.
It's laughable, knot threatening so fast he didn’t even get it inside the omega. Or, worse yet, so quick Jimin hadn’t even gotten a chance to see it.
But Jimin doesn’t seem to find it unattractive at all. In fact, he leans downwards for his lips to clash against Jungkook’s in a heated kiss.
The alpha’s head swims, kissing back without a second thought.
He is following Jimin’s instructions.
Letting go.
Relishing his control to him.
And it feels so good.
“F-fuck, Jungkook…” He whispers lowly against Jungkook’s lips. Arousal pouring from his voice, before he sinks back again into the kiss.
Jimin’s hand begins an attempt to travel downwards between their pressed crotches, but pleasure beats the omega to it.
All the alpha can do is squirm in desperation as he feels himself released into his pants, mostly completely untouched. Hips weakly humping up to Jimin’s ass, milking his orgasm against the cold, sticky, fabric. The shaky cries that leave his lips being swallowed by the messy kiss.
The omega seems to kiss all the more eager once he realizes Jungkook is knotting. Jungkook pulls out first from the kiss, gasping for air and shivering from overstimulation.
Feeling some of the post-knot clarity, Jungkook’s face burns impossibly more. He doesn’t think he’s knotted untouched since presenting as an alpha. But the head omega has Jungkook feel an entirely different kind of feverish arousal.
“L-let me give you some new clothes.” Jimin speaks through a breathless chuckle. He looks a bit disheveled too, even if he doesn’t match the complete mess Jungkook became in the span of this meal.
The alpha’s eyelids blink heavily, but he manages to look down at their crotches just as Jimin is standing up from his lap…
“Yeah… Yeah these are ruined.” He manages to mumble a bit widened at the absolutely drenched state of his and Jimin’s clothes.
That definitely isn’t just precum.
Jimin giggles and stands up. “I’m sorry, I’ll put those to wash.” He doesn’t sound apologetic at all, smiling at Jungkook over his shoulder as he makes his way to the dresser.
Without the heat of the moment to keep him distracted, the embarrassment really begins to settle into him, soiled pants and full tummy. Laying in the bed of the omega whose authority he had challenged several times in the last few days.
The head omega, however, doesn’t seem to have any embarrassment, beginning to unlace his pants right in front of Jungkook. Chuckling a little uncomfortably as he begins to peel them off his thighs.
“I’m a mess.” Jimin confesses looking up at Jungkook, letting their eyes meet.
Yes, Jungkook is staring.
“M–me too.” He replies, but the alpha’s eyes follow Jimin’s hands as they peel the drenched fabric from Jimin’s skin. The omega’s underwear is no better, nearly see through with slick.
He has to look away, face burning with want. Instead he looks down at himself. His own pants soaked both by Jimin and himself. Jungkook can’t help but stare transfixed.
Something shifted between them. That much is obvious.
Jungkook has already (forcefully) shown the most vulnerable side of his wolf to the omega. Sensitivities not even he knew he had, and feelings he didn’t know he was allowed to experience.
While Jimin… Well, Jimin is starting to crack.
“Was that part of the punishment?” His question breaks through the otherwise comfortable silence. His eyes still follow Jimin, who in his ruined underwear walks over to the bathroom.
But he stops right at the threshold of the door to look over his shoulder at Jungkook, a small, almost timid smile on his face.
“Not really…”
The alpha’s chest warms all over, from his chest all the way to the tips of his ears. He smiles back at Jimin, feeling the surge of confidence that comes with the sight of an omega you made drenched in slick.
“Good to know.”
It's Jimin’s turn to break eye contact, scoffing flustered. “I’ll go wash up b-but here.” He rummages through a drawer and throws some clothes on the bed. “You can put these on.”
Jungkook begins to open his mouth to answer, but he is cut short by Jimin quickly shutting the door to the bathroom, leaving the alpha by himself.
Aw
He can still feel the smile on his face as he changes clothes. Only remembering about his bloat as he undoes his soiled pants, and feels finally the release of his stomach to push further out. Now fully pressing and curving the fabric of his shirt.
It's still an odd sight. With morbid curiosity, Jungkook’s hands reach for the swell, slipping under the hem of his shirt to get a proper feel of the taut skin.
Before seeking refuge in this pack, Jungkook had lost a lot of weight; all alone he wasn’t able to hunt much at all. And it’s weight he is still in the process of recovering, specially in this harsh winter. It's not as easy as it sounds though, only eating hunting leftovers.
But he is much better off than when some of Jimin’s pack found him. Even in the taut dome of his bloat, Jungkook is still able to press his fingers a little bit into the slight padding he’s managed to collect over these weeks of eating properly again.
Underneath that, his stomach is packed tight. Pushing out mostly from the top of his stomach where it's compact, before mellowing out further down his stomach; where the skin pushes out in a much gentler way. Still hard to the touch, but with a bit more give for his fingers to sink into.
It's with the caressing of his hands that he feels it, right along the line of his belly button, a wide dent that goes all around his stomach. He traces it curiously, that must have been the waistband of his pants.
Jungkook hadn’t realized how tight they were.
“What are you doing?” Jimin’s voice startles him out of his train of thought. The alpha looks up, still in his soiled, but undone, pants. Both hands on his swell.
“Nothing…” He replies dumbly, earning an amused smile from the omega.
“You know, you’re gonna feel bloated for a while.” With slow steps, he comes face to face with Jungkook again; who awkwardly retrieves his hands from where they were caressing his stomach.
It feels good for Jimin to have to look up at him for a change.
The alpha snorts. “I feel like I’ve been bloated for the past two days.”
“See? I can give a good punishment.” Jimin shrugs with his lips pursed into a pout.
And Jungkook can’t help the genuine chuckle that bubbles on his chest.
“What?! I am!”
This version of ‘punishment’ involves a lot more pleasure than Jungkook would have anticipated.
“You’re right.” He says instead, indulging the head omega; hands awkwardly by his sides not knowing what to do, where to hold onto.
“I always am.” Jimin’s smile is almost jokingly confident, before patting Jungkook’s bloat gently. “Now change, or I won’t let you back into the nest.” He chirps as he plops back into the big mattress.
But Jungkook is left a little startled.
Oh
The alpha is lucid enough now, and can properly understand the implications of being invited into the omega’s nest. As unceremonious as it was, Jungkook was still here, in Jimin’s hut.
A smile grows on his face.
Is this the head omega’s way of asking for courtship?
How prideful.
How cute.
Jungkook doesn’t let another second go to waste, changing himself quickly. Trying his best to hide his shyness over being nude, if only for a few seconds before he puts the clean clothes on.
These pants are… very breathy. Almost uncharacteristic of winter clothes. But they’re very roomy. Jungkook can’t even feel his bloat.
Are these Jimin’s?
The omega once again interrupts his train of thought. “Come here.” His arms are opened and his expression is pouty. Making Jungkook pretty much forget what he was thinking about, as a smile spreads across his face and he crawls onto the nest.
That’s when the feeling of fullness really takes protagonism. Previously overshadowed by their arousal, now Jungkook feels all that drowsiness catch up to him.
Even if it seems like it's the first time he has been lucid in these past two days, the alpha feels too at peace to disrupt this moment with unnecessary questions.
He can just let himself enjoy this.
The way the omega fits in his arms, warm yet small against his frame. Jimin’s scent lulled him to sleep with each slow inhale, his hands wrapped around Jungkook’s neck intimately.
Jimin clings to his side, and even if he is lucid, Jungkook’s instincts urge him to not leave the omega alone. Nearly scolding him for even thinking of going back to his hut.
So instead, he waits for Jimin to leave first. It's clear this isn’t part of the punishment, or that any resentment has evidently mellowed out, so he should just be able to leave after Jimin, when his alpha allows him to.
The only problem is… Jimin doesn’t really leave.
And Jungkook, for the most part, doesn’t really care.
Even without forcefully sedating him, with food or abusing Jungkook’s gland; just having Jimin’s undivided attention is already soothing the alpha. Almost unable to keep his hands off Jungkook, it inflates the alpha’s already inflated ego. Keeping Jungkook scented and happy; kiss-drunk, and thoroughly knotted.
It's easy to let Jimin set the pace in this state of bliss. Letting the omega handle him how he wants, tugging Jungkook to the shower, or back to the bed, or between the omega’s legs.
And meals… Jimin is very passionate about meal times.
No matter if all they did that day was roll around Jimin’s nest together, the head omega will stop them to make sure they eat.
And he always orders too much.
And he always makes Jungkook finish whatever is left over. No exceptions.
But it's nothing like the meals he had to eat as punishment, Jimin never orders enough food for it to become painful. Instead leaving Jungkook warm and perfectly full, cuddly and entirely satisfied.
Days go by, he knows; but it's all a little blurry. Jimin hardly leaves him alone for a moment, and the alpha is drowning under the attention; not finding any excuse to want to leave.
In fact, it takes him by surprise when the question escapes his lips.
“So when am I going back?” He asks casually while cleaning the chicken bone with his teeth.
“Going back?” He doesn’t check for Jimin’s reaction, instead inspecting the bone for any leftover meat.
“Yeah… Like my hut?” The alpha does turn his head now, smiling a bit puzzled.
But Jimin isn’t smiling back.
“Why would you want to go?” A frown grows on his face. “I’ve given you everything.” And Jungkook gulps the lump that developed on his throat, as he scrambles for an answer.
“You have…” He agrees, pursing his lips. “But you know, I’m the one who should… provide for you.” As Jungkook voices it out loud, he feels the air shift; quickly breaking eye contact with Jimin to look back at his platter of chicken.
“Is that so?” Jimin’s tone doesn’t sound angry at all. A sign the alpha should have recognized from his very first stuffings, but after these days… this week? of harmony, Jungkook is only made feel safer.
He smiles, daring to look at the omega again. “Yeah… I’m the alpha, aren’t I?”
Jimin leans closer, smile only widening, their noses close and his scent so yummy.
“No. Not anymore.” It's barely above a whisper, the omega bites his bottom lip almost eagerly.
He blinks, smile growing confusedly. “W-what do you mean, omega?” He can’t help but notice Jimin’s scent grow excited, his alpha wants to reciprocate but Jungkook feels weary.
“You still don’t get it…” Jimin begins to crawl onto his lap. Jungkook scrambles to sit up until his back is flush against the headboard of the nest. The omega crowds his space, letting their torsos press together, he feels Jimin’s body press against his own.
There is a softness, a give, to his torso that he doesn’t remember having. Small tummy squishing against Jimin’s own. The omega hooks his arms on Jungkook’s shoulders, fingers cradling and combing through the long brown locks at the alpha’s nape; making all that much harder to concentrate.
“You can forget about your subgender, Jungkookie.” His voice is so sweet.
“From now on, you’re mine. And nothing else.”
“What?!” He pushes the omega off him, letting Jimin fall on the expansive nest against his back. Towering over him with quickening breaths.
“Y-you told me I just had to eat!” The stuttering of his voice doesn't diminish the absolute anger in his voice.
He forgot how infuriating it is to see Jimin’s smile widened at his words. “And it is.” The omega responds oh so calmly, kneeling to be once more at Jungkook’s eye level, hands tracing the outline of the alpha’s chest.
“You just have to stay here, and let me spoil you rotten.” Jimin smiles to himself. “Until you no longer look like anything other than a pampered pup.” The alpha feels his heartbeat thrumming between his ears. Looking down at himself, following the pattern of Jimin’s hands along his muscular chest.
“Doesn’t that sound nice, pup?” The pet name makes Jungkook’s head snap back to meet Jimin’s eyes. His hands go to the omega’s shoulders and push him back and out of his personal space once again.
“You are sick!” He shouts climbing off the nest, rushing for the door.
Locked.
