#bts feederism

[trivialovehandles]

Letting Go: Chapter 2/6

“I bought a scale after I noticed the pants I bought last month were already starting to get tight.” To emphasize, Jimin hooks a thumb in his waistband, where he has to dig a bit beneath a love handle that’s only been emphasized by eating and sitting. The tip of his thumb gets pinched tight between fabric and fat. “I’ve gained thirteen kilos since the doctor’s appointment where I got scolded for gaining ten.”

feedist kinktober prompts 6-10: jm's unintentional gaining gets... not so unintentional

[pudgecuddles]

Double And Then Some - YoonKook(?)

Temporary immobility, stuffing, butter eating, big sizes, slight gas.

Yoongi loved food.

All food. Good, bad, mediocre.

As long as he could eat it, it was in his belly.

It wasn’t always like this, back when he was younger and had a better metabolism he would just pick at his food, not really interested in things like flavor or texture. But as soon as he hit age thirty, suddenly his appetite skyrocketed while his metabolism nose dived.

Now, over twice the size he used to be, with his lower belly, thighs and ass soaking up the majority of the weight, Yoongi couldn’t stop himself from eating everything put in front of him.

And boy did he always have food available, thanks to his younger culinarily inclined roommate, Jungkook.

The boy loved to cook and was even in school to become a pastry chef. So when he needed someone to eat his mistakes or left overs, he just put them within reaching distance of Yoongi and by the end of the hour they were digesting in his big doughy stomach, turning the empty calories into more and more fat cells ready to settle into his wide body.

Exams were coming up and Jungkook was practicing like crazy. Even Yoongi with his bottomless appetite and stretched out stomach could barely keep up.

Yoongi hiccupped as he felt his belly balloon even further, full of Jungkook’s never ending macaroons, eclairs and croissants. Today had been challenging for them both.

Jungkook, despite his perfect scores all year, was panicking over his dessert execution. And Yoongi was struggling to keep up with his roommates rejected batches.

Could he just put them in the fridge for later, give himself time to digest? Well, yes. But Yoongi was thinking with his taste buds at the moment so the thought never even crossed his mind.

The obese man sees food, food goes in belly. Simple as that.

Yoongi’s thick fingers shove more sugary desserts into his fat face, getting cream and crumbs all over his chins and shirt.

As the volume of food in his belly increased, so too did the strain of keeping up with the stream of baked goods. Yoongi broke out into a sweat, coloring his already dirty, too small T-shirt with sweat stains under his pits, neck rolls and flabby breasts.

He was struggling but the sheer volume of food in him formed a warm tingling sensation that only grew more pleasurable as he over indulged. His gut, when empty, was already large enough to more than cover his knees while sitting, now hung low only a couple inches away from both the hardwood floor and the pushed out coffee table as he stuffed it further.

His huge thighs were pushed apart in an attempt to make room for his pendulous belly to grow, but their sheer size made it so that they still touched no matter how wide he split them apart. The insides of where his thighs and crotch met was perpetually rubbed red from the friction of waddling around while being so fucking overweight.

Yoongi knew he was out of control, but he just couldn’t stop himself anymore. Food tasted so good, being stuffed felt so good, growing bigger made him feel happy.

Last he had weighed himself, he was creeping up on five hundred pounds. Yoongi couldn’t help but wonder if he’d hit that milestone yet. Or maybe even passed it?

“Here, Hyung! I totally fucked these up, I accidentally put double the sugar into them cause I wasn’t thinking.” Jungkook placed a bowl of thick frosting in front of Yoongi on the coffee table. “I’ve gotta go check the cake in the oven and make a new batch. Enjoy!”

Yoongi couldn’t even get a word in before the younger man was off like a shot back into the kitchen.

Mentally shrugging, he eagerly reached for the bowl of frosting but-

He couldn’t reach it.

Jungkook had placed it too far away from him. Probably because the side tables that were easier to reach were all covered with empty and dirty dishes.

