A lot of this kink for me is about making someone feel comfortable and sated. I want you to relax while I make you food, I want you to enjoy everything you eat and not hold back, I want you to feel warm and appreciated by me. Watching someone else eat lots is so cute to me. Itâs just like I want to take care of someone. I want someone to get round off of me doting over them and making sure their belly is always filled, maybe even overfilled at points. I just love the idea of making someone feel so comfortable with eating that they just eat to their heartâs content all the time and always indulge themselves, and get chubbier and softer as a result. If youâre not struggling and heaving to get up after weâve eaten together, Iâm not loving you hard enough. And then, after stuffing themselves to the brim, I want them to rest and sleep off their food coma somewhere warm and cozy.
thanksgiving thoughts: button-up flannel shirts are perfectly seasonal, ESPECIALLY when theyâre just a bit too tight. Not only do they cinch the fat of your tummy into rolls, but they challenge you to eat more until the buttons pop :) :) :) Â
heyy! sorry if this is a really weird question lmao. I was wondering what ur view on slice of life aspects in smut was (ex. couple being cute & getting ready for work or smthn post smut). is it cute or is it jarring? thanks âșïž also ily & ur blog đ
ily more anon. Hope youâre having a good (and safe) evening. Ty for stopping by!Â
ABSOLUTELY not a weird question.Â
Slice of life in smut is absolutely phenomenal.Â
Ofc, one-shot smut is a beautiful form of writing. But sometimes, Iâm in the mood to read/write a piece that has a lot more emotional depth. It always makes me happy when I see love go deeper than just fucking. It feels a little more home-y, and you can really work it to flesh out the personality of the characters--for me, I feel like it flexes me out of my comfort zone as a writer. Iâm more compelled to read a long af piece if it develops the romance side of stuff too. This is mostly why I take forever to get a piece off the presses, I want to write one really long, really good piece for y'allÂ
hewwo jus sharing some markhyuck dumps if youâd like i guessâŠ
note: this was a submission from @jjsuhs (who unfortunately deactivated/deleted before I got to this!! Iâm so v v sorry darling, I hope youâre out there somewhere ând you come back to join us!). I havenât been as active lately so I didnât get the chance to post it, but itâs been here for a while and itâs absolutely amazing! all props to @jjsuhs (wherever you may be. hope you see this)!!! ENJOY!
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Mark was dragged into the small hole-in-the-wall restaurant before he could disagree with Donghyuck.
âCome on theyâre having a beat the record holderâs bowls of ramen in 2 hours deal! Donât you wanna eat for free?â Donghyuck pointed out. He was right though and it was appealing. They were both broke college students who barely had savings in their bank accounts, let alone enough money to actually eat 3 full meals during the week. Mark was quickly ushered into a seat inside the booth and Donghyuck slid into the opposite side.
âWhat happens if we canât beat it?â Mark asked, because beating 6 bowls was no joke. Sure, he was hungry, but could he do it fast enough.
âDonât worry about it. Iâm sure we can. Easy.â
That was an hour ago.
Mark was on his fourth bowl of ramen, his second Tonkotsu soup. His stomach felt full after the first two bowls he had and the serving sizes were no joke. He took a deep breath and slurped the noodles quickly with the broth, wanting to get this over with as fast as possible. Though, it proved to be difficult when a burp cut him short and surely, his pants were starting to fit too tightly around his waist.
âMark Leeâ hic!â donât give up yetâŠâ Donghyuck urged him from across, he was just finishing his fourth bowl as well, the bright orange sauce from his Tantanmen staining the corners of his lips. He downed the bottle of coke to his right and let out a huge belch while patting his stomach. It mounded out hugely in front of his small frame, and the fitted shirt he wore did nothing to conceal the damage. His tanned skin was showing and just a little more, his belly button would probably pop. Thank god he was wearing sweatpants.
The combination of spicy soup and carbonated drinks had only made the poor boy swell larger and gassier. But he couldnât let that stop him.
Mark swallowed and watched his best friend continue to gorge himself on his next bowl. Renewed with vigor, Mark took the bowl into his hands and almost instantly finished it and fell back his seat with a grunt.
âUrghâŠâ He belched into his fist and whined at the feeling of the noodles and soup setting into his stomach. It was stretching out even more, as if he just ate two bowls at a time due to the speed he was going. He knew he couldnât stop now, as he tried to match Donghyuckâs speed.
Mark pulled the fifth bowl of ramen, this time, shoyu, closer to him. He really felt so sluggish and blown up from all the food he already had and the water heâd been drinking didnât help either.