He grunts, pulling at the doorknob with clumsy aggression, making the wood slam against the threshold.
But it doesn’t budge. No matter how much he grunts in desperation, or if he begins to shoulder the door trying to burst it open.
The only thing able to stop his ministrations is the delicate touch of Jimin’s hands around his waist. A sensation he has gotten familiar with, but that still sends shivers down his spine.
“Oh, alpha…” He chuckles gently, letting his body press to Jungkook’s back. The tips of Jimin’s fingers trace down the curve of his tubby stomach. Letting the alpha feel just how much it pushes out, bloated forward.
Though… Jungkook still hadn’t finished his lunch.
And it certainly doesn’t feel like a bloat when Jimin sinks his fingers in, letting the alpha feel the plush padding that covers his stomach; making him gasp.
“Y–You can’t keep me he-here…” The trembling of his voice, Jungkook can’t recognize if it's because of the sensitive stretched skin of his stomach or, worse, from fear.
“I know.” He can feel Jimin’s breath hit against his back. “But I can keep you here for another meal.”
Jimin’s leg pushes against Jungkook’s, with surprising amounts of strength, the omega widens his stance. Bringing the alpha down at his level.
He is suddenly ambushed by Jimin’s lips against his neck.
Against his gland.
Plump and wet, they wrap around the poor nub and suck gently. The omega’s fangs barely graze the overstimulated gland.
“A-ahn-!” Jungkook cries, his grip tightening on the doorknob, but his knees tremble weakened.
The feeling of JImin’s tongue press flat against the gland makes his eyes cross. Entire body shivering as Jungkook overheats. Voice trembling weak as he tries to plead for mercy.
“J–Jimin… Jimin p–please-” He gasps when he feels the gentle pop of the omega’s plump lips pulling from his gland.
“You sound so pretty when you beg for me.” A giggle is attached to the end of JImin’s sentence. As his hands release their grip on Jungkook’s belly and steps back from where he pressed onto the alpha’s back.
It takes a moment for Jungkook to compose himself, drunk with JImin’s scent. Iron grip on the door handle still; as if the only thing helping him stay upright. Jungkook hears rustling behind him but he stays looking down at himself.
He does look… tubby.
Much like Jimin’s hands had made him feel.
“Puppy?” Jimin calls for him from the nest, the alpha drowsily turns his head, feeling his fringe stick to his head coated with a slight amount of sweat.
How long has it been since Jungkook felt the crispy winter air?
How long has he been here?
The omega lays on the nest, having stripped whatever clothes he had on, deliciously plump and completely bare. Soft thighs pressed together almost timidly, as he moves the plate of chicken Jungkook had been going at to the bedside.
“Y-yes?” His voice doesn’t sound like his own.
Jungkook doesn’t feel much like himself at all, responding to that pet name.
“Come here. Don’t you want dessert?”
The alpha looks away, back down at himself.
No… No, he is done…
“I know you aren’t full yet.” The smile on Jimin’s face is audible through his words, so very sure of himself.
He isn’t… Jungkook might even be closer to being hungry than anything.
“My puppy has an appetite…”
He does…
There’s more rustling from the nest,and he turns to see. Jimin is pulling from the bedside table a big platter, heavy with the weight of a layered cake. One Jungkook has become quite familiar with over the span of the past… however long he’s been here.
No… No he tightens his grip on the door, He wants to leave.
With a gentle sigh, Jimin gets up from the nest.
“I told you…” The omega walks towards Jungkook, platter in one hand. And he hates how much his alpha preens for his scent, needy for Jimin’s lips around his gland.
Instead, the omega pulls out a key in his other hand. “I know I can’t keep you here forever.” The honesty of his tone is something Jungkook isn’t entirely used to. Big eyes follow quizzically, as Jimin’s hand reaches for the keyhole and twists.
“Just stay for dessert, hm?” He hears the clicking of the door. And then feels the gentle give of the door handle under the weight of the alpha’s hand.
It 's unlocked.
Now with a free hand, Jimin’s fingers caress Jungkook’s cheek to his chin, turning the alpha’s head to him. “Now… Will you have some cake with me?”
Jungkook can only stare dumbly, eyes scanning down Jimin’s naked body before meeting the cake. Licking his lips instinctively. He catches the omega’s lips turning upwards, as he reaches for the cake with his free hand.
Before smearing it from his lips down his neck.
“W-what the-” Jungkook begins, startled.
“Oops.” Jimin grins unapologetic. As the alpha blinks, eyes scan from his plump lips, down the gentle curve of the omega’s jaw, to his exposed naked neck.
Jungkook feels himself gulp, feeling the gentle touch of Jimin’s fingers going up his neck to the alpha’s nape. They squeeze gently and begin to pull the alpha closer.
He could resist, he is stronger than the omega; who isn’t applying much pressure at all.
But why would he? The door is unlocked already.
And he has JImin’s neck bared and covered in chocolate.
When their lips meet, Jungkook poses no resistance. Melting right into the chocolate flavor coating Jimin’s lips. He hums pleased as his tongue darts across Jimin’s full bottom lip, scraping the cake off.
The hand on his nape tightens its grip as Jimin begins to walk backwards, refusing to let the alpha separate too much. Rather distracting Jungkook by guiding his head down to the corner of the omega’s lips, to his soft jaw.
Chocolate and thyme intoxicate him enough to realize he is walking away from the door. Even as Jimin falls onto his back on the nest and Jungkook follows right after; spreading the omega’s thighs with his hips as he settles right in between.
Already sucking and licking the cake off his neck; without the omega’s hand guiding him to do so.
“A–ah… That’s it, good, good.” Jimin’s praise has an iron grip on his will. Going mad over the way the hand on his neck becomes less demanding and more helpless as it tangles onto Jungkook’s curls.
It feels good, to finally be the one sucking on Jimin’s scent gland, flattening his tongue against it and sucking all the chocolate cake from his skin.
To finally be the one making Jimin squirm, feeling his thighs squeeze around Jungkook’s hips, hand in his hair tightening and body quivering. So close he is able to hear all of the omega’s little gasps for air, and sighs of pleasure.
“Y–yes– yes, ah- puppy…” Jimin hardly sounds like himself, shaken and weak.
He loves it.
The abandoned cake only becomes relevant again when Jungkook’s tongue spreads its spit along the clean skin. Jimin’s scent has overpowered that of the cake, and tainting Jungkook’s lips with thyme.
He spots it, having clumsily landed next to Jimin when the omega fell onto the nest. Jungkook reaches for a fistful of it, and spreads it down Jimin’s naked chest and stomach.
The alpha separates just to take a good look at his body laid out.
“You’re gorgeous…” He breathes out, his widened eyes meeting Jimin’s hazy ones. The omega’s cheeks dusted pink, and his lips parted breathless.
“I could never say no to you…” The confession leaves Jungkook’s lips, and he can’t know if it's truthful or if it's his instincts talking.
Or if it's a tortuous mixture of both.
“T–then take me.” Heat pulls at his navel just watching Jimin struggle to speak coherently. Senses completely overwhelmed with the abuse of Jungkook’s tongue. “ I’m… I’m yours…”
And how could Jungkook ever refuse an offer like that?
Before he can come up with a response, he is sinking back in. It's Jungkook’s turn for his hands to claim and manhandle Jimin. They cup at his waist and push it up, forcing the omega to arch his back to him.
It gives him all the better access to Jimin’s chest, the softened mounds of his chest coated entirely in moist chocolate cake. Nipples hardened against the cold ganache and blush darkened as the omega looked down at himself.
He doesn’t waste a second, keeping Jimin in place as he laps up the cake from Jimin’s chest. Letting his tongue drag across it and wrap around the omega’s puffy nipples. His alpha becomes in tune with his reactions.
Dragging his fangs gently even where he doesn’t need to just to hear another whimper slip from JImin’s lips. His hands tightening on his waist just to feel him quiver underneath his palms.
Jungkook truly does feel the omega's words now.
Jimin is his.
The chocolate cake had been overpowering, so much so that it’s only as Jungkook kisses and licks down the omega’s softened stomach, that he catches a scent of something else.
Sweeter than any dessert, the smell of JImin’s slick makes his nostrils flare as he looks up at the omega. Finding that Jimin looks down at him with a bashful expression.
It's easy to forget about the cake then.
He leans down between Jimin’s legs then, letting the softened thighs cage around his head and suffocate in a chamber of omega scent. Watching the thin glistening slick coat along his inner thighs and crotch.
Jungkook can’t remember how long it's been since he had been able to taste an omega. Probably because Jimin is everything his mind can think about, moaning against his entrance, tongue vibrating against the hot skin before the alpha pushes it in.
His face is entirely buried, his nose brushes against Jimin’s taint, coaxing weak little cries from Jimin with each slight movement of his head. The omega’s hands gripping at his hair, but without any real power over the alpha.
The alpha feels both entirely in control, and completely mad with lust. Only made aware of his hard-on with the compulsive humping of his hips against the mattress. It makes his movements a little more aggressive, less controlled.
But the moans Jimin screams out when Jungkook’s fangs occasionally drag against his skin reassure him.
The omega can take it.
And Jungkook was never one to hold back.
He hasn’t felt this much like himself in a long time. As he feels Jimin orgasm directly on his face, making a mess from his lips and cheeks. Lifting himself up to properly admire the twitching of his omega.
“But how does he do it?” Namjoon frowns confusedly
“That's it… Good boy…” Jungkook’s thumb pets where he cups Jimin’s thigh.
“Jimin!” He turns to the alpha. “It can’t be easy to tame an omega. They could overpower him at any time.”
“He doesn’t give them the chance to.” Yoongi shakes her head. “He strips an alpha into his most basic instincts and uses them against them.”
Jimin doesn’t respond, chest rising and falling with deep breaths. Staring at Jungkook dazed and overwhelmed. Making the alpha feel all the more accomplished.
The alpha shakes his head and chuckles. “Hell… I bet most times the alphas feel powerful when they’re right where Jimin wants them to be.”
The omega’s hands speak first, trailing up Jungkook’s arms to his shoulders.
“Y-you’re hard.” Jimin observes. His voice is hoarse and small still.
Jungkook’s smile only widens. “I am.”
When he smiles back, it is giddier than the alpha ever remembers seeing him.
“You like eating off me?”
Drunk with arousal and confidence, Jungkook nods without a doubt. Jimin’s hands move downwards, following the gentle curve of the alpha’s pecs and down his stomach.
That curve still feels unfamiliar, pliant and slightly more bloated from the chocolate cake.
But anything can feel good under the touch of Jimin’s palms.
“A-alpha…” He follows the omega’s touch until they brush his happy trail, settling just above Jungkook’s semi. “How about I help you while you finish it off?”
Just the fact that Jimin is acknowledging him as an alpha again is enough to convince Jungkook of doing anything.
There’s more than half of the cake. He tugs the plate closer to them and smears another fistful of it, across Jimin’s neck. The omega pliant and easy as he lets Jungkook make a mess of him.
Probably because he knows Jungkook will clean him right up.
It's only until the alpha begins to eat off him, that Jimin’s hand moves downwards from where it settled against Jungkook’s happy trail. He gasps against the omega’s skin when he feels the small fingers wrap around the base.
Jimin’s pace is leisured, but indulgent. Pumping Jungkook in rhythm to the alpha’s eating. He hums against the skins; his moans muffled by the big bites of cake. The gentle strokes making him uncoordinated, eating more than he can chew; his jaw perpetually hanging low in pleasure.
His hands find their way back to Jimin’s waist, keeping him still even though Jungkook is the one shivering. Hips resuming their humping into the omega’s fist. Trying really hard for arousal to not mess the rhythm they’ve built together. The sound of his eating and moaning followed by the growingly wetter sound of Jimin’s pumping.