Yoongi huffed in annoyance before rocking his large wobbling body back and forth before attempting a second reach.

His chubby fingers graze the edge of the bowl before the bulk of his bloated gut forced his out of shape body back into a reclined position.

That’s fine then, he’ll just stand up and grab it.

Gripping the right side of the two person couch his lower half now completely filled up, Yoongi rocked a few times again before gaining the momentum to stand up.

Except instead he plopped back down on the couch causing it to creak ominously.

A loud belch was jostled out of him from the impact, startling himself.

What?

He was stuck?

Yoongi had eaten too much food it seemed and was so full and heavy that his center of gravity changed temporarily. Standing seemed to be impossible without assistance for now.

Time to call in reinforcements.

“Jungkook! Kookie! I need you for a bit!”

Yoongi felt kind of pathetic, having to beg his younger roommate to help his fat ass grow fatter. But that frosting, so thick it looked like play dough, was calling to him.

“What, Hyung?! I’m a little busy right now!”

“I can’t reach the frosting, I’m too fat!”

In for a penny, in for a pound.

It took a couple minutes but Jungkook eventually made his way back to the living room. He blinked a couple times as he looked, really looked, at his roommate for the first time in months.

“Oh wow, you’re not kidding… since when did you get so big?”

Yoongi gave him a flat expression. How did the kid not realize Yoongi had blown up over the last few months of his kitchen experiments?

“Since you started freaking out about finals. Now help me get the frosting, I’m starving.”

It wasn’t true. Yoongi was stuffed to the brim with sugar, his upper belly rock hard, sensitive and flushed pink, but his brain told him he needed more, more, more.

Jungkook poked and prodded various parts of Yoongi’s fat body, as if inspecting the damage his cooking did to his Hyung.

“Wow, your tits are bigger than my ex-girlfriend’s!”

“Aish, enough of that you brat.” Yoongi swatted his hand away from pinching his perpetually hard nipples. “Make yourself useful and give me the frosting already.”

“Fine, fine. Here you go.”

Now with the mixing bowl in hand, Yoongi didn’t even bother with the spoon Jungkook handed him and began eating the frosting with his chubby hands.

The frosting really was dough like from all the extra sugar. Very convenient if you asked Yoongi.

Jungkook watched in amusement and vague disgust as his older roommate made a pig of himself. Yoongi’s chins and jowls made his breathing sort of sound like snorting, so the comparison wasn’t inaccurate.

Yoongi suddenly moaned, his belly slowly extending further towards the floor.

Wow thats weird. Jungkook stared.

“Do… do you want more?” Jungkook offered hesitantly.

Yoongi grunted what Jungkook assumed was an affirmative.

Soon the bowl was empty and Yoongi’s stomach was screaming at him in both pain and pleasure.

He trembled from the pressure in his belly, damn he needed a belly rub…

“Jungkook! Where are you?!” Yoongi realized his audience was gone. “I need you to rub my stomach.”

Jungkook popped out around the corner with a platter of what looked like… sticks of butter? “Gross Hyung. You know I’m not gay.”

“It’s not gay.” Yoongi rolled his eyes. “Just rub my- wait, what’s that?”

“Butter.”

“I know, dummy, but what are you doing with it?”

Jungkook smirked. “Feeding it to you!”

Yoongi paused and thought about it. He was already morbidly obese and unhealthy in a multitude of ways. He logically knew that eating the butter would wreck havoc on his system at best, but would consuming pure fat taste good? He needed to know.

“Fine. You can feed me the butter.”

“Hell yeah!”

“Why are you so excited about this? You’re not like, getting off on this are you?” Yoongi felt a little like a hypocrite by accusing him of that, when he himself found an odd sort of pleasure from this.

“Nah, I don’t swing that way, and even if I did you’re more like a brother to me than anything. I’m just curious. Never seen anyone eat straight butter before!”

Yoongi attempted to cross his arms, but the flabby limbs were too large to fully cross so he gave up.