âAlmost thereâŠâ Donghyuck encourages them both, halfway through his fifth so quickly. Mark didnât know how he was doing it but definitely there was a pay off. Donghyuck hiccuped again and rubbed his belly before shoving in a new batch of noodles and egg into his mouth. He had to convince himself to ignore the heavy lethargic feeling that was overtaking him because god, they were already so close to their goal. Mark sighed and dug in as well.
Ten minutes left in the clock and Donghyuck was now on his eighth and final bowl.
âFuck, canât go anymoreâŠâ Donghyuck mumbled and clutched his belly. It was surprisingly pressing up against the table, but Mark wasnât surprised after all the bottles of coke and side dishes that Donghyuck also demolished. The younger boy groans and tries to ease the pain by rubbing and forcing himself to hiccup. At least the store was quiet, and it was just the two of them left. They could be as shameless as they wanted.
Mark slammed down his ninth bowl and reached out for the next one. He had no idea how he got this far.
His pants were long unbuttoned and his huge gut was outlined on his oversized shirt. He wasnât entirely sure of the damage done but he could feel himself getting drowsier.
âAre you insane,â Donghyuck hissed when he saw Mark poise to chug the last bowl in front of him. Mark paid no attention before he took a deep breath and started swallowing everything down.
It felt like forever before he set the bowl down with a large burp and groan from his poor belly. Mark leaned back and saw his gut push out further, raising the formerly loose shirt and revealing a sliver or stretched taut skin.
âHyuck, Iâ buuuuurp⊠Ugh⊠oh my godâŠâ His sentence was overtaken by non-stop belches and contrary to that, his stomach looked like it was only ballooning further. âT-Thought thatâs supposed to help⊠get rid of theâhic!âfuckâŠâ He moaned painfully and felt his insides stretching to accommodate everything.
âHeh⊠what did I say⊠I knew we couldâurp!â do itâŠâ Donghyuck replied, nursing his own food baby. The two were riddled with gurgling bellies and lethargy, but the spell was broken as they had to get up, pay, and leave as the store was closing.
On the way back to their dorm, Mark couldnât help but stop and wince at the new weight he was carrying. Both their gait changed drastically and Donghyuck swayed while trying to steady both of them. Their stomachs poked out of their jackets and they knew, it wasnât going to go down anytime soon.
When they got to their room, Donghyuck muttered a goodnight while crashing into his bed. His stomach stuck up cutely with his hand over it as he slept and Mark left to take care of his own damage in the living room.
Without thinking so much, he found himself in front of the fridge and grabbing the still-full tub of rocky road ice cream from the freezer.
Armed with a spoon and a prayer, Mark plopped down the couch and turned on the television. Cold cream slid down his gullet as if he never ate ten bowls of ramen earlier that night.
After two episodes, the damage was more than done as Mark was huffing and shirtless, sticky ice cream on his chest and only wearing his tightening boxers. His gut was huge, large enough for someone to think heâs pregnant, hard as rock and unmoving yet heavy on his growing erection. His small frame looked like it was even filling out too.
âMan, fuckâŠâ He growled while drinking the tub dry. He almost wanted more to satisfy this new unquenchable hunger he found. He had difficulty pushing out the gas, and he whimpered uselessly while reaching for his dick under his chubbed up gut.
Heâs sweating by the time he finished, belly shining with a sheen of sweat and quieting down and growing heavier by the minute. Mark let the sleepiness wash over him, and didnât care whether Donghyuck found him sprawled on their couch like this because they were both in the same position. Sated, bloated, and dazed out of their fucking minds from their food coma.
Also I'm super sorry for disappearing! Summer is here officially for me around Monday, and I've got a few LONG stories to deliver to yall to celebrate lmao
okay but like this is a personal q so feel free to ignore it (itâs definitely going to be deleted later)Â but: how would you tell a s/o youâre into this?Â
reblog just in case at some pt in time someone is like me with a super sweet super accepting bf and wants to breach the topic:
I had to do it in phases because that's what I was comfortable with. I let him know I was into something "unconventional". I gauged his reaction to that, and he was VERY interested in what that was-- even though he understood I wasn't comfortable sharing it yet. So to help me out, he googled a kink list and told me what was COMPLETELY off the table for him. Luckily, feederism wasn't one!
Then, one night, while we were both texting about our "weird" kinks, I said 'fuck it' and let him know by linking him to a definition. I explained my perspective and why I felt I was interested immediately after to give context.