Grinding forward with each dip of Jungkook’s face into the crook of the omega’s neck, lapping up the moist chocolate cake until the skin is bare; until Jungkook can leave a mark.
He can feel his back arch not only with the movement of his hips, but also with the heaviness of the bloat growing in his belly.
Jungkook can definitely feel it, swelling up and pressing against Jimin’s own soft stomach.
It drags with the movement of his hips, bearable still thanks to the newfound padding along his belly. Not quite as taut as it used to be.
Recognizing that fact now, only makes his knot throb with want.
So what if he let himself get spoiled? He gets to give back to Jimin now.
As he goes on, he feels the cake take up more room, the padding covering his belly needing to stretch out. Swollen bloat making Jungkook’s moans breathier, and his eating messier. All the blood in his body collects by his stomach and groin, making his mind wobbly.
It's already an effort when he manages to eat everything. Licking the last bit of chocolate fudge and nipping at Jimin’s chest where it laid. Lips pressed with a satisfied smile against the skin.
Smile that is quickly whipped off, since Jimin’s pumping stops almost immediately after the alpha is done eating.
The continuous flow of precum halted as the omega squeezed at the base of his dick, right above where the knot soon would begin to form.
“A–ahn-” He chokes in discomfort. “O–omega…W–what?” His brain scrambles to put words together and out of his lips in a coherent manner.
But his brain wobbles with arousal, his voice is thick with chocolate fudge, and his breathing labored with the swollen bloat coaxing the air out of his lungs.
“Grab some more, and spread it.” It truly shows just how much more lucid Jimin is in comparison to the alpha. Who blinks dumbly up at the omega.
“Cake, pup.” Jimin adds.
Jungkook turns his head towards the abandoned plate. There’s way more than he is comfortable eating right now…
“You heard me… Eat it.” The omega’s tone is not nearly as patient.
Hand on Jungkook’s dick tugs, pulling the alpha closer with a whine. Close enough for Jimin’s free hand to reach for the cake, and push another mouthful against Jungkook’s lips.
His discomfort is immediately subdued, as his lips struggle to wrap around the handful Jimin’s hand resumes its gentle pumping. And Jungkook is humping back into it way too eagerly for someone whose stomach is pushing past their limit.
“That’s it… You’re so good for me, aren’t you, Jungkoook?” There’s a meaner tone to his voice. As if taking vengeance from the alpha’s brief moment of power.
Yet he can’t bring himself to care, the arousal too overwhelming for Jungkook to register the growing discomfort at the pit of his stomach, or the mocking of the head omega.
“You’ll just do anything I say…” Jimin muses, breath brushing Jungkook’s ear.
He doesn’t care if his bloat not only glides against Jimin’s torso but presses into him, heavy with butter, sugar and chocolate. If he looks swollen from Jimin’s indulgent feeding, if he’s tubbier than a lead hunter should be.
It's impossible to ignore, though. The way it weighs down on his arched back, and slows down his grinds. Rendering him lazy and gasping for air.
And yet he loves it.
The heavy feeling at the pit of his stomach that kept him drowsy.
The overpowering chocolate flavor and heavy scent of the omega clouding his senses impossibly more.
The continuous pumping on his dick.
Jungkook begins to feel the swell of his knot expand under Jimin’s hands. His thrusting is impossibly clumsier as he focuses on finishing the cake like the omega had instructed him. Which becomes harder with each thick swallow, not only because of the growingly painful stretch of his stomach, but as Jungkook’s pleasure takes more protagonism.
He begins to chase his own orgasm. Quickening his humping and leaving behind some of the sparse cake left on the omega’s skin. Jungkook leaves a puddle of drool onto Jimin’s skin, where he drags his lips up and down gently with his thrusts.
His moans are unrecognizable, breathless and a little pained. Lips opening and closing but nothing comes out.
He is so close.
Trying to warn Jimin is no use, he feels his knot beginning to burst out-
But the omega presses his thumb right against the slit of Jungkook’s tip.
A choked sob leaves the alpha’s panting lips. Body contorting displeased.
“Go on.” Jimin’s voice is contrastingly gentle to the blinding pressure being pushed against the alpha’s tip. “You know what to do.”
Jungkook’s brain is fuzzy as he looks up from where his cheek was pressed to the omega’s chest. Eyes blinking open groggily trying to scan for any remains of the chocolate cake. Even if the sight of it makes his distended stomach churn in complaint.
There it is, in the juncture of Jimin’s jaw line and neck.
It's a struggle to even control his breathing, trembling arms lifting him up just enough.
Jimin bares his neck so prettily for him, almost sweetly if it wasn’t for the iron grip on his cock.
He lowers himself shakily down to the omega’s neck, whimpering as the closer he gets to Jimin the harder the pressure against his slit. And licks it clean.
“Good boy.” The omega mimics Jungkook’s words. Slowly releasing his thumb while he is still nuzzled into Jimin’s neck.
A shaky, broken, cry leaves his lips. Jungkook’s entire body shudders, hips uncoordinated as they hump into the air. Tip of his cock brushing pathetically against his painfully swollen stomach.
His knot spurts onto his own belly and Jimin’s chest. Big load making his thighs squirm where they straddle the omega’s body, weakened by his release. Soft moans and panting taking over the otherwise quiet room.
The omega’s hand tangles in Jungkook’s hair once more, encouraging him to stay in the crook of his neck. And lowering the alpha’s shaky body to lay on his. A sweet release from the effort his body was under; not just from the withhold of his orgasm, but from his bloat as well.
The press of his swollen belly against Jimin’s body is the perfect amount of pressure on his stomach to finally start digesting. Breathless still, as his deep inhales take whiffs of Jimin’s soothing scent; helping him come down. Jimin’s hand combs through his hair slowly.
It wouldn’t be the last time Jungkook was allowed to feel in control, though. Always delivered in brief encapsulated moments, he would be able to have Jimin as an alpha.
At this moment Jungkook doesn’t feel powerful at all.
But with time, it became clear it was just a way for Jimin to get his way later on. In a way that somehow undid all of the “power” Jungkook had managed to collect.
And yet, the alpha fell for it every time. Soaking up Jimin’s moans of his name, instincts eager to prove himself to the omega, willing to do everything for his pleasure…
Well, that's not much different than when Jimin is in complete control. To the point where succumbing to the omega has become easier each time.
Jimin still pushes his limits, though. But he is not nearly as harsh as he used to be; his demands come out in the form of gentle encouragement, whispered praise, scenting and knotting as his rewards.
Which, in Jungkook’s almost constant dazed state of mind, is good enough of a reason to obey.
Most waking hours of the day, Jimin’s makes sure they spend eating. Or… better said, Jimin spends it feeding him, and Jungkook spends it letting himself be fed. Always accompanied by some form of scenting, kissing.. or if Jungkook is particularly lucky, he’d be getting his knot popped in one way or another.
He can tell Jimin doesn’t stay the entire time in their room. Often slipping out of Jungkook’s sleepy (or near food-coma state) to walk out the door. Jungkook is far too dazed to stop him, and there's not room in his mind to question the omega on it once he returns. Since most times, he comes back with a full platter of food and a scent full of mischief.
These days it feels like Jungkook doesn’t have much room in his mind to think about anything.
Food takes up most of his thoughts, as with time, not only does it become easier to stomach all the feasts Jimin brings for the alpha; but Jungkook is becoming hungrier.
The way he would wake up still feeling ballooned and full after Jimin’s stuffings is a long lost memory; as now Jungkook’s stomach is whining greedily even before JImiin is walking through the door.
He can feel himself getting bigger, the padding on his belly making his bloats less taut no matter how much he eats. Stretching the waistband of those pants Jimin gave to him all that time ago. Feeling his bloat press against it at first, before his stomach began constantly pressing to the waistband; offering a constant support against his stomach.
Now… It digs into his stomach constantly; even when he lays down it cuts his belly in half…
It's been quite a while since Jungkook had put them on. Opting instead to lounge nude in the nest.
Jimin had been quite happy with this new development.
But it's not just the pants... Jungkook feels it all over, the way the omega’s indulgence shows on his body.
He feels the dent he makes on the bed, larger and deeper. The space he takes up in the nest, the way Jimin’s arms feel smaller and smaller around him.
The way the omega’s hands squish against the pliant padding of his body, fingers sinking in where they grope Jungkook’s thicker waist, or the chub collecting at his hips. Caressing between the rolls stacked on his sides. Or circling around the dome that became his stomach.
Jimin’s hands made him feel so big.
As if the increasingly obstructing view of his crotch, then his lap, then his feet wasn’t enough. Jungkook would squirm as the soft pads of the omega’s fingers would caress down to the bottom of his belly, cupping as much of it as he could; bouncing it gently on his hands when Jungkook was too overfed to stop him. Whining as it sent the rest of him wobbling.
His chest, once ample but firm, softened out, resembling Jimin’s at first before it continued to sag onto the crest of his gut. Fatty enough to plumpen up to the sides into what Jungkook imagines are rolls that began to take over his back.
And his legs, his restricted view of them, show the way they widened to fit his plumpened frame. Chonky and heavy when he walks to the bathroom, they rub together in a way that makes Jungkook miss the pants he ditched wearing.
But just opting to walk less is easier than facing the abandoned garment.
Luckily he was never one for shirts, since Jungkook’s arms have pillowed out. Covering the once bulging muscle under plush padding, that follows his movements with a jiggle and makes sitting up on the bed a bit of a nuisance.
The room they're in doesn’t have a mirror, not even the bathroom. So Jungkook can only guess what his face looks like. The alpha catches himself rubbing his face, trying to get a sense of his rounded cheeks.
He definitely feels the padding that’s taken refuge under his jaw, softening his harsh alpha features into something less threatening; plumper and spoiled.
And speaking of… alpha features.
Jungkook has long lost the ability to look down at his knot, but lately… He’s been having trouble reaching.
As he continued to balloon, chub began to settle right under the overhang of his belly and right above his knot. It wasn’t a problem at first, but, much like the rest of him, that small fat pad began to take over his dick. Successfully burying the base of his knot.
And the fact that his belly only grew in size didn’t make it any easier for Jungkook’s hands to reach.
“Feel that?” Jimin would purr when Jungkook was too aroused to take it all in. “You’re barely an alpha anymore.”
Jimin was right, he was spoiled to the point he was losing anything that Jungkook thought made him an alpha.
His hunting instinct, his temper, his freedom, his body, his knot.
Namjoon can’t quite hide his excitement after that, rushing behind the shorter alpha as he noticed many pack members were doing.
Everyone wants to see how their head omega’s little project turned out.
Or well… “little” might be the wrong word.
“I’m getting deja vu.” Yoongi mumbles as they begin to settle into the main office of their head omega. The spacious room filled with most of the pack already.
But his alpha is short so they make way past most wolves to reach the front.
“It’s been a while though, hasn’t it?” He asks Yoongi.
“I think it’s been a little bit over a year…”
The omega’s eyebrows raise. “Jiminie took his time with this one.” Is all he manages to say as the rest of the crowd hushes one another as their head omega steps into view at the altar.
Namjoon feels his stomach twist in anticipation.
“Thank you all for joining me today!” The head omega smiles at the audience. “I know it was shortly noticed, but I could not wait any longer.”
Namjoon and Yoongi share a giddy glance.
“In this pack, we believe in second chances. That's why we take refugees in, and try our best to give people the opportunity to mature and grow.” The audience around them nods, and Namjoon finds himself nodding too.
“So, it's my great pleasure to announce that our hunter Jeon Jungkook will be given the chance to re-join the hunting crew and provide for our pack once more!”
The audience erupts into cheers. In part because of the feeling of pride for their pack, and also because… everyone loves a good spectacle.