“Fine, but you have to rub my belly as you feed me, or I won’t let you.”

“Deal.”

They shook hands on it.

What followed was the most erotic thing Yoongi had ever experienced.

Jungkook expertly kneaded his immense spread of belly fat like it was the bread dough he made every day. His fingers were dexterous, so similar to how Yoongi’s used to look hundreds of pounds ago. Yoongi grunted and groaned between the burps that Jungkook massaged out of him.

Good, he’s making room for the butter. Jungkook thought, mostly unbothered by the gas.

It was only after Yoongi’s flushed face turned red after he let out an unexpected rumbling fart that Jungkook decided he’d made enough room for the ten sticks of butter to enter his friend.

“Here you go, Hyung. The first one.”

Yoongi obediently opened his mouth for the first stick and took a bite out of the offered treat. Half the stick was now in his mouth, melting. It was salted butter it seemed. Yoongi would need a drink to wash it all down soon.

Chewing butter was weird, he decided. It was hard, mushy and slimey all at once. The experience should have ended there, with his curiosity. But the grossness of the butter was soon pushed to the back of his mind as he swallowed. The fatty bar had mostly turned to liquid in his mouth, and as the grease slid down his gullet Yoongi’s brain couldn’t help but wonder just how much fatter the entire tray would make him?

He suddenly, desperately wanted to find out.

“So, how is it?”

“Greasy.” Yoongi said. “Now gimme more, I’m hungry.”

Jungkook laughed before feeding him the rest of the first stick.

It went down faster this time, as Yoongi was more focused on the action of eating than the sensation or experience.

The next two bars were eaten in a similar manner, liquid butter was dribbling out of the corners of his mouth and down into the rolls of his neck.

Jungkook was in awe of his obese Hyung. He wasn’t really into fat dudes, but something about feeding Yoongi pure fat and playing with his gelatinous gut like this kinda felt nice. Therapeutic?

Was force feeding your already fat roommate literal lard considered a war crime? He wondered deliriously.

Yoongi was now taking three bites per stick by the fifth one. He slowed down in his gluttony as his belly filled up once more.

It hurt again now, and the hiccups came back.

“M-Moh behry -hic!- wubs… pleashe.” Yoongi slurred while chewing the sixth stick of butter

Jungkook didn’t need to say anything as he held the seventh stick up to Yoongi’s plush lips with one hand and pressed into his doughy belly again with the other.

Yoongi moaned, sweating hard now as he slurped up the seventh stick and swallowed with minimal chewing.

It wasn’t even about curiosity anymore.

Yoongi just needed to eat. To consume. To put more calories into his body.

Whatever it took.

Eyes half lidded, Yoongi grunted something unintelligible at Jungkook and suddenly the eighth stick of butter was in his mouth.

He automatically chewed and swallowed, butter squirting out of his greasy lips and onto his ruined shirt.

Jungkook dabbed his palm into the butter stain and used the grease to better rub Yoongi’s belly with. The older man was filling up even more than he was before he started rubbing. Peaking down to where his massive belly hung over the couch, Jungkook saw only a couple centimeters of space sat between the cold flooring and the saggy bottom of Yoongi’s gut.

Jungkook grinned, something nasty in him stirring. He wanted them to make contact so badly. To see the look on Yoongi’s face when he realizes just how massive he’d grown. To know how far gone he is.

The ninth stick took four bites, the globs of fat mushing in between his teeth.

Yoongi panted and moaned in discomfort. His thick arms hugged the sides of his belly, too fat and too short to reach around the mountain of his gut.

He tried to press his hands into the sides of his beanbag sized belly but he was so fat that all he could do was squish it around uselessly.

Giving up, he set his palms onto the sides of his vastly bloated thighs and began squeezing them for comfort.

Jungkook watched greedily as his Hyung groped himself desperately, snorting and moaning and sweating like a pig.

