Dusting off the cobwebs from my account to drop this APPRECIATION post for CHUBBY JUNGKOOK - or chub Kook as I call him.
When I watched the documentary, I couldnāt help but notice how chubby and soft he looked!! Genuinely I was OBSESSED. He was just so round, soft, with his cute chubby cheeks and double chin, and little belly after military. Obviously he was hench and mainly muscle, but naturally he has a soft layer.
Weāve always wondered who in Bangtan would get the chubbiest - now we have our answer! He CHONKY šš„°
Disclaimer: this is an appreciation post - I love jungkook at any size and support him entirely š«¶
What about one of the members discovers that theyāre 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 leverageā¦
anon this is *dances in circles* good very very good
i hope you enjoy and i hope everyone enjoys
i call this *š„š„š„* 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: canāt wait for you to get so fat you canāt even reach your hands to jack off
the thought sent shivers down jkās 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 heās sure heās probably packed on a few more pounds since then.
heās 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 heād 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 werenāt 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 heād 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 didnāt 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 hadnāt 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 theyād 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 heās been sweating ā¦ 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 thatās when he hears it:
ping! ping! pingpingping! ping!
almost like the sound of coinsā¦
noā¦ no that canāt 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 thereās the blinking red dot in the top left corner of the screen letting him know that heās 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 didnāt even bother to check comments, tips or anything. he couldnāt believe he didnāt 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 couldāve been something he couldāve planned out way more. this couldāve been his 500lb milestone video.
500lb milestone video? when did he decide his next goalā¦.
After Jungkook's service in the military, Jimin notices that the younger man has not only gotten stronger- but his appetite is ever growing. Tired of all his leftovers and snacks being eaten, he begins setting up small trials and challenges for Jungkook's stomach as payback.
Tae becomes an unlikely ally in Jimin's attempts.
Warning: Weight gain, hand feeding, burping, farting. typical beginnings of slobby behavior š
It started with one meal.
There were many things that Jungkook had to adjust to during his military service, and the increased intake of food on a daily basis was one of them. It took a couple of days of eating his even and square meals to get him to a point where he did not gag trying to finish breakfast. And his body rewarded him in kind, seeming to sprout up stronger than ever.
And before he knew it, his service was over. He was stronger than he had ever been before, and most of all, the heaviest he had been. He had always held a bright presence in any room he entered, but now his thick muscles and broad shoulders added an intimidating energy to him. One that lingered, even with a goofy smile on his face.
The rest of his band mates had been impressed, praising him for becoming so strong. And of course, the attention he had gotten online from fans noticing his muscle growth was phenomenal. Now, it was starting to get to his head a bit.
Jimin was the first to notice, since him and Jungkook were living together at that time. Many late nights he would catch Jungkook still up, yapping to his stream chats and flexing for the camera. All fine and good, but even more apparent was this new... appetite Jungkook had developed. One serving of food, no matter how big it was portioned, was never enough for the man. Gone were the days of Jungkook needing to get a box when they ordered out, and now Jimin even had to scold Jungkook to not lick his plate clean in public.
Once again, all fine and good. But now what was really getting on Jimin's nerves was that the borders of JK's hunger went further than his own plate. Scolding, jabs from his fork, and reverse psychology were not enough to keep Jungkook's fingers at bay from grabbing whatever bites Jimin was saving for himself.
The incident that broke the camel's back was actually on a day not unlike the usual. Jimin had been working out that morning before grocery shopping, and was anticipating a high reward when he got back to his apartment for his discipline and errand-doing. There was a container of mango sorbet with his name on it, sitting patiently in the freezer. He had just gotten it yesterday from the convenience store nearby, and Jimin planned to make it last atleast a week.
So when he got home, he was more than disappointed when he opened the container to find it already enjoyed. Not even just a couple bites, no no... He could see the bottom of the container where someone had greedily dug in with their spoon, leaving just a scarce amount of the frozen dessert on the walls and circular corners.
Breathe in... Jimin inhaled, looking up at the ceiling. And out... The breath left his lungs slowly, and he felt his tingly nerves begin to settle.
But then his thumb brushed away the frost on the surface, revealing his sharpie scribbled name on the lid.
Alright, that just made Jimin mad all over again.
Grabbing a spoon, he walked along their apartment, following the sound of Jungkook's voice. It sounded like he was streaming and playing a game, and Jimin only hesitated for a moment before opening the younger man's bedroom door.
Jungkook was giggling when he turned to look at Jimin, the smile on his face faltering a bit when he saw the container. "Hi, Minnie!" He greeted, lifting his headphones slightly to hear what Jimin might have to say. "What's up?"
"This had my name on it." Jimin held up the container and spoon with no formalities. Jungkook bit his lip, suppressing a giggle before nodding.
"Yeah, sorry... You know, I only started with a few bites." His brows perked up, trying to throw those cute, doe eyes at Jimin. "But that brand you get is so good, I literally couldn't stop eating. And before I knew it, I had almost finished the whole pint!" He said it as if he didn't believe it himself, and he shook his head before turning back to his game. "I'm really sorry- I'll buy you another, okay?" He offered, unpausing his game and focusing back in.