And what a spectacle it is.
As Jimin steps to the side and gestures to someone behind him. “Come, Jungkook.” Is all he says, before the alpha waddles into view.
Namjoon cups his mouth with a gasp, and he’d feel rude if he were the only one doing it.
With heavy steps, Jungkook’s big frame takes over the altar. All of him wobbles following the rhythm of his steps; despite the winter he is dressed in summer clothes, that leave little to the imagination. Namjoon’s eyes skimmed his body in complete and utter shock.
They take in the girth of his legs, pressed together even when standing apart. Once carved with hard muscle, perfect for hunting, now jiggled flabby from neglect. Before they meet his almost emasculating hips; nearly omega-like in the way they push over the waistband of his belt into a puffy muffin top.
But no, the almost square thickness of his waist and stomach doesn’t make Jungkook look like an omega at all. Almost taut-looking if not for the ripples that expand across his chub with each lethargic step. His gut pours over the waistband, almost reaching for the alpha’s crotch with a blubbery overhang; more pillowy than the rest of his massive pot belly.
His chest isn’t omega-like at all either. Full and fatty, but not nearly as big, sagging towards the shelf of his gut, and growing sideways into thick back rolls. The entire girth of his torso making his arms stand a little further away. Themselves already heavy with flabby chub clinging to them, hiding any of the alpha’s muscles.
Worse than omega-like, Jungkook just looks like a completely spoiled alpha.
He looks pathetic.
A dimpled smile spreads across his face, and when Namjoon turns to look his alpha is smiling too.
“You remember Jungkookssi. right?” Jimin looks miniscule next to him, but the alpha looks like the furthest thing from threatening; despite his size. With opened mouthed breaths and a drowsy look in his eyes, scanning the room as if still taking in his surroundings.
Dumbed out on food, probably. If the way his chubby large hands cup his belly is anything to go by.
“He was the best hunter in his previous pack and quickly showed he has what it takes to become our own lead hunter here.” Jimin pats the wide expanse of the alpha’s back.
“And I think we are ready to give him the chance to prove himself once more!”
It's incredible the way Jimin can say this with a straight face, hugging this fattened Jungkook by his side.
But the crowd claps, and Namjoon finds himself following suit.
“Want your old life back, Jungkook?” Jimin’s fingers find their way to the base of the alpha’s fattened nape.
Somehow, Jungkook finds it in himself to nod quickly, shrugging the omega’s hand off his neck.
Still feisty, it seems. But Jimin only giggles in response.
“Then show us how it's done.” He begins to walk down the steps of the altar, in front of Jungkook. Before turning to look at the alpha. “Catch me.”
And begins to sprint down the stairs and out of the room. The crowd’s eyes only follow him for a second before everyone’s eyes settle on Jungkook, who barely seems to be aware of what he is meant to do.
Alpha instincts buried under all that fat.
“Get him, Jungkook!” An alpha screams from the crowd, amusement pouring from her voice; shaking with giggles she is holding in.
“Yeah! Show us how it's done!” Another voice comes out from another corner of the building. Earning a choir of chuckles to erupt from the crowd.
Jungkook nods to himself dumbly, panting before he even takes a slow step down the stairs.
Clumsy and ungraceful and painfully slow. His entire body wobbles despite the lethargic movements, from his cheeks and double chin down to the overhang of his gut.
“I’m waiting…!” Jimin’s voice sing-songs, eyes turn to him as he leans against the doorframe of the big hall. Giggling openly, as Jungkook struggles to even make it down the stairs.
The omega doesn’t run away, not even as Jungkook waddles towards him; downright wheezing for air as he extends his fat arms towards Jimin.
But the head omega doesn’t budge. Instead taking Jungkook’s arm and tugging him closer; he has such a poor balance with this new center of gravity it's easy to just make him stumble forward. And plants a kiss on his rounded cheek., right before rushing out of the alpha’s grip.
“Y–yah!” Is all Jungkook can respond, his sharp wit and talk backs rendered useless against the heavy panting.
“I thought you were the best of the best….” Jimin continues, grinning from ear to ear as he begins to walk backwards up the stairs to his altar.
And although he is the one being ‘chased’, Jimin looks predatory down at the alpha. Who turns around so slowly; hands cupping at the sides of his gut as if to subdue the jiggling.
“You told me hunting was your strong suit, show me.” The omega speaks through gritted teeth, giggling in mockery.
If Jungkook’s descent down the stairs was already ungraceful, the way he sets on all fours to crawl up the stairs is nothing short of a spectacle. Giving the entire room a front view of his fattened legs. Hips swaying from side to side under the weight of Jungkook’s fattened ass.
But Namjoon bets that the sight Jimin is getting is better.
The alpha’s red, sweaty expression, gut slapping against his thighs as they climb up each step with immense effort. Chest sagging downwards and slapping against his belly, following the movement. Arms trembling as they climb up; wheezing for air.
Jimin isn’t even walking away anymore. As Jungkook stops in his tracks, probably too focused on not to collapse against the stairs.
His task of hunting after Jimin was abandoned. Hunting instincts buried under his fattened body.
Everything that made Jungkook a great hunter.
Everything that made him an alpha.
Is now replaced by Jimin’s spoiling.
The omega approaches the panting alpha, cupping his cheek and making Jungkook’s tired hazy eyes meet Jimin’s.
“Lets go home, hm pup?” His tone is so soft, so tender, it's almost inaudible from where Namjoon stands.
And, after a moment, he can very distinctly see Jungkook nod quickly.
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.
Chapter 2 of Beached, following Taehyung's descent into gluttony. Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/56723569/chapters/144198871
Taehyung slowly awoke from his food induced coma, eyes drifting to the scene that lay in front of him. He had overdone it - 6 hours later and his belly still felt tight and highly pressurised. He lay there, in hedonistic laziness, until the pressure from his bladder became uncontrollable. This was the one part of gaining Taehyung hated - the effort of moving his once lithe, but not mammoth sized body. As Taehyung tried to lift his heft from the sofa, all that he could muster was a slight rocking forward, before he fell back and released a guttural burp.
“Hm, this is new” he huffed, before he tried again. The second attempt was just as pitiful, barely lifting his globular cheeks off the leather couch, with a loud sigh “ugh”. He closed his eyes and sat for a few minutes, gathering his agitated breath before trying one last time. Finally, joints creaking at the exertion, and struggling with the effort, Taehyung heaved his mass off the couch with a pained groan. “Huff - that was - huff -”, Taehyung wheezed through rapid breaths, as heat pooled in his nether regions. Whether he was just too full from his king sized feast, or his mobility had seriously started to decrease, Taehyung did not know, but he couldn’t wait for what was to come.
As he slowly waddled through the bathroom door, his bulging love handles brushed against the rugged door frame. As if someone had splashed cold water on his face, Tae was suddenly alert, cock perking up through the folds of his body. He couldn’t believe that finally he was big enough for his sides to start touching the ample door frame. He rushed (as quickly as an obese guy can) to the mirror, and watched in amazement at how his body rippled ferociously with the movement. His belly covered the entirety of the mirror, bulging multiple inches in front of him, as round as a hot air balloon. His tan, creamy skin was littered with angry red stretch marks, growing like daggers across his corpulent body. His vast belly, had in recent months, began to droop below his waist, too heavy to remain upright, and now feeling the effects of gravity; it drooped in front of him like a pendulum, covering his groin entirely from view. Two flabby boobs sat on top of his once toned chest, flopping completely against his upper belly, with his pink nipples stretched like pepperoni; he was so fat now that his boobs had begun to merge against his arm flab, causing his arms to rest permanently at an angle. Starting at the mirror, the fog had cleared and Taehyung was hit with a wave of clarity; the once stick thin, amateur model, had been swallowed by engorged and indolent blob, at least triple his orignal size. As he stepped on the scales, the number that read out to him (because of course he couldn’t see anymore) was etched into his mind, “450 pounds”. As a wave of horniness washed over him, Tae promised then and there to reach 500 pounds as soon as he could.
At a speeds he had not reached in a long time, Taehyung waddled from the bathroom to the kitchen. Fat fingers clumsily rang his saved numbers in succession - all his favourite restaurants. Ignoring his vapid breathing he updated his regular orders, “huff 3 extra large double cheese pizzas - huff - 5 garlic breads, 5 portions of onion rings please”. He then ripped open some family sized packs of Oreo’s, pouring it down his throat as he placed another order, “10 of your triple cheese burgers- huff - and - munch - two triple cheese dip nachos and a large portion of fries please”. Despite his feast earlier Taehyung could not wait to eat - it was like a flip had suddenly been switched and he was even more eager to pile on the pounds. He grabbed as many packets of junk food he could find, crips, Oreos, chocolates, and collapsed on his couch. Tearing open the packs, Taehyung opened his gaping maw and poured the contents into his mouth like a conveyor belt- one after one, the packets were emptied into ample stomach, barely even chewing.
Engrossed in gorging on the litter of junk food, Taehyung almost didn’t hear the ding of his door. Like a puppy to a bone, Taehyung stopped in his tracks, and began the process of lifting his enormous bulk off the sunken coach. In his gluttonous state, he completely forgot about the fact he was wearing nothing but an old, food stained t-shirt that barely covered his bulbous breasts, and a ripped pair of XXL underpants that was honestly two sizes too small. Ignoring the horrified look on the delivery drivers face, Tae grabbed all the bags from his first order and hurried back to his table. “I really need to get that scooter” he huffed, as he collapsed back onto his couch. Without a second to waste, Taehyung dived into the calorific feast - at record pace, burgers, fries, onion rings all disappeared into his gaping hole. Grease spread all across his mouth, hot cheese dripping onto his udder like boobs and his bulging waist. He grabbed handfuls of cheesy nachos and burgers, using his sausage like hands because it was quicker than cutlery: every second he spent cutting his food, was wasting precious time to feed his ravenous gut. He stopped only to guzzle down litres of Fanta and sprite, and letting out guttural burps to ease space in his groaning stomach. As he finished his first family size meal, the door bell rang again.
“Just in time” Taehyung grinned gleefully, anticipating his next meal. He rocked back and forth, letting out multiple burps and farts, until he was in an upright position. At the sound of a second bell, he wheezed out a desperate cry “I - huff, eurgh - I’m coming”. At a snails pace, he plodded over to his door. After what seemed like ages, he finally arrived, face red and dripping with sweat, one hand on his chest which was rapidly rising and falling. He pulled open the door and sent the driver into a stupor - mouth gaping open, the young delivery driver could only stare at the fattest man he had ever seen. In front of him was huge cream expanse, as wide as the door, littered with food stains across this grotesque belly like a jackson-pollack. At any other time, Taehyung would have revelled in the sight, secretly getting-off to the humiliation. But today, he was tired and hungry.
“Bring the food in for me, and I’ll give you a tip” he commanded, as he slowly turned around and laboured back to his food littered throne. Without intending to, he let out rancid farts with each step, smirking at what the young fit lad must have thought of him. He could see the disgust written on this innocent face as he flopped onto the standing couch.
“My tttip sir”. Oh right Taehyung thought. Ripping the last remaining part of his t-shirt, Taehyung slowly moved his fat induced hand, lifting his right boob - one arm struggled to keep his boob upright, as the other fished underneath it, to find his secret stash of money. After a few seconds, he handed the sweat ridden notes to the driver. The delivery driver just stared at Tae’s hand, in utter shock and disgust, “you keep it” he exclaimed, before he ran out of Tae’s apartment.