It was strangely exhilarating knowing that it was his own doing that made him into this. This obese hog of a man.

The tenth and final stick of butter breached Yoongi’s lips slowly, sensually.

Half way through the stick Yoongi started shaking.

He quivered as he palmed and gripped at the sides of his beyond swollen gut, unable to do anything to help the sensation of pure fullness.

The last bite he let sit in his mouth until it was fully liquid. Yoongi then let the butter trickle down his throat, letting gravity do the work he himself couldn’t anymore.

Ten sticks of butter.

Downed.

Jungkook stared in awe as Yoongi gasped and squirmed before freezing, a shocked expression on his fat face.

“Wha-?” Yoongi’s hazy eyes widened. “What’s that feelin’? M’ belly’s cold…”

Jungkook threw himself to the floor and ducked his head.

There it was, the bottom of Yoongi’s flab had finally rested itself on the cold, hard floor. Jungkook excitedly popped back up.

“You got so big, Hyung! Your belly’s touching the floor!”

Yoongi froze, reality crashing over his fucked up state of mind.

He was a super morbidly obese, temporarily(?) immobile, gluttonous excuse of a man, who’s belly has sagged so low that it has now begun to rest on the floor.

His cheeks reddened as hot humiliation flooded his butter filled system. Fuck he was so fat.

“Don’t worry, Hyung, I've decided that even if you become immobile, I’ll help you out.” Jungkook couldn’t help but offer. “You won’t have to lift a finger!”

Did Yoongi want that though? His temporary immobility was one thing, but the way that Jungkook was talking it felt like he was aiming for something more permanent?

Whatever it was, Yoongi no longer had the self control to say no.

“M’kay.” He mumbled.

“I'd prefer a yes or no from you, Hyung.”

Yoongi’s eyes glistened as he wiggled in place attempting to see if he could stand or not.

Nope, he was too heavy.

Fuck it.

“Yes… I want it.”

“Want what? Use your words.” Jungkook began rubbing his overstuffed belly again.

“Yes! -URRRRRRP- I wanna get so much fatter! M-Make me immobile, please, Jungkook.”

“Sure. I’ll help then.” Jungkook smiled at the pathetic display in front of him. “You must be thirsty, I’ll go grab you some soda.”

Yoongi’s face heated up even more, a blooming warmth flooding his body.

Soda.

Sugar.

Calories.

Fat.

Yoongi.

And Jungkook was there to help.

[plumpyoon]

big gassy bratty pet bunny hybrid koo...

that's it. that's the post.

[breadcheekstete]

Hello, hope you’re well! How about fit Taehyung who becomes Santa and gets chubby/fat? I know it’s basically like the plot for “the Santa clause” but you rarely see Santa BTS wg fics lol

or any Tae x Christmas weight gain lol

hehehe, i'm always down for some magical weight gain LET'S GOOO !!

[vm¡n // Santafication]

"damn you and your dumb decisions, tæhyung," jm curses. he's been trying to button his shirt for the christmas dinner and, honestly, that seems like its not gonna happen right now.

"it wasn't my fault, j¡min," th answers for what seems to be the fourth time in the past hour.

jm thinks otherwise, as he walks out and into the living room were th is settled, sitting in the couch with a tin of jingerbread cookies, as jm covers his torso with the sweater he was about to wear. "oh, really? then explain this."

jm throws the sweater at th and it lands on his face. when he puts it aside, jm is right in front of him. or rather; his gut is.

"been eating good this holidays, my love..." th says with a wiggle of his eyebrows, to which jm smacks his shoulder softly. "okay, okay, alright. sorry. how i was supposed to know this would happen?"

"you are not supposed to know cause you are not supposed to mess with santa in the first place!" jm complains along his gurgling gut.

he takes a seat next to his partner and sighs, taking a cookie to his mouth.