Hmm... To Jimin this did not sound like a proper apology.
Pursing his lips, and with the steady and learned mannerisms of a soldier, Jimin approached Jungkook's desk. He gave the camera a good view of the inside to an almost empty sorbet container before putting it down. The impact he made slamming the container down next to Jungkook's hand creased the dampening cardboard, and he tossed the small spoon in, letting it spin and knock over the container.
Jungkook paused his game again, wide eyes looking up at Jimin incredulously. He looked like he was holding back a laugh, which only made the tone in Jimin's voice more bitter. "If you're going to eat *my* food, you have to finish it." He huffed out, before turning and leaving the room. It was one thing to be a victim to Jungkook's now ever growing hunger, but Jimin would not allow himself to eat scraps.
This was the beginning of a series of events that piled onto Jungkook, literally and figuratively. After Jimin left his room, Jungkook laughed, feeling awkward and apologizing to his audience. He inspected the container and spoon, tilting his head as he poked the sorbet with the utensil. "Oh damn, I really did leave some in here." He stated it with full awareness of his guilt, before quickly eating the rest of the sorbet.
To Jimin's dismay, he soon found that Jungkook had taken his words to heart. The younger member seemed to find amusement in Jimin's frustration, which the other took notice of. As he usually did.
That was when he started setting up challenges for Jungkook. Nothing serious, but more so personal challenges or bets Jimin made about his friend. The research question was: 'How fast does it take for JK to eat something with my name on it?'
Jimin's thesis was that anything that was obviously his Jungkook took as priority, especially to eat the majority of it before Jimin could get a single bite. And if the food had begun the process of being enjoyed by Jimin, Jungkook would finish it. Eventually after a week of these shenannigans, Jimin tested the next step of his theory.
No longer was he buying just pints. 48 oz containers seemed to suit Jungkook's challenge just fine. Sealing Chocolate chocolate chip's doom, Jimin wrote his name in big letters across the lid. He did not plan to have a single bite until he got home later that night. He was seeing a movie with Jin, and then they would go drinking afterwards... Knowing Jin, that would keep Jimin out of the house for a good while.
Plenty of time for a dumb Maknae to learn his greedy lesson.
And surely enough... When Jungkook heard the front door close, he put down the weights he had been using. It was time to make dinner, and he had a good idea of what he might have. Pizza seemed amazing right that second, but he didn't want to eat out too much. And he also had not gotten the chance to see what sort of dessert Jimin left for him yet.
He didn't genuinly think Jimin left food for him, but that was sometimes how his mind corrected itself. And it was a little ridiculous how unguarded some of Jimin's personal snacks were.
For example, just two days prior: A box of oreos, already opened, with Jimin written across, were just sitting on the kitchen counter. Jungkook thought it was a shame Jimin only ate two, so he decided to finish off the rest of them.
Did that make him an asshole? Perhaps. But his excuse? Well... He couldn't admit it to himself even, but it now seemed impossible for him to start whatever he ate without finishing it.
So tonight he made himself some noodles and tofu. Extra peanut sauce and an avocado smoothie helped make sure he met his protein goals. At first when he plated his own portion he doubted his ability to finish it, but only a quarter through was he reminded of why he loved eating so much. Eating like this especially reminded him of a more youthful time, when his stomach was bottomless. He could really, truly eat anything he wanted right now, and that was freeing.
"Phew," He placed a hand on his upper stomach, sighing with his eyes closed. He had just finished his whole meal, and the tightness of his stomach had him place his head back against the couch, in blissful anguish. "Too much tofu..." Jungkook shook his head, soft but audible manual breaths leaving his open mouth.
After a good fifteen minutes of looking at his phone and rubbing his stomach, he felt like he had digested enough to make room for desert. He huffed out a silent burp, patting his chest as he turned on the TV. He was in the mood to just space out and eat whatever pint of deliciousness Jimin had left behind.
So, it was a bit of a surprise when Jungkook opened the freezer, and found 48 ozs of icecream. He blinked before grabbing it like a curious creature, inspecting the lid. Yep, this was Jimin's. But he didn't usually get something this big, especially of icecream... JK bit his bottom lip, his canine tooth and tongue playing with his piercings hesitantly.
Well, he can atleast have a little bit. He doesn't need to even have half of it. Just some bites would be enough to piss Jimin off, right? He wetted his lips, closing the freezer and grabbing a spoon before sitting back onto the couch.
Jimin had chosen well... The texture of the chocolate chips was addictive, and Jungkook found himself chasing certain chocolate veins. When he wasn't looking down at the icecream, he was watching the television. Though he had gotten full quickly, he wasn't too uncomfortable yet. Infact, the texture of the icecream was nice and fluffy, and it made it easy to eat big, soft bites. It would be a funny sight for anyone to see: Jungkook with glazed over eyes and icecream around his lips, spoon delicately sucked on.
