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“Shit,” Wonwoo said as he looked at his phone. He was still catching his breath from the trip to the door and back to his scooter. Now he sat on the scooter, investigating why his food order, which he had been notified was at his door, was not at his door. The answer became clear when he noticed that the door number in the photo attached to his order was a number off. Panic set in as he realized that it was the unit exactly one floor above his. “Shit,” he said again.
He was wracking his mind, trying to figure out how to fix the situation. Given the amount of time it had taken him to get up from his bed, onto his scooter, and then walk the short distance to the door that his scooter was too wide for, the driver was likely long gone. And at his current weight, there was no way he’d be able to make it up the stairs to the second floor. Just as he was about to give up and put in a new order, there was a knock at his door. It startled him and he wondered who it might be. With a huff and a lot of effort, he once again stood from his scooter. Setting his phone in the small basket, he began the seven foot walk from his scooter to the door for the second time in less than 10 minutes—not a small feat for him at a whopping 750 pounds.
“One minute,” he said between breaths, reassuring the mystery person that he was, in fact, home. After finally reaching the door, he took a few breaths and felt a small wave of embarrassment wash over him. It had been a while since he’d interacted with anyone who was unaware of his size. He unlocked the door and opened it slightly to find a man outside his door holding two bags. Wonwoo’s eyes widened.
“H-hi,” the man said. “I think your order got delivered to my door. I just thought I’d bring it by,” he said with a smile. He lifted the bags and drew Wonwoo’s eyes to his defined biceps. This guy was hot. He realized that he needed to speak.
“Oh, thank you,” he said quickly. “I was just trying to figure out how to get a refund,” he said with a chuckle and small huff. The man chuckled as well. He held the bags forward and Wonwoo reached out for them.
“I’m Seungcheol, by the way,” the man said. “I just moved in about a month ago.”
“Oh, welcome. I’m Wonwoo,” he offered with a chuckle.
“Well, it’s nice to meet you,” Seungcheol said with a smile that, to Wonwoo, looked shy. “Hopefully I’ll see you around.”
“Nice to meet you, too,” he said with a wave. He closed the door after Seungcheol turned around and took a few steps. His heart pounded, both from exertion and nerves. He wondered how much of him Seungcheol had seen, although his face would likely give away how big the rest of him was. The man hadn’t seemed too judgemental.
Wonwoo made his way back to his scooter and smiled to himself as he rode back to his bed, food in tow.
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A week later, Wonwoo “accidentally” put in the wrong address for his order after spending three days figuring out how he could see the man again. He didn’t have his number and there was no way he was making it up the steps to knock on the man’s door himself. So, he figured this was the best way albeit slightly juvenile. He could only hope that Seungcheol was actually home. His worry began to set in as he realized that Seungcheol could very well not be home. There were two issues with that–first, he wouldn’t be able to see Seungcheol, and second, he was hungry. He sat on his scooter and stewed before he received a message that his order had been dropped off. His heart began to pound.
He rubbed his expansive gut to soothe his nerves. It gurgled and rumbled from nerves and hunger. He thought briefly of rolling into the kitchen for a snack when he heard a muffled sound of a door opening and closing above him. He tensed and his eyes widened as he began to hear steps coming down the stairs outside of his apartment. There were only a few moments before there was a familiar knock at his door that still managed to startle him. Already on his scooter a few feet from the door, he took a few moments to gather the momentum to stand and did so, using the handles from the scooter to steady himself. “Coming,” he said once he caught his breath.
Seungcheol smiled on the other side of the door with two bags in his hands.
“Looks like there was another mix up,” he said with a small laugh.
“Oh, thank you,” Wonwoo said, feeling himself blush. “They should really make the apartment numbers more obvious.” That was a total lie, seeing as they were right on the door for anyone to see.
“Yeah,” Seungcheol siad with a chuckle. He still held the bags and his expression changed a bit. “Um,” he said, moving to scratch his head but soon realizing that he couldn’t with the bag in his hand. “Well, I wanted to see if you’d like some company. I’m new to the area and haven’t met many of my neighbors yet.”
“Oh,” Wonwoo said, shocked that his plan had somehow worked–that or this man was a murderer with a perfect opportunity. “Of course. I’d love some company.”