Not wasting anymore precious time, Tae dived into his second substantial feast - his favourite, 8 XL boxes of the most calorific pizza. He moaned in ecstasy at every hot and greasy slice entered his mouth. One after another, the pizza boxes depleted, until finally, two hours after he started this monumental feast Taehyung had finished. He lay back onto his sofa and let out the most guttural and loud fart in his life, vibrations rippling across his flabby arse. Panting, he grabbed the last remaining fizzy drink and downed it in record time. He was spent - eating was just so much exercise! After lazing for half an hour in the litters of his conquest, he suddenly realised that there was a dozen frosted doughnuts waiting for him in his fridge.
For a minute he seriously contemplated saving his dessert for another day, but after a minute, he felt saliva drooling from mouth. Psyching himself up for the treat that awaited him, he slowly rocked to the edge of the couch. Panting, he realised this was going to be much harder than usual - he had packed his enormous gut to such an extent, that he felt like a ballon ready to pop; his gut ached at every movement, protesting to let it relax and digest the feast in peace. But after years of gorging, and stuffing his face, Taehyung had programmed his mind and gut to always have dessert. Taehyung groaned, take 1 had failed - he had barely even lifted his ass! Take 2; his legs trembled, as his bulbous ass lifted an inch off the couch, before plunging back down. Gasping, he decided to take a break - he was just a bit tired that’s all! He picked some crumbs off his huge breasts, and licked some of the cheese sauce which had cooled on top of them.
“That will give me some energy he thought”, distracting himself from the new slovenly lows he has just reached. Finally, after two more tries, he made it to an upright position. Gasping, in a way that would be concerning for a normal person, he slowly made the trek to his cupboard. His was face was red, and his heart beat rapidly from the exertion of hauling his cargo-sized body thé few metres from his couch to the kitchen cupboard. His thighs, wobbled, flab rippling like a tidal waves, wincing from the chub rubbing together. As he reached his treasured destination, his face sank in despair.
“Shit” he panted, one hand leaning against the work surface, and other clutching his chest in attempt to calm his body. “Shit”. The doughnuts were in the bottom cupboard, simply because there was no room for them in the other junk filled cupboards. He was about to turn back, when his stomach let out a pained roar “gggggrrrll, bleurgh”. At 450 pounds, Tae’s gut controlled everything he did - and right now it was telling him it was in need of those doughnut. Slowly, he bent down, knees cracking from the weight of his belly. He bent down as far as he could and hear another tear in his already strained pants - at this stage, he wanted them off to cook down his ass! Tae opened the cupboard and gasped in glee as he saw his prized possession. In his rush to start eating, Tae forgot about his precarious situation, rapidly pulling the doughnuts out of the cupboard - but at his size, anything could send his centre of gravity off kilter. Before it could even dawn on him, he fell to the ground.
Waves of flab slapped onto the cold floor, crashing into each other as his moobs rocked back and forth into his face. After minute, the inches of cellulite across his body finally came to halt. His taught belly stretched for metres in the air. “Fuck” he wheezed. As hot as this was, dick perking into his sweaty groin, Taehyung new that this was not good - if he didn’t get up now, he would be stuck here for the whole night.
Taehyung whined, sweat dripping down his face and all over his body, as he began the monumental task of rolling rover. The first time is pointless, he barely moves an inch. After two more times, he’s gasping for breath, breathing so heavily that he needs to take a break, for fear of hurting himself. Any other day, he would’ve been able to get up - priding himself on his relative fitness. But, after a whole day of gorging himself beyond reproach, inhaling copious amounts of food and stuffing his belly to the absolute limit, there was nothing he could do. He was a prisoner in his own body.
He's not going to be able to do this himself he realised. He knew what he would have to do, but he was so so embarrassed.
Hesitating for what seemed like hours, he slowly lifted his flabby arm and grabbed into his other moob. He whipped out bis sweat stained, which had bent slightly from the pressure of his fat, and dialled the number. Butterflies pooled in his stomach, whilst his cock started twitching in excitement.
“Hello Hyung, how are you - it’s been so long”, Jungkook answered.
Too tired for pleasantries, Taehyung rapidly wheezed out “hhh-help me Kookie”.
Slight panicked, his dongsaeng asked what was wrong. “I - huff huff - I fell and I can’t get up”.
“What do you mean you can’t”—- “just come please” Taehyung panted. Fuck he's too fat for this.
Struggling to get his breath under control, taehyung there sprawled on the floor like a beached whale. He slowly ripped open the box of doughnuts, and plopped them one by one into his mouth - Tae figured he would have time to eat them before JK came, and all that exercise had left him hungry.
Eating is such a pleasure for Taehyung, that even in this situation, he can lose track of time and get lost in savouring the sweet taste of his dessert. The door burst open, and Taehyung was shocked out of his sweet induced haze. However, his neck was too fat to look up, and even if it wasn’t, his belly just towered over him, blocking his view. He was unaware of the shock horror on his Jungkook’s face; a mixture of disgust at the rancid smell of stale food and farts, and pure surprise at the mountain of lard that was sprawled in front of him.
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.
Definition: To be stranded or hauled up on a beach, “a beached whale”
Taehyung groaned, whether it was from pleasure or pain was yet to be discovered. But what he did know, was that he had pushed himself to the absolute limit. A guttural burp, and rumbling fart, simultaneously erupted from his methane filled chambers, as he flopped back against his poor sofa, already straining under his weight - there was only so much more it could take of the 400 pound blubbery land mass.
Taehyung inched millimetres forward, in an attempt to soothe his aching gut, but to no avail. The vast, tanned expense, stretched out for what seemed like miles in front of him. A barren, hairless desert, littered with violent and angry stretch marks from an uncontrolled gain. Taehyung’s belly sat in front of him, swollen like he had just eaten the moon, blocking his entire view of the TV - not that he could pay any attention in his gluttonous stupeur. Taehyung had inhaled enough food for a herd of elephants, the usually soft, and pillow like flab, completely taught and threatening to burst. The only part saved from this self-induced pain was Taehyung’s underbelly, which at his size was permanently soft and malleable to the touch. The only problem was the he could no longer reach the favourite part of his belly, he could no longer grope and grab at his marshmallow blubber for hours on end like he used too. Hell, what’s worse was that Taehyung could no longer reach his one sizeable dick, now reduced to nothing, encompassed completely in hot and sweaty fat.
However, just because he was beached like a whale, did not mean that Taehyung was completely spent. Over the years of hedonistic self indulgence, he had learnt to adapt to his ever growing size. Slowly, like time had slowed to half speed, Taehyung began to rut into himself. Too stuffed to bring his monstrously large bum completely off the sunken couch, Taehyung began to rock back and forth - the sweat helping to lubricate his skin that would normally be stuck to the leather. His thighs, welded together from the sprawling cellulite, wobbled profusely from the minute movement, rubbing against Taehyungs member. Within seconds, Taehyung could feel himself getting excited, blood rapidly moving south, as his breath began to accelerate - out of pleasure, but also exhaustion.
“Eurgh, huff, argh”. A symphony of huffing and panting resounded throughout Taehyungs apartment, littered with crumbs and wrappers, accompanied by a cacophony of slapping and squelching sounds, from the sea of flab: lower and underbelly sloshing against each other, love handles rolling against the sweat dripped sofa, and boobs sloshing against his triple chins. With one final exhausted moan, Taehyung felt himself cum against his wet and hot fupa, a river of white running through the valley of his fat. Taehyung would figure out how to clean himself later, for now, he lay flopped against the sofa, red in the face, panting, with one final rumbling fart, gas released from movement of his land mass, before he fell into an exhausted slumber.
ok i would like to request a fic about a biiiig joshua please 😌
Joshua x any member, where he’s already huge and addicted to eating greasy foods and is enabled by the other person. And also furniture breaking, maybe it’s a chair, or if you’re comfortable writing immobility maybe he broke the bed he lays on, whatever you’re more comfortable writing 😊
Thank you!! I’ve really liked reading the requests you’ve written so far!!
:D I'm such a huge fan so your compliment means a lot! I hope you enjoy!
CW for mentions of immobility and mobility struggles
Feed My Fantasy
Before meeting Jeonghan, Joshua had been a very successful but steady gainer. He was already over 450 pounds when they started dating. But once they started their relationship and got comfortable, Joshua was able to submit to his ultimate fantasy thanks to the gracious help of Jeonghan.
Both rich and equally as kinky as Joshua, Jeonghan wanted nothing more than to stuff Joshua to the brim and wait on him hand and foot each and every day. This had it's consequences and three years into their relationship, Joshua had ballooned up to 670 pounds. That was when he'd moved in with Jeonghan. Since then, he rarely left the large king size bed that they shared.
Joshua basked in it. He loved that he had reached a point of obesity where he was reminded of his gluttony almost constantly. Standing? That would take at least ten minutes to do with Jeonghan's assistance. Hungry? Jeonghan would need to bring it to him. Dropped the remote? Jeonghan would need to grab it for him. Masturbate? Well, Jeonghan would need to help him with that too. It was heaven.
After two years of living together, Joshua's activity level was pretty much decimated to trips to the bathroom which was about ten feet from the bed. Ten feet may not sound like much, but to an 815 pound man, it's not just a walk, it's a workout.
One Saturday morning, Joshua was in need of a shower. Jeonghan awoke him and brought him breakfast which consisted of all of the greasy fattening foods that Joshua adored. He ate every last bite and let Jeonghan pick up the various wrappers and trash. Joshua sat with his meal for a few minutes and dreaded his upcoming trip to the shower. It took so much effort to walk these days. Just getting to a position where he could stand was enough to get him sweaty.
"Alright fatty," Jeonghan said lovingly. "Time to get up." He stood back and watched as Joshua maneuvered himself from side to side, grunting and gasping. The rolls of his impossibly fat thighs sloshed and slapped together with every movement. He took a break after a couple of minutes and caught his breath. He looked over at Jeonghan who was smirking.
"I swear you get more out of shape by the day," he said, still smiling.
"It's your fault, all you bring me is fast food," Joshua retorted as he found the strength to continue. He heard Jeonghan snicker.
Finally setting his feet on the ground at the edge of his reinforced bed, Joshua stopped to catch his breath once more. Jeonghan walked over and offered his hands. It was the only way Joshua could stand anymore. He'd been able to stand on his own, with a lot of effort, for a while but in recent weeks that had not been the case. He took Jeonghan's hands and let out a deep breath.
"Ready?"
He nodded and rocked himself back a bit before leaning forward and letting Jeonghan pull. The small man pulled with all his might and Joshua slowly stood from the bed. Standing, his belly hung down to his knees and obscured his dimpled, folded thighs. He took a deep breath, feeling the weight of himself in his legs and his back.
"Okay," he said to himself, trying to hype himself up. He leaned to the side and took a waddling step forward. That was all he could do now. His legs had become so thick that they wouldn't allow him to walk normally. Additionally, his heavy belly made it hard for him to move his legs much. He continued like that, taking labored steps and small breaks to catch his breath in between. Jeonghan kept a steadying hand on him just in case.
By the time he got to the shower, he was drenched in sweat. Jeonghan helped him in and down onto the shower stool. He turned on the warm water and used a wash cloth to get in between every fold and roll on his massive partner's body. Joshua always liked that there was a caring and compassionate person under all of the teasing. When he finished, he toweled Joshua down and helped him stand again.
The walk back to the bed was even more difficult and Jeonghan helped as much as he could. He was beginning to break a sweat again by the time they were halfway to the bed. Jeonghan teased him about it and Joshua laughed.
"You -huff- owe me a -huff- good snack after -huff- that." Joshua said as they neared the bed. They'd both been a bit worried about it as of late. It had a weight limit of 800 pounds but they both figured that it could hold more and they just said 800 for liability reasons. They were looking at new ones currently.
"I know, I know. Let's get you back into bed first," Jeonghan said as he helped Joshua turn around so that he could sit down properly. Exhaustion overcame him as he finally reached the bed. With triumph, he sat down without regard for his massive weight, plopping down unceremoniously.