Eventually, he dug his spoon in and heard the familiar plunk of metal against thin, waxy cardboard.
No way.
He looked down and quickly revealed the truth, which was the bright white spot of the bottom of the icecream container. A little burp left him, and he supressed another by holding his breath. How did he eat so much? Taking his napkin, he wiped his mouth, contemplating his next steps.
Now, there really was not much left... enough for one or two more servings. Jungkook internally reasoned with himself that if he was this far, he might as well finish the whole container. Then how *shocked* would Jimin be? He giggled, digging in. The back of his tongue and whole throat were cold, and a small hiccup slipped out after his stomach gurgled.
Finally finished, he let out a stiff and cold burp, barely opening his eyes as he set the empty container and spoon down on the coffee table. He had lost the plot of whatever movie was on awhile ago, succumbing to his brain freeze bliss. Now he fully laid on his back, lifting his hoodie up over his stomach. The weight of all the icecream on top of his dinner felt so fucking heavy, and he began to realize just how tight his stomach felt.
"Oh goddamn..." He stared at how far his stomach pushed out. For some reason, being so full was really exciting him. JK was glad to be home alone right now, because he was sure he looked ridiculous rubbing his overgorged belly.
Maybe he had been over doing it lately... Now looking at how his stomach pointed out, he realized that he no longer had the defined abs he had only weeks before. Yes, he was still very muscular, but... All this overindulgence had really made him soft. Literally.
With a small whimper, he briefly sat up to motivate himself to clean up the coffee table, and get ready for bed. But as he plopped back down on his back, a familiar sense of comfort began to creep in... He was becoming the victim of a very strong food coma.
How long had it been since Jimin left? He wasn't sure... but it wouldn't matter if he took a little nap, would it?
...
Jimin had returned to their apartment with Tae, who had joined Jin and Jimin's drinking as a surprise. Jimin was happy to have his friend come home with him, and a small part of his mind relished in imagining what him and Tae might walk into.
"Yeah, I just got some icecream today. Maybe we can have a little when we get to me and JK's place." Jimin smiled, warming his face up by rubbing his nose against his scarf discreetly as they got a cab.
"Ooooh, yes please! Sounds delicious," Tae hummed. "Do you think Kooky is still awake? I'd love to see him." He added, his buzzed smile becoming a permanent fixture on his face tonight.
Jimin chuckled, giving a little shrug. "I guess we'll see. Maybe I can make us some dinner, too." Tae gasped in excitement at the suggestion, gripping at Jimin's shoulder. He clearly loved that idea.
"Something small, though. We can't be staying up too late." Jimin's go to was ramyeon, so he immedietly started craving it when he thought about a late night drunk meal.
When they got to the apartment, Jimin couldn't help but let out a small gasp at seeing Kooky on the couch. His head pointed forward slightly, examining the empty container nearby in the dark. Tae peaked over Jimin's shoulder, curious at what he was staring at.
"Oh," Tae assumed he should be quiet, seeing Jungkook was asleep. But then he stepped in, and saw the icecream, and the still illuminated yet low volume television playing. Jungkook was laying on his back and snoring, his arms hugging one of the couch pillows.
Jimin closed the door behind them. Tae could barely contain his disbelief. "That's not the icecream you got today, right...?" He asked, a nervous chuckle leaving him as he pointed towards the sleeping man.
Jimin had to hold back a smile as he rolled his eyes. "What do you think?" He asked rhetorically, the answer obvious. Tae's mouth stayed open, and he followed Jimin into the kitchen as he began making Ramyeun with drunken determination.
"Goddamn... how did he eat all of that in a day??" Tae whisper shouted, continuing to stare over towards the couch. He was fascinated by the sliver of belly he could see poking out between the bottom of Jungkook's hoodie and waistband. Jimin just giggled.
"It's impressive, isn't it?" Jimin was happy to be facing away from Tae so that he could bite his lip. Meanwhile, Tae was still ogling the way JK's stomach raised up and down as he breathed. When Tae finally looked over at Jimin, he noticed that the man was preparing three ramyeuns.
"You're making one for Kooky, too?" He raised a brow, drawing closer to Jimin to look over his shoulder. Jimin looked back at him with an innocent expression, drunkenly flushed with lidded eyes.
"Oh, yeah. He'll be hungry when he wakes up." He said with full confidence. "You should go tell him I'm making food, and to clean up his mess." Jimin smiled to himself.
Tae grinned, his drunken brain immedietly appealing to his mischevious side. He nodded, saluting Jimin before heading over to his destination.
"Mister Jungkook..." Tae cooed as he grew closer, wiggling his fingers. JK looked so vulnerable and sweet in his sleep, like a baby bunny... And the way his stomach was poking out, it looked so bloated and cute.
And absolutely tickleable. Tae leaned down, like a vampire over their resting victim, his fingernails carefully tapping the edges of Jungkook's belly. The younger man's eyebrow twitched in his sleep, making Tae hesitate for just a moment. In a curious instant, he placed his warm hand on the bottom part of Kooky's stomach, shaking it eagerly.