And what do you know! He was willing to engage. He is sensitive about how much he weighs (i.e., to the point he nearly developed an ED), so I told him gaining weight was off the table for us, as I wasn't comfortable putting him in that situation--in fact, I was hesitant to mention this kink at all, for fear of adding any pressure. He agreed wholeheartedly. But, he generally likes eating/eating a lot of food, and we're at the pt now that we're beginning to test the waters (he's over-eaten for me on purpose a few times, but I havent directly fed him).
So! That's the ending to this story lmao. I'm very lucky that I have a s/o who's so open and accepting, and I hope that this helps anyone who's been thinking of mentioning it. There is, in fact, hope--people are generally more accepting than they seem, especially if they love you.
okay but like this is a personal q so feel free to ignore it (itâs definitely going to be deleted later)Â but: how would you tell a s/o youâre into this?Â
Howdy yâall! Quick ~25 min writing to break out of a slump. I do indeed love challenges!Â
Ship: johnjae
Prompt: âSharing a bed, but one has put on weight recentlyâÂ
Request?: No (I got this prompt from this prompt generator.)
Sharing a bed was nothing new.Â
Their producers allowed them to choose roommates each time the went abroad for their activities. Naturally, Johnny and Jaehyun choose to room together--at this point, they were basically brothers. Their routines were so in sync that sleeping in the same bed wasnât obtrusive in any way.Â
This time around, though, Jaeyhun just would not come to bed. In fact, heâd been in the bathroom for 20 some-odd minutes. At this point, he was worried something was wrong. After their long day of shuttling around New York, hopping from interview to interview, Johnny just wanted to shut his eyes and drift into a peaceful slumber.Â
Maybe his stomach is bothering him. That night, at dinner, Jaehyun had put away a considerable amount of food, finishing plate after plate of American food. According to him, they âjust donât make burgers like this in Koreaâ, and since this was his first full day in the country, he was going to live it up. But anyone who ate that much had to have been feeling it. In fact, heâd noticed Jaehyun not-so-secretly cradling quite a considerable food baby on their way back to the hotel.Â
âAre you alright in there?âÂ
A few shuffles occurred on the other side of the door. After a pause, Johnnyâs question was met with a very hesitant âyesâ.Â
âThen come to bed, dude.âÂ
After about 5 minutes more, the door creaked open, and there stood Jaehyun. And... oh.Â
His nightclothes were not fitting him so well. His black sweatpants slightly dug into his sides, creating a small swell of thick flesh that rolled over his waistband. The shirt that he chose--a white long sleeve--was at least one size too small and stretching tightly across the crest of his swollen stomach. And, when he lifted his arms, a small strip of his honeyed midsection escaped its confines.Â
The last time Johnny had checked, his best friend was sporting a pretty serious six-pack. A lot must have changed when he wasnât looking. How hasnât our manager said anything about this? What about the fans?Â
Johnny was a bro. Jaehyun was more than likely feeling insecure--this much was obvious by the way he crossed his arms over his torso and avoided all eye contact. I wonât mention it if he won't.Â
The bed creaked as Jaehyun sat down. He bent over to put his dirty clothes into his suitcase, and the slight muffin top was revealed again in all its glory. Johnny was struck with an urge to grip tightly, but he absolutely resisted. This was his best friend (and secret crush, but no one had to know). He wasnât going to mess anything up and make Jaehyun more insecure than he already probably was. Plus, if he played his cards right, he might be able to get away with some good old fashioned bro-cuddles, and heâd be able to feel him then anyway.Â
Finally, Jaehyun decided to turn off the lights and lay down on his side... a practical foot away from Johnny. But Johnny was a man on a mission. He scooted closer ever so slowly, pretending to toss and turn. Now was his time. âIâm having trouble getting comfortable. Do you mind if I, uh....â Yes, yes! He knew their friendship was secure enough that Jaehyun would let him wrap an arm (and a leg, if Johnny was feeling risky) around him, no problem. It really wasnât an issue before-
âUh... maybe...â And that was Johnnyâs in. With very âcarefulâ âcontrolledâ (most definitely sudden and abrupt) movements Johnny latched on, running his hand slowly, taking in the wonderful swell of Jaehyunâs overstuffed tummy. Absolutely fucking euphoric- he could feel just how distended poor Jaehyun was. As if on impulse, Johnny began rubbing small circles into the triangle formed by his ribs and midsection, moving down his abdomen slowly.Â