There was a crack, and then a snap, and then a strange sound that could only be that of metal bending or breaking. Then Joshua felt the bed sink down slowly then with a jolt. His body swayed and jiggled with the movements as panic set in. He'd broken the bed. He looked up at Jeonghan who looked at him in awe mixed with some panic.
"Are you okay?" He asked as he knelt down to him.
"Yeah, just a little startled," Joshua said. "I can't believe that just happened."
"I know," Jeonghan said as he crouched down to assess the situation. "I guess we should have taken that weight limit a little more seriously."
Joshua giggled and then got serious. "What do we do?" He couldn't stand from the bed now that it was lower to the ground.
"Um, I mean," Jeonghan seemed to be lost for thought. "I guess we'll have to call the fire department. They'll be able to get you up and to the couch."
Joshua's cheeks reddened and his eyes met Jeonghan's. They both knew that it was the only option.
"Can I at least snack on something in the meantime?"
Jeonghan smiled and rolled his eyes. He brought him a snack and then dialed the fire department.
More fat Tae please. Maybe one where he is really big and lazy?
hello hello (ôㅈô)/” you know how much i like chubby tæ so it was a pleasure to write it. i made him kinda slobby and it might be messy but i hope you like it 🖤 (i tried to make him as big as i am comfortable with, please understand)
[CW / Slob behaviour]
th has been watching the news go on for what feels like an eternity. he made the bad decision of leaving the remote on the coffee table when he turned on a movie that finished too long ago.
he could get up and change the channel? yeah. but he actually can't.
adding a whole 2l of weight gain shake, two and half gallons of ice cream to his already ample frame is his favourite activity and, honestly? he's already thinking of dinner.
you see, th is a big guy. he does not just have a gut and some spare kilos rounding his edges. and as someone that weighs 136kg, he's what anyone would call a slob.
a big belly sitting and spilling down his lap and between his thick thighs, spread open to give it some room. his arms hug the last ice cream tub, too tired to even prevent it from spilling in his already stained t-shirt. at this point he just wears it to hold his moobs in like a crop top, or even a bra, now resting pliant on the shelf that is his overstuffed belly.
he scratches at his double chin, itchi from the ice cream spilled and licks his finger clean, hiccuping a burp.
his spoon finally makes it to the bottom of the ice cream and he discards it, throwing it not so carefully to the floor. he hums, contently rubbing at the sides of his belly and pressing on the few pockets of gas.
not that he drank soda in the past hours but he's just so gassy all the time. he pats his underbelly, caressing the flabby area and dipping his finger into his belly button, expecting a burp to come out but is a loud fart what comes out instead. he even feels it rumble on his seat.
it felt really good to let out, but is not enough to ease the discomfort for dinner so he rubs circles on the expanse of his belly, taking turns with each arm so he doesn't get tired. in the end, is the hand resting on top of his belly that finds the wet belch he was looking for and he leans back on the armchair, relieved to say the least.
the air is a bit heavy when sj comes back from work. th doesn't even hear him come in as he let out another resounding belch with his eyes closed in pure bliss.
"only you would eat ice cream as an appetizer," the older says.
th whines, belly gurgling under his touch. "if i could order something to eat, i wouldn't start from the dessert."
sj sits on the armrest, slapping his belly that barely wobbles at the motion but causes th to burp. "last time i let you order when i was still at work i found you being fed by the poor delivery guy."
th takes a fist to his chest and belches deeply, that felt so good to let out. "i wouldn't let him do it if he wasn't yøongi hyung. he knows our code."
"he knows it for emergencies!"
"it was an emergency, i couldn't get up."
sj stands right in front of him and brushes th's chin gently, daring. "can't even get up for the food you ordered yourself?"
"i'm sorry hyung, i was too full.." past full like he is right know, sj would dare to say. he's got other plans, though.
"if you can stand up by yourself and sit on the couch, i'll feed you."
"pasta with lots of tomato sauce sprinkled with weight gain powder and a 2l bottle of cola?" he asks with puppy eyes, and sj nods. it makes him so fond how under all this fat he's still the bright soul he knows.
th makes an attempt, arms quivering and belly annoyingly hard to even let him bend forward. he tries again, grunting and rocking himself back and forth to regain some strength, and then…
"damn it, tæhyung. that's gross," sj complains at the strong smell coming from the younger's agonizingly long fart he just ripped.
"you said, huff ." th stops to fan his nose. "you said i had to stand u-UuuURp, and i needed a little impulse."
"little ? the neighbors could sue us for that."
th stumbles a little as he balances himself and waddles to the couch, letting himself fall onto it and he shuts a loud cracking sound with another burst of air. "come on," he demands, patting the side of his belly. "it's dinner time."
it's true that when yg had to use the code the first time, he was too shocked to refuse th's wish. but the second time, he has to take a double take at th weighed down on his couch with a complete mess of wraps and empty dishes around him. this was planned.
th tugs the tshirt down, or attempts to as it keeps riding up with less difficulty than it was to stay down covering his belly. not that it covered much, it barely reaches his belly button now, and th flusters with every failed attempt and by the few burps that came out from the effort. "sorry hyung, i lost track of time and couldn't get up,," he says, eyelashes fluttering innocently.
yg gulps at the view in front of him, and the few dirty plates on the coffee table that surely added a kilo or two to th's already bloated body. th is unquestionably bigger than the last and only time he had to make himself in the apartment, and it makes something warm crowl down yg's crotch.
"you ate while waiting on purpose?" yg tries to sound concerned but he's a bit distracted by the way th kneads his belly, as if he forgot that he's not alone.
th nods with a naughty look, massaging at the crest of his gut and belches onto his fist. each one longer and sounding more guttural than the former. the repeated motion making his flabby underbelly wobble. "the food just tastes better when you have to make some room to fit more." he groans trying to find the last one, and has to tap at his chest to find a looong wet belch that has him moaning in relief. "okay, i'm ready."
"w-which dish do you want first?" yg asks, squishing himself onto the couch next to the fatter male.
"the double –uRp chicken burgers, please," th says between moans. "did you load them with lots of cheese?" he asks eventually.
yg nods nervously, knowing from past experiences how dairy makes th gassy and bloated; like he seems to be now. he tries to block his thoughts, he shouldn't like how th is a pure unmannered and greddy hog. but it made its way to his brain anyway, like th's belly through the holes of his tshirt, loading his mind with pictures and fantasies of watching him burst out of his tight fit. he wonders how further th can make his belly bulge out. "this is why you ordered by the end of my shift? so i could feed you?"
th takes half of the burger in his mouth, the cheese dripping a bit onto yg's hand and nods, unable to talk right now.
"how naughty." th whimpers and eats faster, messier, completely lost in the task of growing fatter and fatter that this is his new routine; sleep, be fed and repeat. it awakens something in yg when th sucks the sauce from the older's fingers and farts soon after, the dairy already making its magic inside of him. "want more, pig? how much do you want it?"
th sees the shift in yg's eyes and completely loses his self control. "more, need –uuUrP to get fatter. i want more."
yg takes the two xl buckets of fried chicken out of the greasy paper bags and th opens his mouth out of habit before yg can get the first piece to his lips. "seøkjin must be so proud of you."
"he –huff watching, he–" th stops through a bassy fart. "he's watching us from work." yg sees him attempt to raise his arm from his balloned belly and now notices the laptop next to all the empty containers and glasses from before he came. "he didn't want to –Urp miss this."
they are half way on the first bucket but yg stops for a moment, thinking deeply. "then we should give him a proper show, shouldn't we?" he suggests. "can i touch you, tæhyung-ah?"
the younger nods, demanding for his mouth to be filled again and he's gonna regret that cause yg takes out the bones of two chicken pieces and shoves them inside his mouth at the same time. he whimpers a bit, but chews with urgency even when his belly gets harder and rounder, now his shirt cracking through the seams.
yg places an unsure hand over his dome belly and it sends electricity all over his body. he gets lost on the expanse of fat, stretched and hard skin and starts rubbing it once the first bucket is empty. th burps through his mouthful and when yg presses on his stomach the gas just makes its way out, making the couch rumble under both of them. "more food,, hungry." he punctuates with a belch that yg can almost taste.
they make it through this bucket in record time and th is in the verge of a food coma when yg tries to push the ice cream tub past his lips. "come one, pig. you are not done yet."
th groans, rubbing the sides of his belly and yg takes advantage of it, feeding th the desert successfully. he knows th is very much full but also knows that's not a problem with him as he watches how we presses on his pockets of gas and makes some room for his favorite ice cream.
he gets some on his double chin and his tshirt, but the later doesn't matter anymore now that the seams finally ripped completely. now leaving his perky moobs on full display resting on top of his hard gut.
yg almost has mercy for him when the 2l cola enters the final round of their little game. if th was gassy before, now he could be a proper cloud of co2. breathing getting harder every passing second with his belly being pushed forward, trying to keep up with the amount of calories consumed. he finishes with a loud belch and just pants while yg rubs his distended belly and pokes it from time to time just to release the gas building up.
sj is soon to be back from work and th can't fight the food coma anymore, so yg stays with his during the aftercare and whispers a promise to his ear. "don't hesitate to order more from me anytime, i will make time to feed you full."
(BTS feederism fic I’ve once wrote about Jungkook and Taehyung. Was to sad for me to just delete it :( maybe still someone likes it? Sorry for all the mistakes there are, especially for the bad use of words. Maybe I will delete it again who knows 🫣)
Gamer boyfriend
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Jungkook is really really nerdy. Nerdy in a way that he collects Pokémon cards, watches the whole day Anime or plays the whole day video games. Even if he is nerdy from the inside, is he really handsome from the outside.
Since Highschool he has a boyfriend named Kim Taehyung, he was always the popular and hot boy for which all girls would fall. But Taehyung wanted only Jungkook, because he saw in the boy the connection between both.
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Like everyday Jungkook played his video games, he didn’t mind sitting in front of the desktop for hours since he is working in the Branche and is used to it.
Taehyung was at work when Jungkook felt an immense hunger, damn it. He thought. He was really really hungry.
The boy got up and went to the kitchen to make himself a meal. He searched for something filling and fast. That’s why he just puts a pizza and some nuggets into the oven.
While he was waiting he scrolled through his phone and munched on some M&Ms which were on the table.
The boy was really focused that he almost forgot his food. He took it out and plated it, so he could take it into his gaming room. On his way he also grabbed a bottle of coke, just in case he would get thirsty.
While he was playing he started to eat.
After a while he noticed that his plate was already empty. Jungkook sighed at the view. He was still really really hungry. That’s why he decided to just order something. He ordered some chili cheese fries, two burgers and a dozen of donuts. While he waited he continued playing his game.
He was really excited when his food arrived and he started immediately to dig in. The food was really delicious for him. He concentrated himself again on his game. After a while he noticed how uncomfortable he got. Jungkook widened his eyes. He really ate everything. All the fries, burgers and donuts. Next to it his bottle of coke was empty.
No wonders he was so uncomfortable because he was stuffed. He only noticed now how much his tummy hurts. He slowly starts rubbing over it and letting a sigh out. Jungkook was never a really thin but also not a really chubby boy. He was something in between. But right now his tummy just looked huge since it pressed against his shirt.
Jungkook got slowly up and went to their bedroom, cuddling into the bed, still rubbing his poor little tummy.
He got really tired and dozed off.
He only woke up when Taehyung was in front of him.
Jungkook rubbed tiredly over his eyes. Taehyung smirked because of the view his boyfriend gave him. Jungkook‘s shirt was still ridden up and exposed his taut belly. "Eating without me huh?", Taehyung said chuckling. Jungkook blushed slightly. "I-I- can explain it!", he said.