This had Jungkook groan in his sleep, his nose scrunching up as a small gurgle came from his stomach, rumbling up his chest and through his throat. His mouth lazily opened as a burp popped out, and his eyes fluttered sleepily. "Hmm..?" He cleared his throat, unintentionally making another burp slip out. "Taehyung?" He asked, trying to sit up but having a hard time bending over his stomach.
Tae could barely contain his laughter, impressed at seeing Jungkook having glutted himself out so far. No longer holding back his cuteness aggression, he actually started tickling Jungkook's stomach and sides. Even trailing up to tickle Kooky's armpits. This was met by shrill laughter, and the younger man immedietly started fighting against him.
"TAE!! AHAHA! NO, NO-" Jungkook inhaled sharply, his legs buckling together to try and keep himself contained. He looked around for theoretical help, smelling boiling water and spotting Jimin in the kitchen. Tae must have joined him...
"Jimin's making food, and you need to clean up!!" Tae laughed as he jerked his head back and forth, avoiding Jungkook's swipes at him. He noticed how the younger man was crumpling in on himself, laughing while clutching his stomach. For some reason this had Tae smirk, and he leaned into his impulses, digging his tickling fingers into Jungkook's navel.
Jungkook laughed, but his wide eyes told a story of terror. He could barely contain himself, and he knew that just any second longer he wouldn't be able to stop himself from doing more than just burping infront of his Hyungs. "S-seriously, HAH-" He made a sharp inhale, tensing up before losing the battle.
The rumble that shook through his stomach was loud, but barely prepared the two men for the even louder fart that ripped out of Jungkook. Jungkook bit his lip hard, kicking at Tae as another slipped out.
"Oooh! JK!!" He could hear Jimin laugh from the other room, impressed at his flatulance. Tae was laughing too, practically losing his breath as he kept tickling Jungkook.
"I tried to warn you!" Jungkook whined, a shy smile on his face. Since Tae was still not letting up, JK bit his lip before deciding to let another fart out, seeking revenge on his drunk friend.
Tae's hands were still against Jungkook's stomach, and he could feel his poor tummy flex as he pushed out more tumultous waves of flatulence. "Okay, okay- I'll leave you alone! Little stink bug!" Tae teased, hopping up and almost tripping backwards as he tried to get his footing.
Meanwhile, Jungkook drew his hoodie strings tight, hiding away from his friends. "You can't tickle someone awake like that!" Jungkook whined, waving his hand around to clear the air as Tae laughed and stumbled away from him.
"Well, I would be thanking Tae. It sounds like you have room for ramyeun, now." Jimin teased, secretly horny at what a mess Jungkook was being infront of their friend. Served him right for being such a pig.
Jungkook rubbed the sleep out of his eyes before begrudgingly cleaning up the coffee table. He was embarrassed beyond all measure, and his stomach still felt so heavy... But the smell of ramyeon cheered him up, and made him hungry all over again.
"I already had dinner..." Jungkook said, while sitting down to eat with them. Jimin didn't respond immedietly, just setting JK's instant noodles and fork down infront of him.
"I knew if I made some you would eat it," Jimin said simply, his voice stuffed up from being drunk. The three men, dazed and half asleep, enjoyed the noodles together. Sometimes it was interrupted by the loud, angry noises of Jungkook's stomach.
...
About three weeks had passed since the first icecream incident, and Jungkook was making good progress on the challenge. Whether he was aware of it or not... He was eating *atleast* two tubs of icecream a week, and the snacks he had between were nothing to sneeze at. Jimin had been very purposeful in his choices.
It had gotten to a point where he started picking snacks and options with the *highest* calories. He told Jungkook he was trying to bulk, so he could be 'buff' like JK.
Laughable, since Jimin was quite fit compared to the love handles that had sprouted out from Jungkook's sides. This muffin top had become Jimin's most recent obsession, something he squished atleast three times a day. To Jungkook's dismay, though at this point the piglet was getting used to all the poking and prodding.
Tae had also been coming over more often. He especially loved bringing treats to share with Jungkook, but often times he would let the younger man eat the whole of whatever he brought. When confronted by Jimin about this, Tae's excuse was that he felt bad for 'all of Jimin's snacks getting eaten'.
But the reality was Tae loved watching Jungkook eat. Maybe even more than Jimin did, with many long pathetic nights spent with Tae unable to sleep, thinking of the way JK's stomach grew. The stretch marks that had formed on the back of his arms... and the way his thighs were spreading and softening out.
"Say ahhh," Tae sang softly, holding up a nice big bite for Jungkook. JK had actually invited Tae over, feeling lonely since Jimin was on a trip for a few days.
Jungkook wrapped his lips around the big bite of rice, his mouth already half full from the pork he had been eating too. "Mmm," Jungkook hummed, happily chewing the crispy rice and beaming a smile at Tae. Managing to chew a good majority of the food in his mouth, he swallowed hard, scrunching his nose up a little. "Tae, you're such a good cook. You really need to come over more!"