"you shouldn't be eating then, you are going to make it worse." th jokes again, very fat himself to even reproach anything.

jm burps under his breath, too stubborn to complain further as he takes the tin from th's arms. "shut up, santa ."

yes, th messed up with santa. and no, he's not becoming him. but he is becoming just as fat from messing up with santa's weight. why? because he was having a bad day and thought it was some random dude messing with his decorations.

now, not only he's fat but his partner, jm, is dealing with the consequences just for being his lover.

jm is developing a jolly gut, with its set of pinchable love handles. so stubornly round that it gets in the way of buttoning his shirt and now even his favourite sweater won't fit for tonight. he already knows what his family is going to say about this new "beer gut" and how his ass is just too fat for his leather jeans (that he didn't even manage to pull up past his thighs).

and th, the cause of this all, lost any glimpse of his once just a bit chubby frame. now, his belly balloned so much that it takes most of his downward vision and half of his lap space. he takes double the space on the couch than jm is currently. he could be called a pear shape if his belly wasn't so round and bloated all the time.

"i outgrown another sweater, wanna wear it tonight?"

jm looks up at him, cleaning some crumbs off th's double chin as he nods. "what about the shirt?"

"it looks fine to me," th dares. "i wanna see you try to button it."

"i can't believe this makes you so horny."

"pleeeaaaaaseee," th says with puppy eyes.

jm rolls his eyes, sucking in before he tries to pull the sides of the shirt even closer. he success with the button under his pudgy chest, and the one under his underbelly, its the rest that don't want to collaborate. he sucks in once more, and buttons them all.

"see? it looks quite befitting to me," th says.

to which jm belches from all the air sucked and the buttons pop, hitting th's belly. th laughs, making his belly wobble.

"i bet your pants don't last a chance tonight either."

th clicks his tongue, and grabs and raises his belly with both hands to show his unbuttoned slacks. "oh, j¡minnie, i already popped them when you served me the third hot chocolate this morning."

when th lets go of his gut, his underbelly stays exposed. jm takes the chance to slither his chubby hand under the cloth, making th shiver. he's covered in stretch marks but it feels so soft and doughty.

"fuck the dinner," jm says. "let's get you feed now."

[chubbybubbyjoonie]

I think I actually might have died and passed into a different realm of reality!

WHAT DO YOU FUCKING MEAN?! I NEED TO SEE HIS BELLY HANGING BETWEEN HIS OPENED PANTS RIGHT FUCKING NOW. 😭😭 And not Jungkook constantly encouraging him. I just know at the end of the trip, Jimin was whining about how much weight he put on while JK was just laughing at him, still as fit as the day he left. That boy can eat everything and gain nothing.

[cookiesuga55]

A Helping Hand (Seokjin)

Fat feeder Seokjin publishes a feedism cookbook.

They're all his own recipes. "Lovingly made and self-tested!" He pats his belly proudly. "Every recipe is delicious and specially designed to fatten." Seokjin beams. "Whether it's for you or a loved one, you'll swell with success!!"

Over the years of gaining himself and helping countless feedees, Jin has carefully crafted all of his recipes, modifying them specifically for gaining. He imparts his years of knowledge and experience for eager gainers, for singles and couples alike.

His feedees have always seen instant results, and now he wants to share his feeding methods. Jin has always been enamored with how each person gains fat differently, and he's become skilled through the years of altering his cooking depending on what type of chub his feedee (or himself) wants to encourage.

Jin's cook book is curated with the most successful recipes for different kinds of growth. He has the book broken up into recipes organized by what type of fat the reader wants to gain. Instead of "breakfast, mains, sides, desserts", his book is organized by the results the reader wants, with chapter headings like: "Soft Squish; Face and Double chin; Belly; Firm Fat; Love Handles; Arms and Chest; Bottom Heavy; Curves and Rolls; and 'Great for Beginners!'"

It's incredibly obvious how much his book is a labor of love, backed with impressive experience. Jin has tons of notes written in the pages explaining how each recipe settles into different types of fat depending on the ingredients, and lists of what to eat and when if someone wants a whole-body balanced gain rather than focusing on growing one area.