Taehyung just giggled. "You don’t have to. It seems like to had a feast here huh?", he teased and threw all the containers and wrappers away.
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Some months passed and Jungkook always overdid it with his meals. He was just to focused on his games that he always forgot that he was eating until the stuffed feeling arrived. Taehyung didn’t mind at all, since he could rub his boyfriend’s belly afterwards. He noticed how much his boyfriends body changed. His thighs got chubbier and always rubbed together while walking. His tummy got even softer and rested now on his soft thighs. Sometimes it even peeked out of his shirts. His back formed beautiful rolls with which Taehyung loved to play when they both cuddled. And Jungkooks arms seemed like they doubled in size.
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Jungkook was playing again with his Discord friends. They were on a voice call. Taehyung sat next to his boyfriend and fed him a meal. Or more said a huge meal. Taehyung fed him bite for bite, rubbing softly over the yet soft belly to make him more room. Jungkook started to get really really full. His breath sharpened since due the fullness it was hard to breath.
Taehyung squeezed into his belly, chuckling of how taut it got. Jungkook whined a little bit, making sure it was not to loud or else his friends would hear that.
He was already full but Taehyung counties shoving food into his mouth, Jungkooks breath got even more and more labored. "Jungkook everything fine with you? Are you in pain or why is your breath like that?", his friend asked worried.
Jungkook got worried. "N-n-no no!!! I’m fine!! Don’t worry about me.. I’m just a little bit worried about the game..", he said nervously. "Okay guys I guess I have to go offline.. bye bye!", he said and immediately hung up the call, looking pouting at Taehyung.
The only thing Taehyung could do is smirking. "Look at this cute stuffed bunny~", he said teasingly and kissed his belly. "That’s not fair Taehyung! Because of you I lost..", he said sadly. Taehyung pouted now too. "I’m sorry Gukie.. I love you.. and stuffing you every time is so tempting.. you’re really beautiful..", he said smiling.
Jungkook looked to his boyfriend, now he had to smile too.
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The months passed again and the couple enjoyed doing their gaming stuffings, where Taehyung could just stuff Jungkook silly.
Now Jungkook wasn’t considered in the normal weight anymore. He was obese. Really obese. He almost marked the 450 pound line. And Jungkook was extremely proud about it. His belly started to push against the table, since it covered almost all the lap space he had. That’s why they had to get Jungkook a costume made table which was more shaped like a "U" so Jungkook fit in. His hips and love handles pressed always every time against the arm rests of the chair. Once he even went stuck in them. Since that day they removed them, so they wouldn’t need to buy a new chair. His chest got all soft and his moobs just rested on his huge belly.
Since he outgrew really fast his clothes he just walked around the house with boxer shorts. But Jungkook didn’t walked anymore that much, since it got to hard and he was to lazy to move.
The band of his boxers digs really deep into his soft flesh.
Jungkook played his games like always. With one hand he rubbed over his belly. His arms were even almost to short to reach the end of his gut.
Taehyung came inside for their daily stuffing.
As Taehyung continued feeding his boyfriend, both of them heard some cracks. They didn’t understand where it came from. And in one to the other moment Jungkook laid on the floor. The poor chair gave up on Jungkooks weight. He was shocked. But he kinda liked it. He looked up to Taehyung, who smirked dirty to him.
"Oh bunny.. got to fat for your chair hm? We should buy a new one right? Or should we place you right away on the bed so you don’t even have to go out of the bed to play your games huh?"
fat jimin prompt- holiday edition lol. initially it was just like half a paragraph of random notes but i tried to stretch it out a bit lmao
the boys are having their annual family holiday dinner. before they even begin to eat it’s clear that jimin can barely fit into his chair, let alone his clothes. he’s quite literally bursting out of his shirt, the thin fabric creasing into each crevice of his plump love handles, seams creaking with every jiggle of his capacious belly and buttons looking about ready to pop. the thing barely stretches over his gut, revealing a thick strip of jiggly tummy, slipping up higher each time he takes a step that has his body quivering like jelly. not to mention the way the waistband of his pants is sinking deeply into his rotund stomach, cutting it painfully in half.
unsurprisingly, after two hours of nonstop, piggish gluttony, the button on jimin’s custom fit pants pops off as he lets out a resounding belch. luckily, kook has a safety pin at hand. it seems they had all known that this would happen, and they playfully tease and coo as jimin struggles to squash his enormous gut back inside his pants, jostling it between his blubbery thighs as he grunts and tugs to no avail. he’s too big, too fat and bloated full of food to bring the sides of his pants even remotely close together. he can’t even see over his swollen boobs and burgeoning stomach to fix the button, can hardly even reach around it. his gut is so distended that it juts out like a shelf from under his plush chest, rounding out so far that it sinks between his knees, a wobbling dome of pure fat. he groans and burps, struggling to fit back into his clothes after destroying them through his greed fuelled feast.
i love ur rapid wg stories its so hard to find ppl who do those
is there a short rapid wg i might do for jm?
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Jimin sat alone in his room, half terrified and half giddy. Today was the day. The day that the good old family curse kicked in.
His twenty first birthday.
You see, the Park family generations ago, practically the start of the line were cursed by a scorned lover to gain an increasing amount of weight per generation. Meaning what was 2 pounds that first generation was 512 pounds his parent’s generation. And it was only the men.
This generation was worse though. You see, his dad and uncles, although huge, could still walk around, if barely. His older cousins though? They gained 1,024 pounds. All of his older male cousins were effectively immobile at this point and they just kept growing fatter.
Jimin should be scared. He should be shaking in fear and whimpering in sadness from the inevitable loss of his lean, athletic body. The one he worked so hard for…
Except, he didn’t care at all about all that crap.
He just wanted to be huge.
Jimin was a closeted feedee. Ever since he was little, stuffing pillows in his shirts and doodling fat boys, he’s wanted to be fat. Bigger than fat, bigger than obese. His ultimate dream in life was to blow up so huge he was near unrecognizable. To be immobile like his cousins.
Luckily, the family curse was waiting for him, unluckily, he had to wait until his twenty first birthday…
But! Time didn’t matter anymore, because today was the day. It was 11:58PM and in two minutes, Jimin would start expanding.
He had everything planned out. He saved up a ton of money to buy the house he was currently living in and will be, like his cousins, put on disability for the rest of his life. He’d been chatting online with a feeder online who went by the username GLOSS, and they have plans for GLOSS to move in and take care of Jimin full time.
But that was all for future Jimin to worry about. Right now, he wanted fo focus on himself. To relish in the explosion of fat that he was about to experience.
11:59 and 50 seconds his phone read.
He was seated on his mattress, pulled off of the frame since he would likely break it. This was were he will spend the rest of his life, growing and eating and probably having really hot sex with GLOSS.
11:59 and 58 seconds…
Jimin closed his eyes and held his breath. Here it came!
As the clock struck midnight, and Jimin officially turned twenty one, he felt a soft warmth grow from his middle, outwards. It slowly grew hotter and hotter as the sensation flooded his body, from limb to limb. Jimin broke out into a sweat, overheated body attempting to cool down.
“Nngh…” Jimin moaned as the heat found his dick. Shamelessly, because no one but him was here, Jimin grabbed himself and began slowly stroking.
Suddenly, he felt like he was taking too deep of a breath, like he breathed a bunch of air into his belly and wasn’t breathing out. Except, he was taking quick shallow breaths currently. Whatever was happening to him wasn’t of his own cause.
Opening his eyes, Jimin looked down at his middle section, anxious to see-
There! There it was! A small pooch of fat was slowly expanding on his once prominent abs. His skin, once tight against muscle was now soft to the touch and smooth. It was starting.
Managing to rip his hand away from his dick, Jimin felt up his softening body. He had grown quite plush and malleable. Squeezing and pinching at his now flabby arms and thickening thighs, Jimin almost forgot about his belly, only remembering once it plopped softly onto his widening lap.
Shit, it was touching his dick. Jimin moaned loudly as the soft underbelly encompassed his cock with it’s fat. It only grew wider and heavier as he expanded. His rear lifting him slightly off the mattress as he became unmistakably bottom heavy.
His rings grew tight as his fingers and toes filled up with fat. Hurriedly he took them off and tossed them onto the bedside table. He’ll consider widening them later in life. He felt his chin double and then triple. Oh god, it was speeding up.
His now double belly, rolls forming where a natural crease used to be, grew past his thighs and onto his knees, huge ass going from basket ball sized to yoga ball. His thighs spread out, pushing his legs apart from their sheer size.
Although he couldn’t see it happen, Jimin knew that his chins had fused into one large ring of fat around his neck. His sausage fingers pushed themselves apart and his ankles and knees developed rolls.
He couldn’t see past his gut, but he knew that his fat pad had by now fully engulfed his shrinking cock. He’s never be able to get off by himself again. For some reason he only grew harder from his newfound uselessness.
He’d need help for everything now, because honestly he wasn’t sure he could even get up by himself anymore. He tried lifting one heavy leg, but his ever growing belly pushed into it too heavily to lift. And even if he could stand, would these useless excuses for legs even let him walk? He’s practaiclly having to do the spilts right now with how large theyve grown.
Jimin started panting at the effort it took to remain sitting upright, his saggy boy breasts hung uncomfortably low on his chest and pulled his skin downwards. He needed to lay down.
Shifting his massive ass to allow himself to recline, Jimin carefully propped himself up on a pile of pillows he prepared for this occasion. Ahhh, that was better. His tits sloughed off to his sides, having fused with his back rolls. They drooped, sweat dripping from his shot glass nipples.
As if he body knew his growth was about to come to an end, his belly gave one final rumble and his body gushed with fresh fat to every part of himself. He just expanded from every angle.
God he was so fucking fat. Jimin tried his hardest to explore his body but his arms stuck out to the side too much to move very far. Shit. That might be an issue.
Luckily, Jimin very loosely tied his phone around his wrist like a Wii remote before midnight, so he still had access to his feedee account and messages with GLOSS. His front door was unlocked so all he had to do now was message the feeder.
Minnie Muffin: 12:15AM Heeeeeeey… I wanna see you, you up for a sleepover? ;)
Jungkook reads in a health nut news magazine that high fat foods are good for you and helps control cholesterol. JK, who eats a ton of red meat and eggs because he’s a gym nut, latches onto the idea.
Soon he’s adding multiple avocados to his everyday diet. Some in smoothies, some in breakfast bowls, some as guacamole in burritos, etc. An extra 300 calories per large fruit, with him packing down 2-3 of the things a day.
He also heard that adding a tablespoon of olive oil a day is healthy, another 120 calories.
He snacks on an ounce of macadamia nuts between work outs, adding another 200 calories to his daily intake.
One cup of Greek yogurt in his morning shake, and a cup of the frozen variety for desert in the evening rack up an extra 440 calories.
Of course he had to have his healthy cheat foods, such as creamy cheeses and dark chocolate. An ounce of aged parmesan here (110 calories) a bar of sugar free, 70% dark chocolate there (170 calories).
Over all, he added a near additional 1,800 calories to his everyday diet, which already consisted of 3,500 calories per day on average.
The cherry on top? The same magazine that told him to consume more fat, also recommended less cardio as it puts more pressure on one’s joints in the long term.
Slowly, but steadily, his new routine catches up to him as he changes in size. His washboard abs melting into delicious subcutaneous fat, his once perky rear bloating into a wobbly, soft bubble butt.
His perfect pecks joined the rest of him in their expansion, becoming inflated pouches of fat. Nipples peeking up and poking through every shirt he owns.
His college classmates and hyungs Namjoon and Hoseok watched in confusion as their once fit friend changes into a new man over the course of the semester.