"Oh, that can be arranged." Tae nodded, his eyes glancing over the slight hang Jungkook's stomach began to have when he leaned over. So heavy, and begging to only get heavier day by day...
After Jungkook ate *all* of his dinner (two and a half servings), and a big salad, he huffed. Placing his plate down, he leaned over to lay the side of his head against Tae's strong shoulder. His full stomach poked out clearly through his shirt. Tae took quick glances at it before wrapping an arm around the Maknae.
"You're so cute when you get full like this. Ready for a nap?" He asked. Jungkook giggled before answering.
"Actually, I was thinking it might be time for dessert." Jungkook uttered out, and he could feel Tae's eyes burn into him. "But I need to digest first. Atleast... fifteen minutes." Jungkook added quickly, not wanting to be judged for his hunger. Tae smiled, petting JK's head and messing up his hair slightly.
"I don't think that's a bad idea. What do you guys have?" Tae seemed to ignore the request to wait fifteen minutes, getting up to search Jungkook's kitchen for something sweet.
"Hmm... Hmmm..." He opened the fridge, his eyes immedietly darting to two interesting specimens. Both of them in mini form, one chocolate one strawberry... "How does cheesecake sound?"
"Ah, sounds delicious... But they're Jimin's." Jungkook sighed, pretending to keep some sense of dignity infront of Tae. This got a raised brow from Tae, and he clicked his tongue in disbelief.
"Jimin isn't here, you know. I don't think he will mind if you eat up his cake." He began grabbing both of the desserts, and a spoon. Just one.
He had a theory, or... challenge of his own to test out.
"Noooo.... I can barely move, can't eat any more." Jungkook laughed, purposefully sounding weak as he watched Tae draw closer. But that was the thing... Tae was coming closer. And closer.
"Just try a little bit and see how you feel." He had a glass of milk with him, to help Jungkook wash the sweet, rich treats down. But Jungkook did not budge, keeping his hands in his lap stubbornly.
Tae kept a pokerface, sitting down next to Jungkook and looking at him with cold, daring eyes. "If you can't move, that's okay. Just open your mouth up for me, like you did earlier." Tae reassured, beginning to open up one of the containers. He scooped a nice, big creamy bite of the strawberry cheesecake, making sure to get a chunk of fruit in the bite as well.
Something really nice and decadent for his Kooky.
With no complaint, Jungkook opened his mouth, his eyes lidded as he took in the bite for Tae. Then as he chewed, and he didn't bat an eye at Tae preparing a second bite quickly. Leaning comfortably back against the couch, he spent more time focusing on unsticking the dessert from the roof of his mouth than on how many bites Tae was feeding him.
Very soon, the taste of strawberry was replaced with chocolate, and Jungkook looked over to see that Tae had already managed to feed him the first mini cake... Fuck. He had been trying really hard to stop eating whole desserts.
Atleast, within the last twenty four hours... But a mini cheesecake wasn't too big of a deal, right? And two... well that was just the next step up. Not a big step...
Jungkook closed his eyes as he took in the new taste, loving the bitter kiss of the rich chocolate. Tae couldn't hold back the small laugh of joy he made from watching Jungkook enjoy his food so much. He put the dessert and spoon down to pick up the glass of milk, bringing it up to Jungkook's lips.
"Oops, here... Let's wash away that strawberry taste first." Tae said in a calm, relaxed tone. Like he was reading a bedtime story, and had tripped over his words. He held Jungkook's chin lovingly, tipping it back to meet the glass as he had him drink almost the whole thing. Only did he bring the glass away from Jungkook's lips when a small dribble of the white liquid slipped down his chin.
Tae chuckled, setting the glass down and patting Jungkook's back expectantly. What he was expecting was what he received, and Jungkook opened his mouth to let out a low, long belch. His stomach twitched, struggling to push in with how full he was. Then he burped again, against his fist.
"Let it all out, big guy." Tae cooed, placing a hand on Jungkook's belly to give it slow, gentle rubs. Occasionally he brought his hand up to Jungkook's chest to feel how big and soft his pecks had gotten. The way his hand gripped against Jungkook's soft flesh was etched in desperation.
As of late, Tae had been inspired by Jungkook's rapidly changing physique in pushing himself to go to the gym. And now, sitting on this couch with the younger man, Tae could not feel prouder... The soft flesh of JK's pudgy stomach was a laughable comparison against the defined muscles in Tae's arms. As the weeks had passed, it seemed like Tae would soon surpass Jungkook's deadlift weight. Though... definetly not his weight class.
Now halfway through the second mini cheesecake, Tae couldn't help but smile as Jungkook practically whimpered with each bite. between every few bites, Jungkook would pant and let Tae massage a small burp out of his poor, stretched stomach.
Tae's eyes glanced towards the fridge... And he wondered what Jimin would think if Tae managed to get their Kooky to drink down the rest of that gallon of milk.
