After settling their little escapades, Yoongi and Jimin finally decide to court each other properly. When jealousy of Taehyung’s belly opens up a door for the blonde Alpha to realize how badly he wants to ruin Jimin’s figure, the both of them make an unholy deal. Meanwhile Jungkook gets to see a side of Taehyung he’d never thought to play out in his wildest dreams and relishes in it.
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Well, this is mostly just a smut without much plot chapter but that also needs to happen here and there lmao. I swear it's going to get real good! It's just very slooow going in the beginning lmao
Guess who wote this huge bitch of a story with me? You guessed correctly. My one and only @chubbymoongoddess! Go love her and follow or I will make one of the Omegas come over and sit on you until you do. >:c
After settling their little escapades, Yoongi and Jimin finally decide to court each other properly. When jealousy of Taehyung’s belly opens up a door for the blonde Alpha to realize how badly he wants to ruin Jimin’s figure, the both of them make an unholy deal. Meanwhile Jungkook gets to see a side of Taehyung he’d never thought to play out in his wildest dreams and relishes in it.
[read this chapter] or [read ch 1]
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Well, this is mostly just a smut without much plot chapter but that also needs to happen here and there lmao. I swear it's going to get real good! It's just very slooow going in the beginning lmao
Guess who wote this huge bitch of a story with me? You guessed correctly. My one and only @chubbymoongoddess! Go love her and follow or I will make one of the Omegas come over and sit on you until you do. >:c
Tags: Massive wolf hybrid Namjoon, farm animal hybrids, fat humans, unnamed prey, implied vore, digestion, heatwave, midwest carnival/fair vibes, hybrids are a bit dumb and therefore nonverbal in this au
Trained, domesticated wolf hybrid Namjoon is kept as an attraction at the traveling summer fair. Because each month, they have a fattest hog contest. And Namjoon usually gets to hunt the prize.
People love to submit their piggy hybrids for public weigh-ins, just for the fattest and dumbest pet awarded top hog... and then be placed in the massive arena surrounded by grandstands. People place bets on how long the piggy will last, as the huge thing happily stuffs its cheeks at a troph and waddles around. Proud and heavy as the livestock sports a shiny ribbon. Everyone in the stands cooes at how cute and dumb the farm animal is... until Namjoon is released and the real fun begins. The Hog Hunt.
The people love a good show, and Namjoon loves a slow, blubbery pig.
What the overfed wolf doesn't expect, is that the last few years of fairgoers are starting to look more and more like the piggies he hunts. During the hot, summer weeks of fair festivities, a surplus of people are admiring him and feeding him scraps while he lazes. They all gorge on funnel cakes, fried morsels, heavy cuts of meat, and sickeningly sweet treats. The herds of people flocking to the food stands are neverending.
The wolf takes in the sight, head cocked with interest. For the first time, he watches all of the round, tubbed up farmers and townspeople stuff themselves with a new perspective. It hits him. The fair is full of hogs being fattened. Just for him. The picnic tables are full of glutted piggies and empty plates, bellies pushed out and stuffed to the brim with greasy, buttery, sugary slop. The wolf pants, sniffing the air and separating the sickening, frying foods that the predator would never eat, with the scent of a whole herd of fattened livestock that the wolf definitely would wet his appetite with.
The greedy predator licks over his chops, spotting a particularly plump man gorging himself with food on a stick, and waddling towards Namjoon's pen to feed the lazy predator. The wolf purrs as his belly growls with hunger. That fresh, fattened meal looks much more appetizing than the food Namjoon is fed by his handler in-between Hog Hunts.
The wolf has to time everything right to pick off a prey when no one else will notice. But hours later, the wolf is glutted in his den at twilight. Panting, gut gurgling, and his dinner settling in remarkably well for an abrupt change in diet.
His owner cooes over the fattened pup, and gives Namjoon’s distended belly a doting pat. "Did my greedy puppy get fed a nice, fat piggy for dinner by the guests? Spoiled boy."
Namjoon purrs, the porker stuffed in his gut is most definitely as satisfying, if not more filling than a prey hybrid. His belly gurgles loudy, the glug heavy and pleased with the rich helping of fattened meat. A burp bubbles up, and Namjoon whines up at his handler, conveying that his dinner is so yummy, he can't even move.
Namjoon receives another warm rub to the curve of his gut, a ruffle between his ears, and an affectionately muttered,
"My good, fat pup~"
It's all the enabling that Namjoon needs to happily graze through the fresh buffet of fairgoers this summer.
Mini/m0ni || tooth-rotting fluff || established relationship.
His phone screen shone bright in the dimly lit room. The digital numbers on the screen read 3 A.M. and Namjoon still wasn’t home. Jimin frowned and checked his messages to see if any new texts from his boyfriend had come in and, to his disappointment, there were none. He hadn’t gotten a new message since midnight. The blonde’s pout became even more prominent as he texted Namjoon again.
Minnie 3:12am:
Joonie, are you okay? You haven’t spoken to me since midnight and I’m getting worried.”
After pressing send, Jimin stared at his screen for a few minutes, waiting and hoping to see those three little dots pop up that indicated that his boyfriend was replying to him.
Nothing came.
Another half hour and still nothing. Jimin’s anxiety was getting worse and worse with each second until he eventually couldn’t take it anymore. He tied up his hair, grabbed a jacket and made his way down to the company building. It was pretty much deserted inside. Everyone was at home, asleep, where he’d have loved to have been. He quickly made his way down the halls to one of the elevators before he was in front of the door to Namjoon’s studio. Jimin didn’t even knock, he just opened the door, fully intending to chew the older man out; but the sight before him made any and every complaint he had ready dissipate.
Namjoon was slumped over at his computer, cheek pressed against the keyboard with a document open. The letter ‘z’ was being pressed down onto and when Jimin looked closer, he noticed the document had a few hundred pages of just the letter ‘z.’ With a soft chuckle, Jimin gently caressed his boyfriend’s cheek, down to his jaw before leaning to press a soft kiss to his temple.
“Sweetheart, wake up.”
Jimin hummed against Namjoon’s skin, smiling once he felt the older man under him slowly start to stir. He pulled back enough for Namjoon to sit up, his hand sliding to the older man’s back and rubbing slow circles into it.
“Min? Why are you here? What time is it?”
“It’s almost four, honey. You must’ve fallen asleep while working again.”
Jimin laughed at the look of realization that slowly turned into one of horror once Jimin’s words sunk in and Namjoon immediately began to apologize.
“Baby, I am so, very sorry for making you wait. I didn’t even realize I had fallen asleep? I promise I didn’t mean to ignore yo-”
Jimin presses his finger to his boyfriend’s lips with a small smile, leaning in and slowly removing it once he knows Namjoon isn’t going to say anything more. He presses his lips to the older man’s in a tender kiss, reaching to brush his fingers through Namjoon’s ashy blond hair.
“You don’t have to apologize for anything, silly. You always work so hard, I don’t blame you for falling asleep. But, this isn’t the place. Come on, let’s get you home so you can actually sleep comfortably.”
The younger took a step back, spinning Namjoon’s chair and him around before he grabbed his hands and pulled the taller man to his feet. Raising himself slightly to press one more kiss to Namjoon's lips, Jimin then turned to lead his boyfriend out of the building and down to his car. Jimin made sure to open Namjoon's door for him and buckled him in, having to lean over the taller man to do so. After getting his boyfriend settled, Jimin made his way to the driver's side, buckling himself and starting the car to drive them home. It wasn't a long drive, fifteen minutes at most; but Namjoon was already dozing off again by the time Jimin had pulled into the driveway. With a small, fond shake of his head, Jimin got out of the car and moved over to the passenger side, opening the door and unbecoming Namjoon. Before the older could get out of the car, Jimin turned around and crouched down, making Namjoon raise a brow.
“Come on. You're tired and I'm strong enough to carry you. I'm not going to make you wobble into the house and up the stairs and risk you stumbling and falling or something.”
Namjoon opened his mouth to protest, but the look on Jimin's face made him immediately close his mouth and pretend to zip his lips. Jimin smiled then and turned his head back around. He figured Namjoon's complaint would've been that he was too heavy. Yeah. Right.
Slowly, Namjoon moved himself onto Jimin's back, tangling his limbs around the smaller. Jimin lifted with minimal struggle, holding Namjoon firmly by the thighs. He kicked his foot back against the car door to shut it, pressing the lock button with his thumb before carrying his big, sleepy, puppy of a boyfriend up to the door and, once it was unlocked, into the house. Jimin quickly slid his shoes off before reaching to help Namjoon take his off, dropping them to the floor with a thud. Namjoon had his face nuzzled in the crook of Jimin's neck as he carefully and slowly carried him up the stairs and into their bedroom.