Seungcheol smiled, some of the nervousness leaving his expression. Wonwoo moved to open the door and step back to let him in, revealing his full body for the first time. He wondered what Seungcheol thought of him, given that the man was trim and built, likely 600 pounds lighter than Wonwoo. As he turned to walk back to his scooter, Seungcheol followed him in, closing the door. Wonwoo walked slowly to his scooter, trying to suppress how out of breath he was getting.
“I–huff–use this scooter to get around,” he explained, as he sat down. He didn’t look back for Seungcheol’s reaction as he sat down and turned it on. He moved towards the couch and began to get up from his scooter to sit down on the well worn couch.
“You can–huff–take the chair, if you like,” he offered, motioning towards an armchair that he’d outgrown years ago.
“T-thank you,” Seungcheol said, sitting down and setting the food on the coffee table.
“Would you like a cheeseburger?” Wonwoo said as he began rifling through one of the bags.
“Oh, no, I don’t want to eat something you got for yourself,” Seungcheol said, waving his hands. Wonwoo smiled.
“Oh, don’t worry, I have plenty,” he said. He’d ordered extra just in case his plan worked out as it currently was. He handed the man a cheeseburger. He accepted it gratefully.
“So, what brings you to Seoul?”
“Work,” Seungcheol said after swallowing a bite. “I’m a personal trainer.”
Wonwoo stifled a grimace and felt himself begin to accept defeat, but resolved to enjoy the company anyways.
“Oh, nice,” he said. “I can definitely see that,” he said, giving the man a quick once over–a final flirting attempt, and then he would let it rest. The comment brought a blush to the man’s cheeks.
“Thank you,” he said, ducking his head a bit.
“Do you have a lot of clients?”
“I have a few so far, enough for how long I’ve been here,” he said before his expression changed a bit. “Why? Are you looking for a trainer?” The tone took Wonwoo by surprise because it wasn’t only flirty but it also held a sense of knowing.
“Not exactly,” Wonwoo said, matching the energy. “Believe it or not, I’m not actually looking to lose weight.”
“Oh?” Seungcheol looked somewhat surprised but not nearly as surprised as Wonwoo had expected.
“Yeah, I’ve been gaining weight for a while now,” Wonwoo explained.
“You’ve gotten pretty big,” Seungcheol said. He was holding his burger but not eating it. “Do you have a feeder?”
Wonwoo nearly spat out the bite he’d taken. A feeder? How did Seungcheol know about that?
“Um, no,” he said. “Not currently.” His cheeks burned and his heart pounded. There was a long pause between them before Seungcheol nodded and then spoke.
“Do you want one?”
Wonwoo was stunned.
“Y-you mean you?”
Seungcheol nodded, his face beet red. “I’m into big guys,” he explained.
“Well, I’m certainly that,” Wonwoo said. He set his burger down on his belly and rested his hands on sides. “Look, I’m nearly immobile and it’s something I’ve wanted for a long time. If that’s not something you’re comfortabl—”
“I–” Seungcheol interjected. “I would love to help you reach that goal.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” Seungcheol said more confidently. He rose and moved to sit on the small space left on the couch that Wonwoo sat on. “H-how much do you weigh now?”
Wonwoo felt himself getting hot. He could hardly believe the situation but the sincere look in Seungcheol’s eyes convinced him that it was real.
“758, the last I checked,” he said. “But that was a few weeks ago.”
“Fuck,” Seungcheol said under his breath. “You got this big all by yourself?”
“I had feeders here and there along the way,” Wonwoo explained. “But I’ve done the bulk of it myself.” He rubbed a hand over his belly before picking up the cheeseburger and stuffing it into his mouth. “I used to be really skinny.”
“Really?”
Wonwoo nodded. “I wanted to be big but I was too scared to actually gain weight. But then I went to college and decided to give in to my desires. I gained almost fifty pounds my freshman year.”
“How big were you when you graduated?”
“About 350 pounds,” Wonwoo said, tossing the wrapper onto the coffee table. “I got a really shitty job right out of school and all I could really afford was junk food, which luckily, was exactly what I needed to keep gaining.”
“I hit 500 at 28,” Wonwoo said, heaving slightly to reach forward for another burger. Seungcheol held a hand up and reached forward for him. He pulled two burgers from the bag and handed them to Wonwoo with a smile. Wonwoo took them and smiled, setting one on his belly and unwrapping the other. “After that, my mobility really started to slow down and I’ve been gaining pretty steadily since then.”