That certainly would be an interesting challenge...
a personal curation of pictures where I thought BTS members looked particularly round and that I have saved in my phone.
please feel free to add your own additions.
increadible, impecable. i don't even remember where this is from
absolutetly amazing. look at those cheeks. during his most recent tour seokjin has gotten so slim T-T he looks hot, but i have been returning to this image often.
the inflated shirt is my roman empire
the turtleneck giving him a lil double chin. YOU WILL ALWYAS BE FAMOUS IN MY HOUSE
THESE TWO! DONT GET ME STARTED LOOK AT HIM. ROUND.
you will notice a lot of these are seokjin. i dont have any comments about that.
this one went triple platinum on my mind.
okay i think thats everything im willing to squeeze into a post... please i would love to see your own personal favorites.
Barely able to walk, Jungkook has to face the reality that without Jimin he canāt do much anymore. And Jimin? Well he makes perfectly clear what a big, fat and useless hog Jungkookās turned into. Jimin could get Jungkook to agree to anything if he was an asshole, which he wasnāt. Or was he?
Hi Yall! Wanted to see if anyone would be interested in joining me in doing a mini chubtober this year?
I am not only a huge fan of halloween but also HUGE chubtober enthusiast lol. I thought that since this is my first year as an official author I wanted to give myself a little bit of a writing challenge! The full 31 days are a bit too much work for me currently, so I thought about sizing it down to a week of ~spooky~ prompts.
Chubtober Week 2025 (10/25-10/31):
Day 1: Curses, Spells, & Witchesā¦oh my
Day 2: Ghostly Goodness
Day 3: Fall Feast
Day 4: Mad ScientistĀ
Day 5: Candy Craze
Day 6: Eerie Encounters
Day 7: Wicked Whimsies
Of course anyone joining is free to substitute any days you want or add anything to the existing prompts. I made this as a very self indulgent list š with all the prompts I personally wanted to write so again feel free to change it up to your own interest!!!
Boosting this great idea! Iām definitely going to try and participate in this!
Also, itās hilarious, Cherry and I were just talking today and before I even saw her post in the community, I had asked her what she thought about me hosting a 12 Days of Chubmas event this year! What a coincidence!
The holidays will definitely be hot in 2025! š„µ
Reblog this post if youāre interested in joining! āļø
Hello all active members of the BTS Weight Gain Slash Feedism Community! š
You all may have seen the notices about Tumblrās newest creation, The Community Pages. I havenāt seen anyone make one for our little hedonistic corner of the internet yet, so I went ahead and made one myself!
It is a private community, so therefore it is unfortunately invite only. If you want to check it out please feel free to message me or a moderator for an invite link!
Folks will be accepted if they have a profile picture and name other than the default, have been shown to have interacted with content related to K-Pop weight gain in the past, whether making their own content, liking it or reblogging it, and have their age in their profile or a Carrd. The Community is labeled Mature due to obvious reasons, so only those 18+ (or pretending to be) will be accepted.
Warning though, Tumblr has made it so that only main or primary blogs (not secondary or side) can participate. Because of this not only will you see my main masquerading as pudgecuddles on there, but you will also not be able to join as your side blog if thatās the one you use most frequently here.
So please only join in you feel comfortable outing yourself to other members of the community as your main account. I trust and feel comfy with yāall knowing who I am, so itās not a big deal for me personally, however I know some folks here feel differently and thatās okay!
(If youāre a main blog that has no BTS WG content on it, but want to join, just let us know your side blog handle and weāll check that one instead.)
Honestly, all I ask is that you spread the word of this Community being a thing through reblogging this post.
I have never asked anyone to reblog anything Iāve posted in my life, cause Iāve always found organic interaction to be most fulfilling, but Iām doing it now because thatās the only way to get the word out there to folks that I donāt know yet, that may be active and enthusiastic members of the unofficial community that want to find like minded individuals.
My only Mod at this point is @tae156 so please contact them or me about joining. š I promise weāre friendly!
And hey, thank you for reading this crazy long post. Youāre a rockstar! š¤
Hi all members of the BTS Weight Gain / Kpop Feedism Community! š
The OG @pudgecuddles has created a community to act as a forum where we can all engage, talk and bounce ideas about BTS weight gain. It should hopefully act as a nice space for us all to chat and get to know each other, so please message either of us if you would like to join. This is also open to accounts who may write or mainly focus on other kpop grouos, but do have an interest in BTS too (I.e., if you read BTS fics but donāt write them, you are welcome :)).
please read the above for more detail and do let us know if you have queries.
major thanks to pudgcuddles for setting this up š.
Summary: This is a bit experimental (or weird), and maybe a bit predictable, but I had fun writing it. This is a story about an important relationship in a fat guyās life, and the risk of taking things for granted. Itās also a story about coping (or not coping) with change.
Hope you enjoy!
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I donāt know how much more of this I can take. I can only handle so much. Itās one thing to be taken for granted, thatās something we all have to live with. Itās just the total lack of acknowledgment, or even awareness that Iāve been under a lot of pressure lately. I swear, one of these days, Iām just gonna snap and call it quits.