Jimin slowly slid Namjoon off of his back and onto the bed, laughing and trying to keep himself from cooing as he turned and witnessed the taller man struggling to keep his eyes open and focused on the blond in front of him.
“Almost done, Angel. I promise.”
He hummed softly, reaching to start undressing Namjoon. They've done this so many times, it's like instinct. Namjoon lifts his arms to help slide his shirt and coat off. He lies back and lifts his hips so Jimin can remove his underwear and pants and then his socks. Then, he's free to crawl under the warm covers to wait the few moments it takes for Jimin to undress himself. The moment he feels the mattress dip down, he's reaching out and enveloping the smaller blond in his arms, earning a squeak and a laugh from Jimin. He turns in Namjoon's arms, snuggling as close as he can to him and slipping a leg between his boyfriend's thighs. Before he nestles his head in the usual spot under Namjoon's chin, he presses one more kiss to his lips, letting them linger there for a few moments longer than usual.
“Mmlove you, My sun. Sweet dreams.”
Namjoon smiles, nuzzling his face into Jimin's hair, arms tightening around his waist.
This is pretty much based on my twit rp muse and his partner. I'll get into some more stuff as I slowly come back. For now, I hope y'all do enjoy this. I'll be putting this on ao3 as well, as soon as I get the invite for the new account I put in for.
[tw: wg story, edging, groping, slight exhibistionism, humiliation, stuffing, force-feeding, slight master/slave, degredation, dirty-talk, pig-play, fem dom.]
Zayne wasn't in his current office due to an unsuspected team meeting with other colleagues, so Lavandra took it upon herself to quickly go in there and steal the data needed on the usb stick to get out of there and report back to the Hunter's Association.
Too bad that she hadn't been in any kind of good luck lately and of course right as she was stealing vulnurable, top-secret data, she heared the heavy footsteps of Zayne outside the office.
Thinking quickly, she did the only thing she could and hid under the desk. When the door opened, the heavy huffing of the man waddling his way inside only assured her even more that it was indeed Zayne.
Damn it. Why is he in here now? I thought he had another meeting with his colleagues after lunch!?
The sound of a paper bag being put on top of the desk was followed by a very wide frame with a low hanging belly greeting Lavandra's view as Zayne sat down in the way too small office chair. A chair obviously made for an average person sitting in it. It creaked dangerously when the man let himself rest as he exhaled exhaustedly in it. His wide sides spreading over and around the too tight arm rests. Just having to look at it made Lavandra feel uncomfortable.
Her thoughts were literally pushed to the back of her head when Zayne pushed himself forward to properly sit at the desk and basically englufed Lavandra's face in his belly until her head hit the back of the desk's front cover. She let out a muffled groan from the pain spreading at the back of her head.
Zayne's belly startled and he began to push back and look what just happened. However before he could do so, the door to his office opened once more and another person entered with a rather irritated voice.
"Dr. Li, What are you doing here? Our meeting is about to start."
Zayne played it cool, by now he must know that it was Lavandra under his desk alone from the little squeak of pain she'd let out after being face slapped with his belly hang. "Dr. Senti wanted some documents. I'll need a few minutes. I'll join you right after this is done."
Lavandra couldn't see anything but Zayne's belly pressing against her face and feel the warmth of the man's belly spreading around her cheeks. With almost non-existing self-control her hands reached upwards to heft Zayne's belly up a little. Feeling its girth and heaviness around her hands. Gods, this man would be the death of her.
His belly felt so god damn heavy it made her press her legs closer together and repress a groan.
The scene over the desk showed a very flustered Zayne forcing down his emotions as his cheeks slightly turned a darker shade of red. His eyes widened slightly at the sudden fondling, his belly was receiving, beneath the desk, hiding an even bigger secret. Dr. Won really needed to leave his current office.
"Fine," Dr. Won replied and crossed his arms as he strolled closer to the desk which caused Zayne to lean further forward and open the folder in front of him to hide Lavandra better. "-I'll wait for you here."
"By all means." Zayne said in a cold, bored tone and flipped through the papers. Oh, this was a hassle. He couldn't focus on the task he had fabricated while getting groped and fondled and was starting to sweat from how hard his thickening member was pushing against his fat pad beneath his sweat soaked briefs.
The only reason he'd come in here was to give Lavandra some more extra time in accessing the needed data to proof this facilities illegal protocore manifacturing. Now both of them were compromised if Dr. Won took another step around the desk or got too suspicious.
And Lavandra not being able to control herself really wasn't helping beneath that damn desk. Zayne opened up his tie a little as more heat rushed into his plush cheeks. His breathing slowly growing heavier as he kept adjusting his glasses and pretended to read through the spreadsheet.
"Standing there and observing me won't speed up the process Dr. Won, I highly recommend to go ahead and-" Zayne jumped a little in his chair, his right hand gripping the pen a little too hard as he tried to compose himself.
She'd not truly just lifted his belly high enough and massaged the little bit of his dick that was still poking out from his fat pad while Dr. Won was still in here with them. Oh she really had it coming later.
"Are you... alright Dr. Li?" Dr. Won's brows furrowed in confusion. Eyeing the doctor a little suspicously.
"Yes, yes. I'm just, my stomach's a bit upset from lunch." Zayne lied.
Lavandra couldn't help the grin spreading across her wicked face as she held up Zayne's belly even higher, pushing it against the top of the underside of his desk and opened his fly silently to truly get to the good part.
She fucking is not. Zayne thought to himself and pressed his moalers together to supress a groan.
"You seemed fine making your way over here." Dr. Won grumbled to himself and stepped a little closer to get a better look which made Zayne push himself further against the desk, involuntarily tormenting himself further.
Wrong move. It caused his, now apparently freed tip of his dick, to slide right into Lavandra's waiting deviant of a mouth.
"Hah-!" Zayne's hands went up to crush them over his mouth. having to think fast, he leaned onto his ellbows and hid his entire face in his hands to groan in pain.
"Are you sure you are alright?" Dr. Won asked, taking a step back and feeling a little awkward.
Zayne couldn't speak. His face was as red as the ripest tomato as he muffled his groans and bit the inside of his palm. When Lavandra began to play with his crown to tease, the man unintentionally thrusted forward a little.
"Yeah. I'm- I'm fine." He huffed as more sweat accumulated on his red face. "Like I said earlier, I just got an upset stomach."
"Well, I mean." Dr. Won let out a weird laugh that just didn't fit the vibe and scratched the back of his neck. "With the amount you ate as if you were at an all you can eat buffet and half of that being nothing but sweets I don't blame your stomach to be upset about it."
Lavandra couldn't help herself as a fresh wave of wetness soaked her panties hearing Zayne get humiliated like that. She also knew that the doctor loved public humiliation. The thickening of his cock and the eager twitch was proof enough.
"Probably. I just couldn't help myself with how delicious the cafeteria's food looked."
"Obviously." Zayne could see and feel the lingering stare of how Dr. Won looked him up and down. The longer he did, the more disgusted he looked.
"Dr. Li. I got to ask. You are-"
"A heart surgeon, correct. Get to the point." Zayne replied sternly, although he couldn't stop his dick from twitching and slightly thrusting while Lavandra performed an edging spectable as if her life depended on it.
"My point being your current weight. If anyone in this line of work knows how damaging adipositas is to the most important organ in a human's body, it would be you." Dr. Won answered condescending.
Lavandra knew, if Zayne could right now, he'd moan and lift up his belly to give her better access. With the doctor being unable to do so, she couldn't help herself but work even harder.
"That is also correct." Zayne agreed as he wiped a bit of sweat off of his face.
"How can you be so disinterested in your own health?" Dr. Won sounded absolutely shocked with how little regard his fellow colleague showed about his own degrading health condition.
"Dr. Won. I don't believe questioning a guest at your facility about their private life is very professional nor does it offer any results into my generously offered knowledge about protocores, does it now?" Zayne's voice, despite the doctor being so worked up, delivered his lines ice cold with a tint of annoyance in it.
"Of course. I overstepped and apologize." Dr. Won finally stepped further back and turned around, heading to the door. "I shall take my leave then and let the other's know you'll be arriving shortly after me."
"Yes, do that." Zayne rubbed his temple to get the act going and waited until his office door clicked shut. Once the footsteps faded into nothingness he scooted backwards and glared at his own belly.