Jin writes in his book things like, "this dessert is great for a plump, jiggly lower belly." And on another "this burger will help thicken up anyone who is lusting after firm fat. Pairs excellent with fizzy beer. Great for gas!"

Aside from the indulgent recipes and nuggets of knowledge, the photos in the book are to die for. Jin spent months perfecting them so each page makes the reader's mouth water and motivates them to try cooking it themselves. Everything looks so decadent and delicious. Even Jin thinks that his book is irresistible.

The portions are strategically just the right size to leave a feedee comfortably full. Jin doesn't want them hurting. His recipes work because of how calorie-heavy they are. Everything is carefully sized to slowly grow a feedee's stomach and appetite. To make their belly push out warm and rich after their meal so they're satisfied and full of the most fattening cooking they've ever had, but not so heavy as to be in pain.

People can get results that they want by following different recipes. Creamy desserts for rich belly fat and curves. Hearty, greasy savory food for thick guts and fat hips. Pastries and pies for bottom heavy babies. Salty snacks for helping out a doubled chin. And whole feast to share on holidays when feedees get together.

Jin usually accompanies each recipe with instructions for after eating too. They never stop at "enjoy!" They are filled with tips and tricks that Jin has found most effective in his years of feeding.

"You'll want to lay down and nap after this one, so best to have it at night. Did you know that you get fatter if you fall asleep on a full tummy!"

"Eat this one slowly. It's tempting to chow down, but it's incredibly rich. This should be halved (and shared 😏)."

"These sugary pancakes are designed to stuff you with calories but then leave you hungry in just an hour. Pair with a hearty, greasy burger so your tummy doesn't get rumbly."

"Eat this one as quickly as possible so you can fit seconds in before it expands in your stomach. Have a friend on hand for belly rubs. You'll need it for this one."

Jin includes 'weekly meal plan' examples with specifically designed diets for small gainers, ones for big gainers, and one for the incredibly motivated piggies. He's perfected each one. Jin balances out the recipes so they don't feel ill, but steadily fill out and fatten up.

Jin doesn't just stop at print copies. He's launching the first ever cook book specifically designed to help people thicken up rather than lose weight, and he spares no expense. He wants his book to be encouraging and become a safe space for anyone trying to gain. He even designs a website linked in his cookbook where people can post their experience. He creates an online community where people can say which recipes they love and how effective they are. They update their progress and can even send in questions to Jin, who always replies with encouragement and teasing. He develops a whole collection of piglets who happily post when they're fattening up and how much they love Jin's cooking.

Every morning, Jin sits down with a cup of coffee and reads through the new posts on his website. He beams at how he's helping so many people get comfortable and fat. Jin comments on as many posts as he can, praising them and leaving tips for how to best plump up. There's so much demand for new recipes as Jin's piggies graze through his cook book and steadily fatten, that Jin starts a streamed cooking show where each month, one of his lucky fans is invited to join him.

Jin always introduces the guest feedee like they're his personal feedee. Beforehand he learns about them (they have to fill out a long quiz he made so he can get to know them, and they can all consent to the stream), and then he can host his cooking show like this excited little chubby is his own personal favorite pet that he gets to spoil and pamper for a whole evening.

He whips up a brand-new personalized recipe each month and explains how this meal will help the feedee get the results they're craving. His audience comes to the cooking show for the new recipes of course, but they stay the entire stream to watch the lucky feedee get stuffed with their own, specially-designed fattening meal by Jin.

After dessert, Jin always makes sure that his feedee is treated like royalty. He rubs their belly while they're full and sated on the couch, and tells the audience how many calories are in the feedee's belly right now. How many pounds they can expect to gain in the next few days. He does some math while patting their plump gut and making sure that his cooking is settling in comfortably.