A little bit about me: Iām stylish, polished, and pretty easy on the eyes, if I do say so myself. Born in Poland, but my background is SwedishāIām European, at heart. The name is Anders, but no one actually calls me that. Iām not super high-maintenance, once you figure me out, but everyone needs a little attention from time to time. Some tending.
Especially living with Max.
Iāve known Max for a while, and heās not a bad guy. He can be a little rough sometimes, and maybe a little careless, but it doesnāt come from a bad place. I think itās just a lack of self-awareness. And letās be honest, thatās a common problem among pretty-boy jocks.
The trouble with Max is that heās not the pretty-boy I once knew. Heās changedā¦ heās grown. I mean, heās literally grown. Grown by about a hundred pounds, if I had to guess, and counting. Over the course of our time together, Iāve gotten pretty familiar with his ass, and Iāll admit, itās a great one. But, boy, heās got a lot more ass for me to handle these days.
Itās not insurmountable, not yet at least. But Iām worried itās getting there.
It started out simply enough, the innocent midnight snacks and occasional takeout treats. No problem, right? Twunks can afford to indulge a little, especially a hot commodity like Max. But then, you get comfortable. You settle into a routine, you let yourself go. Thatās the thing about creatures of beauty: one minute youāre the hottest guy in town, trim and toned, with a golden tan and handsome face and perfect, silky hair. The sort of guy who only seems to exist in a Hollywood version of reality. But then, inevitably, something happens. Sometimes tastes change, or maybe youāre the one doing the changing.
I wonāt deny, Iām not in the same shape I was when I entered Maxās life for the first time. Any long-term relationship comes with the normal wear-and-tear. Max, though, has taken it to a whole new level.
The little snacks become big snacks. The extra meals go from āoccasionalā to āfrequentā to āeverydayā. Gluttony takes over. A 32-inch waist becomes a 36-inch waist becomes a 40-inch waist; size-small shirts are discarded in the back of the closet, soon joined by ill-fitting mediums, and then by larges, stretched out of shape by a gut that wonāt stop getting bigger. Max used to flit around the apartment like a bird; now he lumbers like an elephant, heavy footfalls and a slow, waddling gait. His own warning systemāyou can hear him coming.
On paper, I know I should be trying to help lighten the load. And itās not like Iām totally unappreciated; there are days when he comes home from work, legs tired and arms loaded down with takeout, and I can tell heās genuinely happy to have me. But it doesnāt last long. Once dinnerās over, Iām back to being ignored while he sits on the couch, gorging himself in front of the TV, until he comes around again to stuff his face at the next meal. Which, to be fair, is pretty often these days.
It sounds cruel, the way I talk about his escalating weight, his increasingly-indecent greed. Iām not trying to be mean. I just wish heād consider how it might affect me. I have to live with him, and heās starting to cramp my style. But itās not like I can say anything. I just have to sit there in silence, while he eats and eats, grows and grows, piling on pound after excess pound. And the way he eats, moaning and licking and slurpingā¦ itās downright pornographic.
250 starts to feel like a lowball as the months go by. Heās pushing me to my limits without even realizing it. Iāve never had to deal with a guy this fat before, a guy whose big, round bubble butt would hang over the side of even the most substantial chair. And I, personally, am not āsubstantialā. Iām pretty thin; itās just how I was made. I thought Max was made that way, too.
I start trying to make my frustration known, but like I said, I canāt just come right out and say something. So I try a little subtlety; a small groan every now and then when he throws himself down at the dinner table for another round of hedonism. If he notices, he doesnāt care. He just keeps upping the ante.
And upping just about everything else: his pants size, his portion sizes, the size of his monster-truck ass and thunder thighs. They press together whenever he sits down, now, lard against blubber. Not like in the old days when his legs were lithe and lean. His moobs bulge against every tank top, his pudgy arms pack his sleeves, his love handles blossom over the top of every waistband like ripening tropical fruit.
In occasional moments of self-pity, I hazard a guess: how much does my man weigh now? 275 pounds? 300? Is he even trying to do something about it? Clearly not. He never works out anymore, unless you count working up a sweat over a third (or fourth, or fifth) slice of cheesecake. I honestly wonder if heās doing it on purpose, just to spite me. Or test me. But I know thatās crazyālike I said, sometimes I truly doubt he even thinks about what itās like for me.
But the problem is getting harder to ignore; he really throws his weight around these days. He heaves himself up off the couch. He rests a hand on the front of his bulging belly, barely restrained by some poor, threadbare top, back arching forward from the strain of it all (heās not a tall guy, which makes his increasingly S-shaped silhouette even more pronounced). He trudges from the living room to the kitchen and drops himself in front of the table like an anvil. When he sits down, his ass, spilling out of some indecent pair of jean shorts, spreads out like lava blanketing some hapless Roman hamlet.