"Now then. What do you think you are doing down there, Snowdrop? I don't believe this will give you the desired evidence that the Hunter's Association requieres you to attain to file a case against this facilities illegal protocore manufacturing." Zayne was panting slightly and pushed his belly around in a way that made Lavandra's shit eating grin more visible.
"Oops." She glanced up at him, licking her lips that had drops of pre-cum marinating it.
"You are impossible, do you know that?" Zayne groaned and decided to rip his tie open to get some god dammed air into his lungs.
"The only thing that's impossible here is deep throating you with how little of your thick cock is still peeking out between your fat pad, Dr. Li." Lavandra teased, flicking a finger beneath his crown until her finger pushed deeper in between the sweaty, moist fat pad swallowing the rest of his rather large cock.
The man shuddered and tried to control his breathing. "And yet here you are."
"And yet here I am." She began to lick a fat stripe up his bare gut until her tongue disappeared in Zayne's double belly fold.
"Fuck!" Zayne hissed.
"I wish you'd still be able to even do that Dr. Li. However, I believe you stopped being a stud the moment you got out of breath just standing for a few minutes. Your cock's way too far gone to really rail be properly anyway." Lavandra smacked his belly for emphasis of 'the problem that was in the way.'
Zayne's belly wobbled aggressively, causing a wave that spread all the way around to his swollen side and behind his fattened and plush bubble butt.
All of the degrading talk was nothing but a sweet symphony to the former lean doctor as he groaned in pleasure. Lavandra knew how to dirty talk and get him going.
"I'm yours." He panted, desperately pulling up more of his heavy hanging belly that had ripped open a few buttons at some point while Lavandra had pleasured him for her own amusement.
"Good boy." She began to wrap her hand around his cock to awfully, punishing slowly beginning to stroke him once more.
"Now. Your colleagues can start the meeting without you I believe." She crawled a little further out beneath the desk and grabbed the paper bag to grab one of the short cakes hidden inside.
"You know, when you so rudely pushed my face against the front cover of the desk with your fat belly I could hear how hungry that thing still was. I think we should fix that, no?" She held up two of the short cakes she'd already unwrapped while teasing the man.
When Zayne didn't take it immidietly her eyebrows rose in a dangerous glare daring him to deny her.
"Well? I'm waiting."
"Y-Yes." Zayne knew better by now to use his hands, instead he leaned a little further down, letting Lavandra see his double chin doubling up making his face look even fatter than it already was, and took both short cakes into his mouth.
Lavandra shoved the rest in until Zayne sounded like he was choking a little. She patted his belly like you'd pat a dog for being a good boy and smiled with a gleam in her eyes.
"That's it. Such a good boy for me, eating from the hand that always feeds him. You're such a good piggy, are you not, Zayne?"
Hearing her say his name in combination of degrading him as her 'good pig' made the doctor groan in the back of his throat and he eagerly opened his mouth for another round of short cakes.
"More. I need more, please. I need you to stuff me so full that I'll struggle to get out of this chair later." Zayne barely finished his sentence when he felt a harder push of short cakes being pushed into his waiting mouth.
At this point his needy, sex-driven brain wouldn't even care if the mission failed by his colleagues getting in here to check why he was taking so long. He'd probably even come right then and there being watched and seen like the fat, needy pig he'd turned into.
"Such a greedy hog today." Lavandra couldn't help but squirm as one of her hands kept playing with Zayne's swallowed up dick while she kept feeding him.
...
"The- the -hah- drawer to- to your left..." Zayne huffed in between more bites of short cakes.
"What's with it? Speak properly."
"There's some- some eclairs- c-candy and cookies hidden -ngh inside f-for you to feed me." Zayne could barely get his voice to function in between getting force fed and being edged for at least half an hour now.
Lavandra didn't wait and opened the drawer to access the goods. Of course her insiatable hog had more sweets hidden inside his own guest-office to constantly snack on. This sweet tooth of his would be his down fall. Well, if you ignored Lavandra's hand in abusing Zayne's lack of control when it came to desserts and all that.
"Gods, Dr. Li. What's all of this? You really need to watch your waistline before it no longer is able to squeeze through door frames. Snacking all the time is going to make you gain weight, you know that right?" She teased, knowing full well most of his swelling body had been caused my none other but herself.
Zayne was hers to ruin and mold into the perfect fattened hog. "But you just can't help yourself, can you? No matter how often you try to control yourself, you can't stop anymore, can you?"
"Y-Yes. Please- I- I need-" Zayne gasp when Lavandra fisted his dick a little too hard causing him sweet, tormented pleasure.
"You do not need, you will take what I give, hog." She shoved three cookies at once into his mouth.
"And right now? I think you need to finish all of your stash of snacks before I even consider thinking about giving you a reward and let you come."
Zayne's dick twitched. Oh she was cruel like that, alright. But he loved it so fucking much that restraining himself was getting very hard. He almost came just from her dirty talk just now.
"Yes."
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, Master."
"That's what I like to hear." Lavandra degradingly pat Zayne's upper, hardened belly and grinned. "Chop, chop, hog. Those cookies aren't going to eat themselves. You better hurry up before your colleagues come back to check on you."
Zayne moaned and accepted more cookies, chewing eagerly.
This day would ruin him completely in the best ways he could hope.
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/RLH: Sooo I normaly don't write thaaat much. You see, I'm more of a rp girlie, but sometimes I kinda get carried away and when the rare motivation hits me I just try to get it out of my system. Any Zayne mains enjoy your feast. Don't expect more, I kinda suck at making content lmao.
Now that I think about it. I should probably add all of these small stories on my pinned post for easier access. Hope you enjoyed!
I'm only reposting my own side-blog non bts related post because I feel bad for not being able to write much about bts at all recently. I'm too obsessed with Love and Deepspace, lmao. But this is a very hot 2.5k short story about edging, office force feeding and all that good shit so if you don't mind reading non bts-names feel free and enjoy to read this instead! <3 (It's M x F obviously, but the male lead char is the one being degraded hehe)
Or you could als always copy this thing and switch our the names with bts names.
Names to switch would be: Zayne (Main char who is fat and gets teased.) Lavandra (main fem character who feeds Zayne)
Dr. Won (Person who also kind of degrades Zayne)
Dr. Sentri (Mentioned once in a conversation, needing docs that Zayne is retrieving for him.)
Could you write something about jimin as a feedee. And have it based off of him in ays season 2 when he asks jungkook to make him pasta 3 times. Maybe also add in how he had to lie down on jungkooks lap after eating as he was very full.
(you better appreciate this, because THIS is the second and only time I have EVER in my entire career on this blog wrote something for someone else as request. You better feel special >:c <3)
Also: It gets a bit spicy. I don't do cutsie.
Jimin x Jungkook on their vacation
Jimin knew he should cut down on his food consumption now that they were finally finished with their military service. He'd gained a lot of weight due to the three full meals a day policity at the military base. However, Jimin just seemed to not be able to stop himself as easily anymore.
Just this morning when Jungkook had ordered crossaints, drenched them in butter and put jam on it, Jimin had struggled to keep sipping on his coffee.
Now? Now he was currently at his third helping of carbonara that Jungkook had made. So much for cutting down more for their comeback.
"Is it good?" Jungkook asked as he put another helping of cheesy, cream carbonara into Jimins bowl.
"It's devine." Jimin moaned when the cream hit his taste buds and melted his insides with the delicious aroma.
"Oh I can tell." Jungkook patted over Jimins bulging belly. "Someone's been endulging themselves a little too eagerly. See, that's what happesn when you skip breakfast. You get ravenous in the evening." He scolded with a fake pout on his face and pushed two cross baked pieces of ham onto Jimin's plate as well.
"Come on, help yourself. I know you're hungry."
"Guggie..." Jimin groaned but didn't stop stuffing more noodles into his puffy face. "You're enabling me, I gained so much weight ever since we started this vacation. You should be my good sense and take away the food instead."
"Oh?" Jungkook smirked and began to pull the bowl of noodles away from his boyfriend only to chuckle and shake his head when that very same boyfriend grabbed the bowl and held tightly onto it.
"Your words don't match your action, mochi boy." Jungkook poked Jimins straining belly and took a bite for himself.
"It's because you cook so good. I'm weak willed, Gug." Jimin whined and stuffed both ham pieces into his mouth at the same time.
Let's be honest here, Jimin knew very well what he was doing. The little pats he gave his belly when he wasn't in public, how he eyed his swollen body in the mirror after taking a shower. He knew he was gaining weight and it kind of turned him on. It just wasn't as easy to let go and indulge when his job was what it was. His fans would probably faint when they had their comeback if he continued like this.