“Can you get around much? I mean, without your scooter,” Seungcheol asked, his expression full of morbid curiosity.
“Some,” Wonwoo said, taking a bite. “But not much. I really only walk to and from my scooter.”
Seungcheol licked his lips.
“Do you want some help with that?” He asked as Wonwoo began to unwrap the other burger.
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6 months later
“Cheol,” Wonwoo huffed desperately as he stood from the couch. The older man grabbed his fleshy arm and steadied him. The man’s mobility had been seriously wavering in the last few days. He needed Seungcheol’s help more than ever, just to stand up and take the few steps to or from his scooter.
His scooter was only about four steps from him but it was practically a mile for Wonwoo. It had become a long trek for him in the last six months that Seungcheol had been stuffing him silly. Just a week prior, Seungcheol had helped him to his scale which had a limit of 800 pounds and found that he had outgrown it. The word ERROR had popped up on the monitor and alerted the men that Wonwoo was now over 800 pounds. He had no idea how much he weighed but his joints and muscles were beginning to protest almost every movement.
When he finally made it to the scooter, he was a mess of sweat and wheezes. Seungcheol rubbed his back as he caught his breath. After a minute, Wonwoo turned the key to his scooter and felt it turn on. He flipped it into reverse and turned the handle to make it move but he only felt the machine buzz and heard a low rumble. He released the handle and tried again. It did the same. Seungcheol looked down at him, confused for a moment and then in understanding.
“Wonwoo,” he said, almost breathlessly. “I think you’re too heavy for it to move.”
Wonwoo would laugh at the situation, and would probably get more turned on if not for the nagging thought that he would have to walk back to his bed. He tried to rev it one more time with desperate hope that it would move, but unsurprisingly it didn’t.
“Let’s get you back on the couch,” Seungcheol said. His voice was a mix of concerned and turned on. Wonwoo guessed that he was waiting to see his reaction to the situation.
“I’m too fat for my scooter,” he said with a smile. “I’m close.”
“Yeah, you are,” Seungcheol said, looking relieved and swooping down to kiss him. “God, you’re so hot.”
“Cheol,” Wonwoo said, getting the man’s attention. “I don’t want to go back to the couch.” Seungcheol crouched down and held his hands, listening intently.
“I want you to help me back to the bed,” he said slowly. “And I don’t want to get back up again.”
Seungcheol stared at him with hungry eyes and nodded. He rose and held his hands out to Wonwoo.
It took them a while to get Wonwoo up from the scooter and then they began the trek to the bed. Wonwoo guessed that he hadn’t walked that far in over a year at this point. He stared ahead with fear and morbid excitement. It had been a while since he’d been truly exhausted.
“Hold on to me, okay?” Seungcheol instructed. “Take your time and let me know if you need to sit.”
Wonwoo nodded with a huff and leaned to the left to take his first “step” forward. His breathing was already starting to increase in speed after three steps. He could feel sweat developing between his folds. They had made it about five feet when Wonwoo spoke.
“I’ll need to sit soon,” he said between short breaths. “Fuck.”
Seungcheol grabbed a seldom used wooden chair from the kitchen and hoped that it would be strong enough to withstand the enormous weight of his boyfriend. Wonwoo’s eyes sparkled at the chair as beads of sweat formed on his forehead.
“This is going to take forever,” he said as he carefully sat down on the chair.
“Savor it,” Seungcheol said, massaging his shoulders. “You’ll never do this again.”
“Wait til we’re in the bedroom to start the dirty talk,” he said with a cheeky grin. Seungcheol chuckled.
It took them over thirty minutes to get Wonwoo back into bed. When he finally got there and got his pillows propped up and comfortable, he sighed with content.
I’m immobile, he thought to himself. I’m finally immobile.
He watched as Seungcheol moved about his bedroom setting things up and smiled. From now on, all he had to do was sit and get fatter.
“Cheol,” he said, stopping the man in his tracks. “Deal with that later. Right now, I want a sponge bath and some food.”
The older man smiled and nodded. “Yes sir,” he said with a quirk in his eyebrow. He made his way to the bathroom and began preparing a bucket of water. He felt himself grow hard as he realized that this would be the first of many tasks that he would now have to take on in caring for his immobile boyfriend. The thought pleased him. After he turned the water off, he swore he heard Wonwoo’s stomach grumble and decided it was time to get to work.
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