With a start, Jaehyun turned over (slowly!) to face Johnny, disrupting his movements. âAre you... rubbing me?â
Thank god it was dark. If it wasnât, Johnnyâs flush would have been clear as day.   âSorry. Itâs just, uhm... helping me sleep?âÂ
âIâm sorry, I just.... kind of got too excited and overdid it tonight... I feel kinda gross, to be honest...âÂ
Johnny propped himself up on his arms. âWhy gross?â
âI feel... huge right now. Like, very overfull. Itâs kind of disgusting. And I donât want you feeling me up... Iâve done this so often lately... the manager has been yelling at me about losing weight...âÂ
âJaehyun, donât... talk about yourself like that. Youâre the boy next door type--I know you didnât ask me, but I think youâre perfect where you are now. You might not be ripped like you used to be, yeah, but did you ever really want to look like that? Or was that just the manager, making you act like your character?âÂ
â...no, really. If Iâm being honest, Iâd much rather eat food and enjoy it than feel like I have to look a certain way or be paranoid about ruining my figure.âÂ
âThen fuck it. Just keep... doing what youâre doing.âÂ
Jaehyun narrowed his eyes. âThey wanted me with a six-pack for a reason, Johnny. The fans wonât find it attractive.âÂ
Johnny rolled his eyes back, smoothing his hand over Jaehyunâs midsection again. âWho says it isnât attractive? Whatâs so bad about a little bit of extra flesh..? It gives you a little... character.â He grabbed Jaehyunâs hip, for good measure. The resulting silence begot palatable awkwardness, and Johnny knew he had to say... something.
âI fucked up. I have to come cleanâ. Johnny began talking slowly. âJaehyun... Iâm... sorry if I crossed a line. I donât want to force anything on you. But.... remember all those nights we spent, hosting the radio show together? Every night, I think I found something new about you to adore. Youâre special to me... Iâve felt this way about you for a while... and now, with you looking the way you do now, I canât explain it--âÂ
He was cut off by Jaehyun, landing a kiss on his lips. âYouâre a dork. Weâll talk about this in the morning, but I like you too.â He flipped back over on his side. âJust keep... giving me rubs. They make me feel better.âÂ
send me a ship/character and a number and Iâll write you a headcanon or mini-fic featuring:
oblivious weight gain.
unintentional weight gain.
being in denial about weight gain.
someone(s) gaining the freshman fifteen (or more).
stuffing/feeding/etc.
mutual weight gain.
a feeder/feedee relationship.
size differences/comparisons.
button popping/seam ripping/etc.
humiliation (kinky in character or not).
magical/magically augmented weight gain (or scientifically).
trying on old/tight clothes (kinky in character).
trying on old/tight clothes (not kinky in character).
weighing and/or measuring and/or numbers kink.
stoner AU setting.
office AU setting.
punk AU setting.
hipster AU setting.
fat camp AU setting.
bakery/coffeeshop AU setting.
high school/college AU setting.
camboy/camgirl/camenby AU setting.
some other AU setting (askerâs choice).
outside perspective on/reactions to weight gain.
focusing on a body part other than bellies (askerâs choice).
character(s) wearing a specific outfit/clothing item (askerâs choice).
character(s) weighing in after not checking the scales for a while.
character(s) being embarrassed about weight gain/eating so much/etc.
opâs note: feel free to add your own or take out prompts that donât work for you, folks. I just tried to pick stuff that I like and know is reasonably popular.
Hello! If youâve been wondering where Iâve been, hereâs an update:Â
I apologize for the kind of semi-hiatus Iâve fallen in. Iâm a sophomore in college, was an orientation leader (which entails teaching a fucking class for a semester to freshmen), and have 3 writing-based majors (lmao :) I live and breathe essays). I also have a great deal of awful things happening in my personal life. Basically, all the joy and fun of writing--as well as the time with which to do it--has been basically ripped away from me.Â
But Iâm planning to change that. Iâve got a bit more free time now, since my orientation leader position ended, and Iâm going to see if creative writing helps me unwind. Iâm going to try and post a piece soon! Itâs more than likely going to be either markhyuck or johnmark (if you have a preference let me know!).Â
Until then, thank you to those of you who have followed me over my brief break! I hope this doesnât scare you away. Iâm grateful youâre here! Ti amo, amici-- goodbye, until I post again!Â
Listening to a boyâs tummy rumbling from hunger, filling it with warm, delicious home-made food and then resting my head against his very full tummy to listen to the post-stuffing rumbles.
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