If their fans knew that he enjoyed the feeling of his soft fat and that he liked the feeling of being utterly stuffed until he couldn't move anymore.
Yeah, he could never reveal that.
At least not to their fans. However, Jungkook? The man knew and Jimin had the faint believe that his boyfriend was actively cooking more unhealthy and in larger amounts to make him grow. They never explicitly spoke about a Feeder relationship, but Jimin wasn't blind. He could tell how often Jungkooks eyes wandered to Jimins belly or his lips when he stuffed more food into them.
The wildest nights they had were after Jimin was too fucking stuffed to get into bed which ended in Jungkook having to ligt and put him in bed later on. Jungkook had become especially touchy the past two weeks after every late night meal he 'wanted Jimin to try out' after their dinner.
So, it came to no ones spurprise when Jungkook stood up and prepared another helping of noodles with a different type of sauce for Jimin to eat.
Two servings turned into three. When his fifth bowl of noodles was gone, Jimin leaned back in his chair and groaned. "I'm so full I should stop before it's too much."
"You ate well tonight, Minie." Jungkook remarked and rubbed his own belly.
"Mhm. Do we still have the store bought cabonara from yesterday?"
"Yes it's in the fridge, why?"
"I bet you can make it taste better if you let your magic hands make a better sauce for it." Jimin mumbled and looked over at his boyfriend.
"It will be delicious. I can make it for you. Under one condition though." Jungkook stood up and casually walked behind Jimins chair to put his hands on Jimins shoulders.
"Which is?"
Jungkook leaned down and bit gently into Jimins ear to whisper, "You will eat all of it until it's finished without leaving anything left. I want you to lick that plate clean until not a speck of sauce is left on that plate, gotcha?"
"G-Gotcha." Jimin let out a shaky breath. Jungkook had never been this direct at his demands and hearing his deep voice demand him to eat everything just got Jimin hard an bothered.
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Catering to his boyfriends needs, Jungkook had dutifully cooked another helping of cabonara for Jimin to devour. And devour he did. Bite for bite his mouth opened wider, getting sauce to dribble down his chin and landing on his shirt which he then eagerly licked away.
It took him not more than ten minutes to lick everything clean as he had been told and lean back in his chair with a happy groan.
"Good job, baby. Licked everything clean like I said. Mhm, that deserves a reward, don't you think?" Jungkook hummed and gently rubbed over Jimins bloated belly.
"Of course, baby. Of course. Here, let me help you." Jungkook gently picked Jimin up with a huff, that man was getting heavier by the day, and sat down with him on the couch.
"There you go. Feeling better now?" Jungkook cooed.
"Rub my belly please." Jimin scooted down a little so his head could rest in Jungkooks lap instead.
"Such a demanding, little thing you are." Jungkook chuckled but did what he was told. He placed his hand over Jimins stuffed gut and began to circle it. Prodding a little on the sides and squeezing a little bit of extra fat there.
"Look at you. Eating so well for me until you were too stuffed to even walk on your own." Jungkook kissed Jimins forehead lovingly and used his second hand to play with his boyfriends hair.
"Because Guggie feeds me so well. Can't help it." Jimin mumbled with a soft smile on his face.
"And my Minie eats it so well. You're such a good boy."
"Do good boys get lots of kisses?" Jimin lolled.
"Oh, good boys get a lot more than just lots of kisses." Jungkook smiled, but for now, he'd oblige.
Heya! I made my firs side-blog dedicated to Love and Deepspace. I got hooked haha. This will be my one and only non bts post on my main blog. And if you also play Lads and are in europe, send me a dm or ask over on my new side-blog and let's be friends ingame! <3
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(psst. I already posted two chubby edits of Rafayel hehe x3)
Seokjin is a professional life coach. Or, what nobody knows, a very talented hypnotizer. His weekly sessions with a client, called Taehyung, are rough recently. Taehyung was going through a bad breakup and had started to gain a lot of weight.
So Seokjin decides to have a little fun and manipulate his client with 'power-words' in a way, that Taehyung doesn't notice. The life-coach conditions him through trance to eat and always be hungry and horny. When he is horny he needs to eat or can't cum.
When his stomach isn't filled he is hungry and needs it to always be burstingly full to be satisfied and not in pain. Taehyung starts to do this throughout the day but doesn't notice because of how Seokjin spoke the command through his trance.
When Taehyung keeps getting fatter and truly starts packing on the pounds, he panics and doesn't how what is happening, nor what to do. Seein as his life-coaches training doesn't help, Taehyung mentions to Seokjin that he is thinking about ending their weekly sessions for a while. Stopping that nonsense, Seokjin steps up his game creating the power-word 'pig-out' so that his client gets fatter faster without remembering a thing during their sessions. At least not until Seokjin says the magic words of 'Pig-In'. A very strong method to let the conciousness of his client be subdued and be taken over by the crafted persona the coach wants it to be.
After a few weeks of this and Taehyung continously ripping his seams, getting stuck in his chairs and being out of breath from waddling around his place, he has enough.
He calls in an urgent meeting with his life-coach and tells him that he wants to end their sessions. That he feels like Seokjin is not truly listening to his problems and that he hasn't given Taehyung the help he needs right now. That this will be their last session. He wants to quit.
While listening to the entire thing, Seokjin, as the sadisting asshole he is, just starts to grin and reveals that the weight gain of Taehyung's has to do with how the coach has conditioned him. He tells Taehyung in very great and horrendous detail all the things his client has done during 'pig-out' times throughout their weekly sessions for over a month now.
The more Seokjin speaks, the more horror is written all over Taehyungs face. He looks sickenly ashen and feels like throwing up. Gasping for air as he begins to panic when Seokjin is finished. Taehyung hates how nonchalantly his life-coach sits there in his chair, both hands crossed into each other while resting his chin on them on the table. Tahyung feels the anger rise and begins to yell at his life-coach that he will call the authorities and get the man arrested. That his actions surely must be illegal! That it's his body and not the coache's to do whatever he wants with it.
A few tears begin to prick at Taehyung's eyes as he keeps asking and sobbing 'WHY' and 'HOW' as well as 'TURN ME BACK'. When the second wave of anger takes him, Seokjin interrupts.
"So far I have only turned your inner pig on during our sessions and then turned it back off. Since you've been so rude and ungreatful to me I think it would be fun to see what, little pig-you will do if it has full control for more than just our little hourly session, don't you think?"
Taehyung is terrified, frantically shaking his head and trying to grab his mouse to end the online session. However, before he can manage, the coach says one simple word.
"Pig-Out"
Weeks later, Taehyung truly takes in the room for the first time. He is on the phone. Why is he on the phone? And who is he talking to? His chest feels tight and something heavy is laying on top of him which makes it hard to move. Skin coated in sweat, Taehyung feels fresh horror run through his body. On the other end of the line is his ex-life-coach.
"Welcome back Taehyung. How has your little vacation been inside of your own head? Your pig has done quite a good job while it took over for you. Have a look."
His eyes wander to the large mirror that's set up in front of his double bed. Since when did he have a double bed? What he sees makes him tremble in fear. In front of him lays a man, so absolutely massive that this has to be a dream. Taehyung is massive. He can barely recognize himself. Before he lost all of his memories during that last session he must have gained over 400 pounds. The weight that's pressing him to the bed is his own fat, lard of a blob body. He doesn't know if he can even get up anymore. What in the world has Seokjin done to him?
"Please. Please stop this." Taehyung sobs.
"Oh, but we've just started, honey~"
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Ehm, so... yeah. I told you my juices are back! I keep having good plot ideas and actually am writing them down. WooooW. My masterlist is gonna get so much longer lmaooo.
today is my birthday and my best friend bought me the new ANNO Pax Romania game and we watched ghibli movies so I had a wonderful day.
And I got a new phone and finally have a nice camera to take photos with and it makes me so happy that that phone also can run games now <3
not so much spooky but still really enjoy the wya it came out!! its not fall in the southern hemisphere so i had to chanel my northern hemisphere energy for this
tags: namgi , strangers to lovers , coffee shop au , chef yoongi , regular namjoon , stuffing , pinning
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Namjoon is a very supportive customer.
He believes in a little something called brand loyalty.
There’s pride in being considered a regular, he enjoys baristas knowing his order, his name.
Knowing the staff member’s name, hopefully builds enough trust with them that they can relax their customer-service smile whenever Nmajoon comes in.
Sometimes even getting slivers of their day, their concerns, their victories.
Just leaving his mark around the places that left a mark in him.
You don’t need to do anything remarkable to make a connection with people.
And, hey, the special treatment isn’t so bad either.