Even his football coach notices, changing his role to being a lineman, a position that requires less running around.
Jungkook, oblivious to his weight gain, and delighted by his new “healthy” lifestyle choices, starts recommending his diet to others. Including his fellow health nut classmates Namjoon and Hoseok.
Namjoon initially questions the diet’s choices, but after reviewing the science explanation in the magazine gave in and was hooked. Hoseok on the other hand has always been open to fad diets and techniques, drifting between things like keto, vegan and celiac for years prior. He didn’t even need to read the magazine to start adding avocados and Greek yogurt to his shopping list.
Even after all of that, all of the extra fats, the additional calories, his snowballing weight needed more. And well, since he’s been eating so well recently, why not have a true cheat day? Or two… or three…
Soon enough, every other day becomes a cheat day. Even inviting his now chubby Hyungs over for pizza and ice cream and fried chicken…
A full school year has gone by at this point, and there are now three permanent dips in Jungkook’s couch seats. You see, it was cheaper for Jungkook to cater to his new, more expensive diet when he had roommates…
Those roommates being the newly inflated Hoseok and Namjoon.
Both boys were squarely in the chubby category, plump and out of shape. Jungkook at this point however was bordering on being solidly fat.
The three of them spend a lot of their time on the couch binge watching old TV shows and movies, chowing down on both healthy and unhealthy fatty foods. Adding more and more calories to their daily intake as their self-control lessened by the day.
Their waistlines grew wider and their shirt tags became XXXL’s. The dips in the couch grew wider and squeakier until one day under their combined weight of 1,120 pounds the three seater gave up the ghost and collapsed.
A jostled Namjoon blinks as he looks down at his now 350 pound body, gently lifting and dropping his no longer new beer belly. Watching the mass wobble, he realized just how far gone he was. Just how heavy he’d grown, how uncomfortably large his gut was.
Shrugging, he grabbed another handful of fries. He was already so big, a little more wouldn’t hurt…
The arguably healthiest minded of the three, Hoseok also took a moment to look over his own flabby belly and wide thighs before blushing heavily and attempting to stand. Unfortunately from the current lowered state of the couch, he had quite of bit of trouble, attempting and failing to stand upright only made his heavy body bounce and jiggle. He blushed harder, panting and wiggling. What had they done?!
Jungkook didn’t even notice the couch breaking, too busy stuffing his fat face full of fried chicken, a leg in each hand as he barely took time to swallow before moving on to his next bite. He wouldn’t realize what happened until he cleared his bucket, licking the grease off his pudgy fingertips and noticing his lowered point of view.
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“You know, that’s an awful large amount of stretch marks you’ve got collected there.” Seokjin pointed out, staring at the section of belly hanging out over Namjoon’s haggard sweatpants. “I could put in a prescription for some anti-scarring cream?”
Maybe if Seokjin pointed out something that Namjoon didn’t like about his uncontrolled gain, he’d show SOME regret, dammit.
“Nah. I think I’ll keep ‘em.” Namjoon took a couple tries to rock himself onto his feet, exposed lower belly swinging back and forth from the movement. “They’re proof of how much I’ve chowed down over time. The red ones are recent, you see?” He pointed to a series of angry looking, jagged marks that adorned the area below his gaping belly button, slightly hidden by the amount of body hair covering him.
All lined up in a neat little row.
Hot.
In which a closeted Seokjin gives Namjoon his check up and discovers some things about the both of them...
What about one of the members discovers that they’re finally fat enough to be able to f*ck their own belly fat? So they straddle their belly on their bed and go to town, gripping their side rolls for leverage…
anon this is *dances in circles* good very very good
i hope you enjoy and i hope everyone enjoys
i call this *🥁🥁🥁* made you look
jk dropped down on the bed, metal bed frame creaking under his weight. he had just finished streaming a mukbang for his channel and for once he was comfortably stuffed and not his usual stuffed to the brim and wishing he had someone to give him belly rubs.
thickened pudgy hands reached for the waistband of his still oversized sweats (he had gotten them a month ago and was already working his way to attempting to outgrow them), pulling them underneath his full rounded out belly. rubbing his hands in circles. jk found comfort in just having his hands on his belly any time he could.
jk absentmindedly rubbed his belly, thinking about a comment he had received a few weeks back during a live stream:
honeybunny92: can’t wait for you to get so fat you can’t even reach your hands to jack off
the thought sent shivers down jk’s spine at the time and he almost came untouched. he had been making sure to keep a mental note of the milestones he achieved at different weights; such as the first time he popped a button that was at 200 or the first time he ripped a pair of pants that was 240 or when he broke his kitchen chair that was 300 or when he finally had to give up taking the stairs to his apartment at 350.
he had just weighed in at 430 a few weeks ago and he’s sure he’s probably packed on a few more pounds since then.
he’s definitely sure especially with the way he struggled during last weeks livestream when he tried to jack off after stuffing himself with a three tier triple chocolate cake:
jk struggled as he placed the rest of the cake, the bottom tier on his desk in front of his camera.the usually flabby shape of his belly stretched tight, jk had to rest his heavy arms on the desk. allowing himself some space to let his belly to sag in between his heavy thighs. he finished the cake in a few bites before grabbing a wet wipe to clean his hands. he struggled to comfortably wrap his hands around his shaft, barely able to get a good few pumps in .
but as he thought about it now in his content blissful daze, one thing he did remember was how he could feel the friction of his cock brushing against his lower belly. even the thought now was enough to make jk want to test a theory he’d had floating in his mind since the livestream.
jk rocked back and forth, heaving himself onto all fours. he crawled on the mattress, the movement sending ripples all over his gelatinous frame. he panted, using the last bit of energy he had to grab a pillow from the head of his king sized bed. jk snatched the pillow down, bringing it to his side as he dropped down once more.
he felt his blubber settle as he caught his breath. jk glanced over at his nightstand, looking at the picture in the purple frame.
jk remember that day like it was yesterday. sj and th had gotten everyone together (finally) and they took a trip to jeju island. they had just gotten done playing a very intense and goofy game of badminton when th deemed it the perfect time to take a group picture after everyone looked gross and covered in sand. th propped up his phone up on a rock, setting a timer as everyone crowded together making sure they were in the frame.
th wrapped a arm around sj placing a kiss on his cheek and holding it there as sj turned bright red. yg sat in the sand with his legs crossed, bucket hat covering majority of his face but a faint smile was seen under the shadow of his brim as he leaned against nj who stood back against a rock, arms crossed, shades on and dimples making an appearance as he smiled. hs and jm put their arms together to form a heart and jk stood front and center squatted and doing a hercules pose.
th had gifted everyone a copy of the picture in different colored frames with jk receiving the purple one. he placed it safely on his nightstand by his lamp and game controller.
the picture was only taken maybe about 2 1/2 years ago? maybe 3? and over that time jk had went from a avid fitness enthusiast that was 175lbs of pure muscle to almost 450lb bloated fatass.
and he enjoyed every minute of gorging himself to get there.
with a grunt that turned into a high pitched whine, he pulled himself up once more. fighting to kick his sweats as low as they would go on his legs, shuffling his wide hips as he tucked the pillow in between his legs for friction. making sure he placed (what wasn't completely swallowed by his growing fat pad) his cock upwards towards his lower belly just like he did the first time. only difference was that it was intentional.
jk brought his arms together, crossing them as he rested his upper body weight on his arms. he could feel the way his plump chest was pressing back up into his second chin, almost completely absorbing jk's neck. with his legs spread as comfortably as he could, he slowly rocked his hips back and forth. starting to feel some sort of friction. but it just wasn't enough. jk rocked harder and harder, starting to feel the effects of his mukbang . his belly loudly gurgled as he jostled himself around.
jk dropped his arms down to his sides, grabbing a hold of the rolls that gathered at his waistline. moaning with every movement, every nerve in between his legs feeling like a livewire to his nervous system. he widened his stance further massive, dimpled tree trunk thighs jiggled violently. he rocked his hips back and forth, exposing his balls to the cool air of his bedroom causing them to tighten. his grip on his plush love handles tightened as his pace quickened. jk knew the tattoos probably looked like a blur, with the way his sleeve had warped as he ballooned and he could feel even friction on his arms from his own fat quivering.
jk was face down, turned towards his nightstand. his back fat crashed in waves towards the nape of his neck. knocking the air out of him as if he actually had someone thrusting into him.
he looked at the picture, feeling a sense of pride knowing he was able to gain weight so quickly. he loved the way his proportions blew up with lard. the way fat quickly swallowed any trace of muscle he once had. shoulders and arms thickening up. his chest had gotta so big that even the rolls that extended around to his back were starting to get so big that his arms weren’t able to rest straight anymore, sitting out at a angle. the hint of the slim waist he had was gone, turning into a huge roll that had a firm shape on his upper half but his lower half sagged towards his knees. his hips fattened, threatening to get him stuck in the doorway of his bathroom a few times over the past month. jk's pillowy thighs grew wide almost three times they were in the picture. although his thighs were huge then, well they still were it was just a different type of mass. his gigantic ass was the second biggest thing on his body, sitting behind him like a wobbly shelf. even his ankles and feet managed to swell up, the joints of his ankles swelled and disappeared. jk's toes fattened and rubbed against each other, dimples appearing under his toes (mimicking the ones on his knuckles), preventing him from wearing regular shoes.
every part of jk that could be fattened up was fattened up.
he was proud of his size. every once in a while he’d get a comment on his streams asking him if he had a goal.
he originally had 300 as his first goal, but then he felt too small.
so then 350 was the next goal and jk didn’t really pay attention to the scale after that not until he hit 400.
jk pondered stopping at 450 and just maintaining but he was already so close to that why not just aim for 500 and see how cumbersome he felt then..
jk hadn’t seen his hyungs in person in a long time. at least a year and a half ago, when hs & jm planned a dinner party at their shared apartment. jk was only half the size he was now and even then he drew concerned glances from his elders about his growing waistline. genuinely wanting to make sure that he was doing okay since he blew up so fast but he assured them that everything was okay and he was just a little bit more hungry than usual.
he could only imagine what they’d think if they saw him now ; flabby body wobbling as he chased his orgasm. thighs burning with effort. jk knows his whole face is bright red, eyebrows tightened together almost in an expression of mock anger. moans high pitched and whiny as he comes against his lower belly, shamelessly letting out a moan at the top of his lungs.
jk relaxed taking a second to catch his breath as he waited for the sound of blood rushing in his ears to silence itself to a dull whisper.
he feels damp, he knows he’s been sweating … a lot. something that just seemed to be a effect of being his size. jk gathered himself, grabbing a hold of his belly as he rocked him onto his back. the air breezing over his skin made him feel clammy. he really needed to get up to get into the shower.
but then that’s when he hears it:
ping! ping! pingpingping! ping!
almost like the sound of coins…
no… no that can’t be..
jk struggles to get himself up as quick as possible, tiring himself out quicker than it took him to calm down. there was no way jk forgot to end the stream.
he drags the sweats up his wide hips careful not to trip as he furiously waddles his way to his desktop and low and behold there’s the blinking red dot in the top left corner of the screen letting him know that he’s still streaming.
before he can think about it twice he grabs the mouse, quickly ending the stream. closing all of his tabs.
jk places a hand on his chest, panting without even realizing it. he didn’t even bother to check comments, tips or anything. he couldn’t believe he didn’t end it. he ran his hands to his hair, clenching his meaty hands into fists around his dark locks. fighting the urge to yank out anything to get his mind off of this embarrassing situation.
he was speechless. this could’ve been something he could’ve planned out way more. this could’ve been his 500lb milestone video.
500lb milestone video? when did he decide his next goal….
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
I was starving.
One more could not hurt.
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.
This is bad.
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.