Some nights, I strain underneath him, feeling absolutely crushed by his sheer weight, boundless mass bearing down on me with the force of gravity. How big is he now? I wonder, as I listen to him moan and groan with pleasure. 325? 350? Could he really have gained over 200 pounds? How could he not realize what heās doing to himselfāwhat heās doing to me?
Heās just so oblivious. I donāt even recognize him anymore. Iāve been starting to make noises about how uncomfortable I am, how much Iām struggling with his extra weight. But, as always, it falls on deaf ears. His tight little butt has become a pair of vast, ponderous globes, his abs and lats and obliques are encased in a spare tire that belongs on an 18-wheeler, his tits bulge out and dangle towards his armpits. And he just. Keeps. Going.Ā
Keeps eating. Keeps gaining. Keeps expanding.
Things reach a boiling point before dinner one night. I can see him piling up the table, unboxing some outrageous quantity of food for his secret nightly mukbang. Well, secret except for the consequences, which anyone with eyes could notice. āThereās a man who likes his foodā would be such a trite, vapid observation that it doesnāt even need saying. He doesnāt just ālikeā his food, he lives for his food. Food is practically a part of Maxās identity at this point.
Heās starting to lower his colossal ass to sit, and I can tell this is it. Tonightās the night. Fuck it, Iām done. Heās well past 350 pounds, and thatās too much weight for me to handle.
Maybe heāll appreciate me more when Iām not around. HejdĆ„, Max, it was nice knowing you! At least, it used to be.
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Max sat on the floor, rolls of fat still wobbling from the jarring motion of his fall. His chair had been complaining for a while nowāsqueaking and groaning every time he sat downābut he hadnāt expected it to actually break. What a load of bullshit! He wasnāt even that fat!
He looked around at the splintered wood, soreness radiating across his assāand not in a fun, post-fucking kind of way. At least his buttocks were nicely-padded. When he was bony, a slip on the ice hurt like all hell.
He was glad he was alone, or this would have been super embarrassing. At least no one was around to see him smash that chair like a pro-wrestler in a grudge match. He knew heād been overdoing it, but this wasnāt his fault. How could it be, surely he wasnāt that big? Just a little out of shape, in need of a few good workouts to shed some winter weight. It was just the cheap IKEA furniture he bought.
With a grunt, he started the process of heaving his monumental form to a stand. As he started to gather his momentum, he glanced at the ruined seat and frowned. He actually liked that chair. It was pretty comfortable.
At least, it used to be.
(Authorās Note: donāt forget to rotate your dining chairs!)
burping into his hand jungkook sank against the couch that has molded itself to his gigantic figure.
He groaned as he scratched his big jiggly belly and barley lifted up his ginormous ass to let out a fart.
God it always felt good to let it all go after a stuffing. Not that he was done of course. He still had half the meal to go. He just needed an earlier break than anticipated. Wouldnāt anyone after chugging thier first 1 liter of coke.
jungkooks belly gurgled making him bring a fist against his big chest. Sitting up a little straighter he let out a wet belch.
his stomach jiggled at the force of the gas. He brought his fat hand to rub his belly. Getting it ready to stuff more.
What he didnāt realize is that he forgot his other liters of soda on the kitchen cabinet and no meal is complete without his drink.
Although it would cost his fried chicken to cool a bit he decided getting up was worth it.
Jungkook has stopped wearing clothes at home since it restricted the little mobility he had left. The only thing he had on was his 3XL boxers which by the way were feeling extra snug already.
So he felt his whole body jiggle from tits to gigantic thighs as he tried to push himself up. Bad idea because immediately his stomach churned pushing a loud fart out of his rear. Jungkook scrunched his nose at the smell before finally being able to stand up.
His stomach bulged out in front of him causing him to lose sight of his feet and anything below a while ago. His belly jiggled with each step.
He reached the kitchen with consistent releases of gas on the way there. Maybe he should open up a window itās starting to stink a bit.
Grabbing the bottles he waddled back before āgracefullyā sitting on the coach which gave the loudest creak from trying to hold Jungkook up.
Immediately Jungkook grabbed his bucket of chicken and dug in. He barley took any breaks as he was already in his last one. Licking the grease of his fingers he grabbed his soda and pushed his face back in rebuttal at the fizz causing his double chin to protrude.
He brought the bottle to his mouth and gulped the liquid like his life depended on it.
he didnāt put the bottle down until it was done. Tossing it somewhere he brought his chubby hands to his stomach kneading and trying to find-
UUUURRRRPPP
found one. Itās was non stop. Jungkooks belches would be short or a drawn out belch.
After his gas died down a bit he began his next meal. The tub of ice cream
Jungkook knew better than to eat this right? I mean he was lactose intolerant for Peteās sake but a glutton is a glutton.
He was halfway there when he made a face. His whole body shook at the gas being released by his rear
He could feel himself jiggling by the force. He regrets not opening that window but oh well this is delicious.
Ditching the spoon jungkooks stuffed his whole face in the container only coming up to burp and whine at the gigantic farts he was letting rip.
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