Namjoon frequents the bakery a few blocks away from his work. Usually stopping by before his shift for a little sweet treat he’ll stash in his office until he needs a pick-me up. Or sometimes stopping by after his shift is done to bring something home after a long day.
Hell, sometimes he stops before and after!
Yoongi, the owner, really spoils him. Often giving him some freebies or a discount.
Not that it matters to Namjoon, Yoongi’s pastries, cookies and cakes are some of his favorites around Seoul.
And… The fact the sweet baker is so handsome definitely lures Namjoon to keep coming back.
Fall is right around the corner, the trees turning all shades of red, yellow, and burgundy. The colors frame the bakery beautifully.
The chilly air makes Namjoon rush inside. Besides, any day now, they’ll start selling their fall products, which he can’t wait for!
He has to show up everyday to see if they’re out yet… Obviously.
The scent of the palace already makes a smile grow on his face. A lot emptier than he is used to seeing the bakery, jazzy but tender piano solos play from the speakers while a few customers enjoy their drink, or snatch a bite of a muffin while reading a book.
Its a lot later than he is used to coming, he had to stay in a little later at work. Still, the counter looks abundant with a colorful variety of thick and soft cookies, flaky stuffed pastries, and tall, decadent cake slices.
“You’re in later than usual. I was wondering if you were gonna show up, or if you had gone into some sort of health kick.” Yoongi’s tone is friendly but teasing. Namjoon likes to think he allows himself to be playful with regulars like him.
Though it would be even more rewarding if there weren’t regulars like him.
His eyes scan Namjoon up and down as he walks in towards the register. “Pft! Never.” He chuckles, almost poetically feeling the way his overhang sits on the counter as he pulls out his wallet.
“Can I have two lemon and pistachio cookies, and a slice of the basque cheesecake?”
“Of course.” The baker can’t seem to hold his own smile. “You’re giving our summer items one last taste?”
“I was wondering when you guys were gonna start your fall line.” Conversation is easy, but Namjoon can never let himself be fully at ease in front of Yoongi.
The baker’s intense stare makes Namjoon feel so big.
It's kind of addictive.
“Oh? You’re excited to try them?” He smiles mischievous, as if knowing he is asking the most obvious question ever.
Still, Namjoon plays along. “Desperately.” He takes back his card and lets his hand sink under his belly to stuff his wallet into his front pocket.
Reaching behind him had become… Somewhat of an unnecessary struggle.
“Well… I wouldn’t offer this to anyone else.” Yoongi’s words make Namjoon stop in his tracks. “But I’m actually working on them right now.”
For the first time in all the years he’s chosen this establishment, Yoongi seems bashful as he continues. “Do you have time to wait until we’re closed?”
Namjoon’s brain goes blank. “I–I do.” He feels his own cheeks heating up.
“Then… Then you could act as my taste tester, hm?”
“Taste…tester?” Namjoon tilts his head, Yongi seems to have become more flustered at the idea of having to explain himself.
“Just… Just stay after closing. And you can try the fall items I’m working on.” His face is flushed pink, and it makes him look impossibly cuter.
Namjoon can barely hold his smile. “Deal.” With one final nod, he begins to walk back to his usual spot.
Far away from the restrictive booths, and onto a chair. One of the few without armrests. Namjon is willing to theorize that they keep them around for him. It might be egocentric to think of it, but also, he’s continuously the biggest person in the bakery every time he walks in.
Though, he tends to get things to-go when he comes in this late, to enjoy at home.But if Yoongi himself is offering a private taste testing, Namjoon is staying right where he is.
Knowing he will be tasting food later, he shouldn’t eat any of the things he bought…
But there's still 30 minutes until closing… And Namjoon was already hungry an hour before his shift ended…
What starts off as a bite from half of one of the cookies ends with both cookies and an entire tall slice of basque cheesecake. Only noticing how much he ate as the last spoonful of creamy cake slides past his lips.
This is why he needs the chair without armrests…
He doesn’t get a chance to hide the crime scene, because Haeun, one of the baristas, starts stacking chairs on top of the tables, while Eunwoo sweeps the floor.
And Yoongi is walking right towards him.
“Hope you still have some room?” He asks with a playful tone.
Namjoon would like the Earth to swallow him whole.
“Lead the way.” He can only offer a shy smile. Setting both hands on the table before hauling himself up. Embarrassedly he scans for the reactions of the rest of the staff, who luckily pay them no mind.
Of course they know Namjoon, but walking behind the counter with their boss has Namjoon burning at the cheeks.
It's bizarre, to see the bakeshop he is so familiar with form this new angle, and venturing towards the kitchen door.
Although nothing could have prepared Namjoon for the sight Yongi had prepared for him.
“Oh my God…” Namjoon whispers, mouth agape. The counter holds a display of fall items from all shapes and sizes. Some he recognizes from the bakery’s permanent fall selection, and some he doesn’t. “Am I in heaven?” He chuckles.
“I just wanted to spoil our most loyal customer.” Yoongi’s confidence seems to boost when surrounded by his beautiful creations. “Besides helping me out and maybe doing some free labor.” He jokes easily.
“Oh please, I would gladly eat free pastries and give my opinion for every one of your items, seasonal or not.” Namjoon finds himself walking towards the feast, a tall but small stool next to the counter that he lets his ass sink into.
“What should I start with?” He smiles at Yoongi, who got caught examining the stool’s capability to hold all of Namjoon’s mass.
“O-Oh! Well I’m sure you recognize some of these. But I adjusted the recipe a bit… Let's start with those.”
“I’m definitely the right person to do this, I pretty much remember the taste by heart.” Namjoon chuckles, belly pressing against the cold counter as he leans closer to pick up a slice of their staple pumpkin pie.
The thought of everything he ate before this pops into his mind, as his hands bring the slice towards his lips.
But that thought completely disappears once his mouth opens around the thick slice.
Yoongi doesn't answer, teeth nipping at the cuticle of his thumb and hyperfocused on Namjoon; a small frown crowning his brow.
Probably just worried about the adjustments of his recipes, but Namjoon still feels squirmish under his hardened stare.
Though the baker has nothing to worry about, since the new blend of spices makes the pie all the more rich and flavorful. He finds a moan making its way out of his mouth.
“Good?”
Namjoon stifles a laugh at the ridiculous question. “Not just good. This is amazing.” He mumbles with full cheeks. Barely waiting to swallow before he is taking another bite.
“D-don’t eat too much, you gotta try everything else.” Yoongi’s voice sounds tight. Probably from Namjoon’s obscene display of gluttony.
It feels criminal to leave unfinished, but he sets down the slice. “Right… What else?”
Yoongi reaches out for the cacophony of plates and brings a fat cinnamon roll towards Namjoon’s chest. His eagerness makes his face burn, the baker doesn’t take a step back as Namjoon grabs the cinnamon roll and takes a big bite.
His entire expression perks up, tasting the fluffy but sugary frosting, and completely slumps and relaxes when the warmth of the cinnamon reaches his tongue.
Words die in his throat, busy on the pillowy thick dough. So he can only nod in approval, slow and lazy.
Once again, all of Nmajoon’s previous dishes make themselves known to him.
“I’m guessing this recipe also improved?” Yoongi’s voice and smile hold a teasing demeanour to them. Namjoon takes his time to swallow this time before answering.
“I don’t think there’s anything you could bake that I wouldn't like.” His voice sounds thick with frosting and cinnamon butter.
“I’m getting a very biased review.” The baker chuckles, crossing his arms but staying inside Namjoon’s personal bubble. His presence overwhelming.
“That’s what you get for asking someone who likes food a little too much.” Namjoon smiles back.
“Fair. But the customer who likes food too much is the one that spends the most money.” It feels like his voice lowers, and Namjoon feels completely exposed.
He does spend an embarrassing amount of money here.
And he looks like it.
Even though Yoongi is so much smaller than him, and in so many ways, yet he still towers over Namjoon with his presence. Making him feel a little cramped into his stool.
“Is that all I am? Just a way to make more money?” He asks, jokingly outraged.
Yoongi doesn’t dignify that question with a response. Instead shoving a macadamia cookie towards Namjonon’s lips.
“Just try it.” His voice comes out hushed, embarrassed by his own bold action.
But if the hoarse sound of Yoongi’s voice wasn’t enough, the way his torso brushes Namjoon’s side from where he is sat is more than enough to make him drop his jaw at the cookie pushing his lips open.
And as he chews, his taste buds explode with buttery, nutty cookie dough. He doesn’t make an effort to take the cookie out from Yoongi’s hand. Instead, his hands settle on top of his belly.
Everything he had eaten before really makes itself known, not only can Namjoon feel it inside. But the shelf of his belly protrudes with the familiar sensation of a bloat.
He opens his eyes and catches the bakery’s eyes following Namjoon’s hands closely. They’re so close, he can see the way Yoongi’s cheeks brun pink after being caught staring.
“G-good?” He asks to fill in the silence.
A smile spreads his cheeks, his dimples show. “Could use some filling, or macadamia chunks in.”
Yoongi nods absent mindedly. “Now you got critical, huh?" A smile teases at his lips.
“If you wanna shut me up, you know how.” Namjoon says, in a sudden moment of bravery.
Luckily, Yoongi seems to be feeling brave too. Shoving the caramelized apple pastry into Namjoon’s lips a little bit more forcefully than that first cookie.
He welcomes it, though. Jaw relaxed and ready. Yong’s face is impossibly closer, their eyes lock. And maybe it's that which gives Namjoon the courage to moan while his lips are still stretched around the pastry.
Or maybe it's the delicious flavor.
Either way, it's worth it to get the closest view of the baker’s face get impossibly redder.
“Please swallow before you give any tips this time.” Yoongi teases, though his voice is still breathy and hoarse.
The hand that isn’t holding the pastry up to Namjoon’s lips falls against his bloat, brushes against the customer’s own hand rubbing at his distended stomach.
Ironically, he can’t help but chuckle at Yoongi’s comment before he gets a chance to swallow.
“Don’t get bossy, I’m doing you a favor.”
“Are you?” Yongi smile,becoming more confident the further they push the limit. “I’m just giving you free food.”
“Food I was already paying for…” Namjoon smiles.
“Well I wanted to get your attention, and I did.” Even if his tone remains teasing, it loses its bite with the blush that warmed the baker’s face.
Namjoon is taken aback, letting only his heavy breathing fill the quiet room.
Everything he’s eaten till now yelling at Namjoon for his attention. He is so stuffed.
“My attention?”
Yoongi seems to shrink into himself.
“You can just take the rest home…” He avoids answering, the same way he avoids Namjoon’s eyes.
“Why would I do that?” A smile rounds his cheeks. “I wanna give you my opinion.”
Yoongi perks up, a shy smile on his face. “You’re full though.”
“Let me show you how to make room then.” Boldly, he takes Yoongi’s hand that's resting on the crest of his belly, and begins to guide in the soothing motions of a rub.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Day 4: Mad Scientist
Namjoon is working on a new “energy bar” and is ready to start trialling on mice. Everything goes according to plan until his roommate comes home early and throws a wrench in his experiment…but not all hope is lost.
“And you’re sure I won’t get alcohol poisoning from this?”
Jin scoffed faux-haughtily at his ex-college roommate. “Why on earth would I make something that would kill my best test subject? No, there’s not even a chance of you getting properly drunk off this stuff. The most you’ll feel is a bit buzzed.”
Jimin relaxed slightly, but still eyed the pint of beer in front of him warily. The once golden liquid had tinted light blue once Jin had dripped a drop of his newest serum into the glass. “It doesn’t look like beer anymore.”
“That’s cause functionally it’s not.” Jin pushed the glass closer to Jimin. “It’s got the tipsy effect of booze still, but without the alcohol content. You can have as many of these bad boys as you want and never need your stomach pumped! Now try it already.”
“But why me?” Jimin whined. “Why couldn’t you get one of your other friends to do this experiment?”
“Cause you’re the only guy I know that, if socially allowed, would have a beer with every meal. You love the stuff. Now drink!”
Jimin sighed before taking the glass in hand and stared at the sky blue beer. The things he’d do for this man…
Gulp!
Jin stared at Jimin’s face, waiting for his reaction.
Jimin smacked his lips at the odd flavor, crinkling his nose as he tried to place the taste. “It’s good.” He tongued the cavern of his mouth, chasing the remnants of the drink. “I like it.”
Jin released a relived sigh. “Good, now drink the rest of it! I need to see how drunk you get after three more.”
Jimin wanted to whine more. Once Jin got his mind on something he wouldn’t let up until Jimin did what he wanted. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Jin’s brilliance, he was sure that if Jin said he wouldn’t die that he wouldn’t die, but he still worried about unintended side effects…
“Fine, but you totally owe me so much fried chicken for this!”
Jin grinned, happy to get his way again. “Deal!”
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Four pints of beer in and Jimin felt no more than pleasantly buzzed. Jin was right, he didn’t feel sick or drunk at all! It felt really good actually, more so than if he were to drink regular, unadulterated beer.
The only downside was how bloated he felt. Jimin absently rubbed the side of his round, sloshy belly full of beer. The liquid sat heavily in his stomach, stretching it out.
It didn’t feel bad though, he realized. Just different.
“Now, tell me how your vision compares to being sober.” Jin had been badgering him with question for what felt like forever.
Jimin stifled a burp before answering. “Uh, well, it’s normal? I guess? The room isn’t spinning or anything. I could definitely walk in a straight line if you asked me to.”
“Okay then.” Jin clapped his hands. “Let’s do it! Walk from here to the couch and back.”
Jimin grunted as he stood, the four pints of beer gurgling in his belly. He walked from the table they were sat at to the coffee table and back.
Jin was a little red in the face, Jimin noticed as he walked back to him. Huh.
“Okay, well. That’s the last of my questions.” Jin cleared his throat before gathering up his notes. “I’m leaving you the dropper and some of the serum. I expect you to drink at least four pints a day, with or without meals. I need to know what prolonged effect this will have on a person.”
“You mean, I’m gonna be your guinea pig for this?” Jimin deadpanned. “And you have no idea what the long term effects of this is?”
“Nope.” Jin grinned already half way out the door. “See you next Sunday!”
The door slammed shut.
-
Jimin was a few days into the experiment. He’d been adding the required one drop per pint, four times a day, and taking notes on the effects.
So far, there weren’t a ton of changes. It seemed like no matter how much he had in a row, he never got more than buzzed! Jin had really done it, hadn’t he?
The only change was that the more he drank, the better the flavor became. It was hard to describe, but was reminiscent of a dusty sweet yet bitter taste. But the more he drank, the sweeter it got.
Lost in his thoughts, Jimin realized that he accidentally added an extra drop to his drink this time.
Ugh. He really shouldn’t change up the experiment like this… but, he didn’t want to waste a beer either!
Jin would understand, surely. Jimin thought as he drank from the now darker blue liquid.
Jimin moaned at the sugary sweet flavor. Wow, that was so much better than just one drop! Why had he never done this before?!
Before he knew it, the pint was gone and he was filling the glass up again. He had already had his fourth of the day, but Jin never told him that he had to stop at four, only that he couldn’t drink less than it.
Spilling three drops this time into the glass, Jimin drank slower, savoring the intense flavor of the beer.
His stomach suddenly growled, despite its now perpetually bloated state.
Damn, he was craving some take out.
As Jimin unlocked his phone to order in some of that fried chicken he had talked about earlier that week, he smiled a bit.
Maybe this experiment wasn’t going to suck after all?
-
Jin unlocked Jimin’s door with his spare key, not even bothering to announce his visit beforehand. Jimin knew he would be coming over that Sunday, he just never told him the time.
“I hope you’re decent, cause I brought that fried chicken you wanted!” He called out, waving the take out bag back and forth in the air. He could hear the sound of the television, but Jimin didn’t call back to him.
Maybe he didn’t hear him?
After taking his shoes off, Jin turned the corner and walked into the living room. Only for his jaw to drop.
There, asleep on the couch in front of the TV was a chubby, greasy, beer bellied man that only at second glance you would recognize as Jimin. Boxes and bags of old take out piled around the couch and empty pint glasses cluttered the table, all stained dark blue.
Jimin was snoring, one hand in an empty bucket of what used to be popcorn chicken, the other resting on the crest of his new bulging belly.
Jin gulped down saliva as he shamelessly stared a his now fat friend who looked like he had just walked right out of his wettest of dreams.
How did this happen?
How did Jimin get so fat in only a week?
Jin investigated the apartment, quickly and silently prowling the place to find clues.
First was the take out. Could a side effect of the serum be an increased appetite?
Then he noticed the amount of empty beer bottles. Way more than Jin had calculated Jimin would need. He must’ve ran out and ordered more… but why would Jimin be drinking more than he told him to?
And finally, the missing puzzle piece.
The bottle of serum, empty, open and on its side.
Jin’s eyes bugged out. That bottle was supposed to last a month! Not a week!
What the fuck have I done to my friend?! Jin thought guiltily. Jimin had always been the one of the friend group to care the most about his appearance. Once he realized how chubby he’d grown he’d have a total breakdown!
Jin took a few deep breaths. It was time to face the music. He had to apologize to Jimin for this whole experience, it was his serum’s fault after all.
Shaking Jimin’s plush shoulder Jin called out to his friend. “Jiminie? Come on. Wake up.”
With a snort, Jimin groaned as he woke up. Instinctively, he pawed around in the empty chicken bucket, fishing for more to eat and grumbled when he didn’t feel anything.
“Wha-?” Jimin rubbed sleep from his eyes before focusing on Jin’s form in front of him. “Oh, hey Jin.”
“H-Hey, Jimin.” Jin smiled shakily at him. “Listen… I had no idea that the serum would uhm, do this to you. If I knew this was a side effect, I would never have involved you in the experiment!”
Jimin scratched his basketball sized gut in confusion. “Uh, what are you talking about Jin? You’re losing me here.”
Jin pointed at his round belly before gesturing at all the trash around the room. “This! This! And all of this! My serum obviously has some major side effects that I had no idea about. And I’m incredibly sorry that you had to find out this way, but please forgive me for ruining your body. I’ll… I’ll hire a personal trainer for you! Just don’t hate me!”
Jimin burst out laughing at that. “Jin! You’re a real idiot if you think I’d ever hate you.” He smiled up at him from his seated position. “In fact, you’ve done me a favor. You see I accidentally used more drops than needed, but dude! It tastes incredible! I’ve been chugging the stuff all week.”
“But your body… obviously the serum isn’t good for you! Why would you keep drinking it?”
“Cause it feels good, duh. I mean, normally I’d be freaking out right now. Look at me! I’m huge!” He smacked the side of his round gut before soothing the pink spot with a caress. “But, once this thing started to grow bigger and bigger and just wouldn’t stop, I realized that it kind of feels good?”
Jimin spaced out for a second rubbing his belly, allowing Jin to really take in the situation.
Obviously Jimin was hooked on the effects of the serum. The taste was addictive if using more than directed, which Jin would have to fix before continuing the experiment.
But.
What if he didn’t fix it?
Jimin wasn’t mad. He wasn’t even neutral. He was happy with his mental and physical changes.
What if, instead of fixing it, Jin made it worse?
Jin had never been very strong against temptation, and the hazy eyed, beer gutted, greasy faced Jimin was temptation incarnate.
“I…” was he really going to do this? “I see you’re out of serum?”
“Oh.” Jimin startled out of his daze. “Yeah, I just used the last of it. Do you have any more? I’ve kind of been using more of it than I should.”
Jin made up his mind. “Oh, that? That’s totally fine. In fact, the more you use the better! As long as you make sure to drink it with meals, the heavier and greasier the better. It’s a science thing, don’t worry about the specifics of it.”
“Oh, well it’s a good thing I’ve been eating so much lately.” Jimin chuckled. “Speaking of, I’m kinda hungry. Jin, can you order me more chicken? It’s all I’ve been craving lately.”
“Sure. I’ll get you some more.” He wondered if what he was doing was technically considered manipulation or if he was the one being manipulated here? “As long as you keep using the serum.”
Jimin laughed. “I don’t think I could stop using it if I tried!”
-
Jin spent a lot of his time at Jimin’s place now that the experiment had changed. Jimin was too busy stuffing himself to take notes, so Jin found that he had to take up that burden instead.
It wasn’t so bad though. It allowed Jin the excuse to weigh and measure his friend’s progress.
And progress he did! Jimin had grown slobbier and fatter the more of the serum he ingested, and Jin made sure he drank his fill.
If there was any part of the ball bellied man that cared about his weight before Jin had inserted himself, then that part was long gone.
In fact, Jimin seemed to revel in his newfound obesity. When he wasn’t eating or chugging serum laden beer, he was petting his huge, spherical gut. Patting his love handles, pinching his tits and fingering his deepening belly button.
His body had become his playground, and Jin had taken advantage yet again of Jimin’s altered state for his own pleasure.
“Looks like you can’t reach anymore…” Jin stated one day, watching a now very fat Jimin struggle to reach around the front of his gut to play with his belly button.
Jimin panted and grunted as he wrapped his flabby arms around his belly and strained to make his fingers meet. “I just- uuuuuurp!- need a little -ffffft- help!”
Jin smiled serenely at the struggling slob in front of him. “I can do it for you?”
Jimin gave up, slumping back onto the messy couch that he was taking up more and more of by the day. “You would?”
Jin reached out slowly, pressing his palm to the front of Jimin’s belly and began to slowly rub the taut flesh. “I can do this whenever you want.” His index finger slipped into Jimin’s damp, sweaty belly button, sinking into the last knuckle.
Both men let out moans, gazing at each other hotly.
This was the turning point.
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Jimin felt his stomach swell with each gulp of eighty percent beer, twenty percent serum that slid through the funnel attached to his mouth.
Jin had decided a few weeks ago to yet again increase the amount of serum that he drank, quickly moving from drops to splashes to entire vials.
Now, Jimin settled in for the next approximate ten minutes of being fed the addictive elixir by Jin.
Meanwhile, Jin poured pint after pint of tampered beer down the funnel and into his friend. He sometimes wished that he had more than two arms, one to hold the funnel, the second to pour the glasses and the third to feel Jimin’s stomach gurgle and swell with each gulp.
The man’s belly was the size of a large yoga ball and only growing bigger. It was Jin’s pride and joy. It sat on the coffee table now, pushing out past Jimin’s flabby knees.
Jin was never sure what percentage of Jimin’s gut was beer and food or pure fat these days, since they tried to keep Jimin stuffed close to 24/7.
But did it matter though? Did anything matter anymore? As long as Jimin kept growing, both men were content with the way that things were.
Jin got off on watching his friend's snowballing obesity break him down and Jimin got off on swelling larger and larger faster than logically possibly.
It had been about a week since Jimin had last managed to stand, his massive gut too heavy to allow mobility. Jin had celebrated that discovery by stuffing four buckets of fried chicken and two liters of serum laden cola into Jimin. Both of them panting and grinding on his hanging belly.
Suddenly there was a cracking noise.
Jin and Jimin stared at each other before looking towards the coffee table that his belly had been resting on. It had snapped in half under the weight of all his fat and bloat.
Jimin's eyes rolled into the back of his head and he moaned.
"J-Jin, you made me so -hic- f-fucking fat." Jimin trembled in excitement, his body spilling over the ends of the couch.
"I did, didn't I..." Jin breathed before grinning. "And I'll make you the fattest man alive if it's the last thing I do."
Jimin moaned as the funnel entered his lips again.
Straight serum proceeded to pour down his throat.
This is the life... Was Jimin's last coherent thought before he lost himself to the pleasure of complete and perpetual growth.
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Sorry ya'll, but this is my last entry into the event. Life hit me hard and I wasn't able to fulfill every prompt in time despite having ideas for them all. T_T
Hopefully I can still write them up and post them in the future!
Kudos and many thanks to @cherry-coke-yoongi for hosting and planning this event! You sparked so much creativity in everyone participating!
“Please, please, please, Namjoon! I’ll never ask for anything ever again!”
Namjoon pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. “You and I both know that’s a lie, but fine. Just this once! You do know you have to actually learn stuff in class to graduate, right?”
“Oh my god, thank you!” Taehyung dramatically sobbed over the phone. “You’re amazing, Hyung! Shit. Gotta go! Love you, bye!”
Namjoon resisted sighing again as he listened to the dial tone. Taehyung really needed to get his act together instead of going to his witch friend for exam luck spells.
This is for real the last time. Namjoon thought to himself as he pulled out his blessed paper stack.
Selecting the top sheet, Namjoon prepared the spell paper by writing good luck sigils around the edges. In the middle of the paper, he carefully wrote out the words “good fate” in black ink in the middle.
Suddenly, just as he finished the last rune, a car alarm from across the street went off, startling the witch in training. The edge of his palm jumped, smearing the final rune, making the paper read “good fat” instead.
“It’ll still work right?” Namjoon nervously bit his lip. “There’s no way anything will go wrong. And even if it did, Tae would probably deserve it for cheating.”
Deciding that it was late enough and that the spell would be okay, Namjoon went to bed.
He’d hand it off to Taehyung in the morning.
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Taehyung fingered the folded spell paper in his pants pocket as he sat at his desk. The exam paper was already sitting there in front of him. The sight of the ominous test sheet made him gulp, but in the end he steadied himself. Namjoon was trustworthy and his spells always worked. He’d do just fine.
“And, start. You have one hour.”
Flipping over the test, Taehyung whispered the activation sentence he’d memorized from previous spell work Namjoon had lended him.
The first 15 minutes went well! For some reason, the harder questions still escaped him, so Taehyung focused on the easier ones for the time being.
Maybe the spell needed more time to kick in? Namjoon wouldn’t give him a faulty spell, would he?
Suddenly, Taehyung both felt and heard a gurgling in his stomach, loud enough in the quiet testing room for his classmates to glance over and snicker.
Blushing, Taehyung focused harder on his test, ignoring how bloated and gassy he was.
Perfect timing for GI upset. He thought irritatedly, trying his best to relax his abdomen in a futile attempt to calm his aching stomach.
Time ticked by and Taehyung grew more bloated. He tried to let out small, silent burps to quell the pressure in his rounded out gut, but it only seemed to make his belly grow more.
Eventually the size of his middle section grew so uncontrollably full that he had to embarrassingly unbuckle his nice leather belt to put less pressure on his swollen belly.
Ugh, there’s no way I can concentrate like this! He whined to himself.
Taehyung had gotten approximately two easy questions out of fifty answered. He knew that he knew at least half of what was on the test, but he was so gassy and uncomfortable that there was no way he could focus long enough to work them out.
Suddenly, the pressure in his belly lessened, as it would if he had released it in a fart or burp, but he had done neither!
However, the size of his gut never went down… in fact, it seemed to grow larger! Taking up more and more room on his lap, Taehyung could only glance down in horror as his button up filled out with squishy, jiggly fat.
"What the fuck?" He whispered in disbelief.
“Taehyung. This is a silent exam. If you cannot contain your profanity, you may leave the room.”
Taehyung’s already flushed and sweaty face blushed harder as his classmates giggled at their proctor’s strict reprimand.
“Silence. I can always dock points if you all continue to disrupt the exam.”
The muffled laughter quieted instantly from the chastising, the only sound now being the shuffle of papers and scratching of pens.
Taehyung tapped the top of his pen gently against the edge of his paper as he considered if it was worth the docked points or even outright failing the test to check the spell paper in his pocket.
Namjoon was great with spells, but was nonetheless notoriously clumsy.
If something as extreme as rapid weight gain was happening to Taehyung, it HAD to be something wrong with the spell. There was no other explanation.
Again, the gassy sensation hit him. Shit! If he got any bigger he’d for sure pop the already strained buttons on his shirt and for sure fail the test for being a distraction!
Before he could think too hard on it, Taehyung’s hand shot up.
The proctor sighed in exasperation. “Yes, Mr. Kim? What is it now?”
“I really, really need to use the restroom sir!”
“Is it an emergency, Mr. Kim?”
God these guys were infuriating.
“Yes, it’s an emergency. I wouldn’t intentionally interrupt an exam otherwise.”
The proctor hummed and hawed for what felt like forever to the still swelling Taehyung before finally saying “Fine, I will allow a bathroom break. BUT! I will not stop the clock for you. You will not get back the minutes you spend in the restroom. Additionally, you will receive a new exam with different questions once you come back to prevent cheating. Hurry now.”
Barely remembering to thank the proctor, Taehyung stood, hunched over his large belly, and waddled quickly out the door. Once it closed behind him, Taehyung sprinted down the empty hallway to the closest men’s bathroom, his new gut wobbling and swaying with each pounding step.
By the time he found the nearest bathroom, Taehyung’s bloating had absorbed into even more fat. The bigger belly combined with his heaving breaths caused each button on his shirt to pop off one by one. The buttons flew into the entrance to the bathroom, landing with little plinks and rolling in all directions.
Taehyung moaned at the relieving sensation of his belly spilling out of his now open shirt and hanging well over his unbuckled belt.
He felt huge already, but somehow knew this wouldn’t be the end of it.
Taehyung felt his thighs rub together and his tits bounce as he shuffled into the bathroom.
Checking under the stalls, Taehyung sighed in relief as he realized he was alone in there. Thinking quickly, he grabbed the wet floor sign propped up in the corner and stood it in the entrance to the bathroom.
It wouldn’t stop a determined student, but it would make the ones who could hold it think twice before entering.
The swelling urge to expel has hit its peak, causing Taehyung to groan and grip the sides of his large, soft belly. He didn’t want to look in the mirror, but he needed to know the damage.
Waddling up to the sinks, Taehyung took a deep breath before glancing at his reflection.
The sight of a solidly fat young man looked back at him.
The man in the mirror had a double chin, chubby cheeks and a plush neck. His breasts were the opposite of toned, swollen with pointy nipples. His arms were thick and flabby, straining the material of his shirt’s sleeves. But his belly, his belly was the star of the show. The man had a gut the size of a beach ball, if a beach ball looked like a saggy ball of bread dough.
Taehyung gulped and the reflection gulped with him.
How was he so huge?!
As the bloated sensation melted into more and more fat, puffing him up like a water balloon, Taehyung reached into his tight pocket to grab the spell paper and see what went wrong.
He struggled to fit his sausage fingers in between the fabric, the task growing harder as he grew bigger until with a tearing sound, the seat of his pants ripped open.
Taehyung quickly pulled out the paper and unfolded it carefully, not knowing what would happen if he tore it.
Inside were sigils and runes. Taehyung had no idea what it said, but could clearly see that the last rune was a bit smudged.
Goddamn it Namjoon! Taehyung wanted to cry. Here’s hoping this is temporary…
The cycle of bloating and gaining was growing faster. Taehyung panted and whined out loud as the sensations overwhelmed him. It was getting harder to stand as he grew fatter, not being used to all the extra weight.
It wouldn’t hurt to sit down for a bit, would it? He thought.
Waddling over in his now super tight pants, Taehyung held onto the wall for support as he attempted to lower himself to the floor.
Attempted being the key word because as soon as he bent his swollen knees to sit, they buckled under his new weight and he promptly fell onto his wide ass, splitting what must’ve been every seam on his pants.
Great, just great. Now I’m nearly naked at school. He grumbled, pulling the scraps of fabric from his legs and tossing them ruined article of clothing into the other corner of the bathroom.
Now in a seated position, Taehyung’s breathing slowed down a bit. He was still growing at an impressive rate, his great belly now nearly resting upon his new knee rolls, but at least he could take a breather.
Taehyung’s reprieve would not last long however. As his body grew even fatter, it seemed like it was finding new areas to fill up. One such area was a newly formed fat pad that had begun to press onto his now curious dick.
Taehyung moaned sensually as his growing fupa filled with warm, soft fat, slowly encasing his cock.
Taehyung had never thought that growing so big would be kinda hot, but damn if the tingling in his junk didn’t feel good.
By this point, his shirt had ripped off of his bingo wing arms and his underwear was seconds from bursting off of his girthy lower half.
Thunking his head back against the wall, Taehyung noticed that his strong double chin was present no mater what position his neck was in. This was by far not how he imagined things would go today.
He felt it the moment that his dick was fully encased in squishy hot fat rolls because by that point he was fully hard and leaking.
His fat arms had lifted from his sides due to his huge tits connecting with his backrolls. His thighs slowly pushed apart, leaving room for his belly to slap against the tile floor and spread to his feet of which he’d lost sight of minutes ago.
He was panting again, despite not having stood upright in over ten minutes. His heart was pounding and he was slick with sweat.
His underwear snapped off of his huge body with a loud thwap!
Taehyung was now completely nude at school. Fuck.
Why was this hot?
Wiggling his now titanic thighs back and forth while pressing on the top of his huge belly put pressure on his submerged dick. Taehyung gasped in pleasure as his massive body rocked around on the floor, jerking himself off with his own fat.
He was so big now that he started to feel the side of the sink’s plumbing to his right and the stall door to his left touch his sensitive sides. When would he stop growing?!
But as his fat pad continued pumping full of adipose and pressing into his throbbing cock, he found he didn’t particularly care if he never stopped gaining.
In fact… why hadn’t he done this sooner?
As soon as that thought hit his mind and with one more wiggle of his huge, blobby hips, Taehyung came hard. His entire body shook and jiggled with the strength of his orgasm. Needing the feeling to continue, he patted and slapped desperately at his hips and belly with his swollen palms, but he’d grown too big for his fat to do much more than wobble around pathetically.
And then, as his fupa stopped milking his cock, Taehyung finally stopped growing.
You’d think post nut clarity would kick in then, worry over his test, fear over his now questionable mobility, but all Taehyung could grunt out after his orgasm was:
“Fuck, I’m hungry.”
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