Jin spoils his viewers so well. They keep coming back to the streams in hope that they'll be the lucky one randomly picked for the next month's cooking and stuffing episode. While the food is the main event, everyone drools as their favorite round feeder grows bigger with each season.

[skin-of-my-teeth]

Slave to Desire

Tags: Feedism, Weight Gain, Vore, Slave/Master, Predator/Prey, Owning prey, Blob King Namjoon, Slave Jungkook, Predator/Wolf Joon, Prey/Bun Koo, Dumbification, Gaslighting, Collars/Leashes, Fattening up prey to eat, Gluttony, Magic Potions = size difference, Hard vore, Swallowing whole, Belly gurgles, Digesting, Fattening up from eating prey, Hedonistic self indulgent filth. <3

Jungkook has been the King's slave for so long that he is the dumbest little chubby bunny. Namjoon is a huge, spoiled blob that gets to eat anything he wants because he's a Predator and royalty.

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“Come here, honey~” The massive wolf lounging up on his throne patted his immense belly. “I still have room for you~”

Jungkook’s leash was pulled on and he whined softly, dumbly hopping forward.

“Yes, Master?” He jiggled as he bounced forwards, wanting to be good. The King, Namjoon, looked at him affectionately.

“Such a good little pet~ Come on, darling. Up.” Jungkook crawled up and sat on his master’s massive lap. Jungkook was by no means a small bunny, but he looked tiny when compared with the stacks of rolls and blubber that was the rich, gluttonous King. Jungkook was tugged by his collar and chained leash, and he fell right onto the big wolf’s gut, still bloated fat from his earlier feast.

“Your King is hungry,” Namjoon purred and settled his warm paws on Jungkook’s bare sides, squeezing him.

“But, Master just had a feast,” Jungkook patted his little bunny paws on Namjoon’s immense belly. The wolf was presented with three deer hybrids last night, and he devoured them all. The predator purred deeper at the belly rubs.

“Master has been preparing you, little one~”

Namjoon massaged Jungkook’s plump sides. He melted at how good it felt. He had been the fat king’s slave for… how long now? He couldn’t even remember. A few years? More? Everything was a blur. All he knew was that his master adored him. Jungkook was his good little pet. His favorite.

“You’re almost ready,” A large paw settled on Jungkook’s plumpened belly and gently pat. He whimpered in pleasure as his belly gave a fattened jiggle underneath the warm hand.

“Ready for what, Majesty?” Jungkook looked up with big eyes.

“My sweet little bunny~” The wolf tugged on his leash again and Jungkook whined happily.

Namjoon knew that his slave loved being manhandled by his collar, a constant reminder that he was under his ownership. His yummy little pet was so deliciously dumbed down. “You’re finally fattened up from eating so many feasts. I’ve been plumping you now for months, prepping you to be rich. A true delicacy of my court.”

Jungkook cocked his head, feeling stupid. “Bunny likes being fat, Master. It’s cozy.”

The King cooed and rubbed his paws deeply into Jungkook’s middle, softening him. “Isn’t it? And you’ve done so well too. Been such a good boy and fattened yourself so nicely.” Namjoon proudly patted Jungkook’s sides. The bunny whined again from the praise as he happily jiggled.

Jungkook was sure that the King loved him more than anything.

“Now, lay back on my belly, darling. Let me butter you up. You’ve been a good boy and deserve a treat.”

Jungkook’s tail wiggled and he took his normal place on Namjoon’s gut. The wolf’s large paws settled on his waist and continued rubbing, massaging him and making Jungkook feel melty.

A large table was rolled in and set in front of the King’s raised throne. Jungkook’s ears perked up. More food? The large silver platter in the middle sat empty, but in front of it was a big stack of sweets. Jungkook loved sweets. Donuts and cakes and delicious rich things.

Namjoon reached around Jungkook, plucked a long donut off of the tower, and pushed the end into Jungkook’s mouth.

“Eat up, Pudding. I want you nice and fat,” He patted Jungkook’s belly and the bunny whined around the delicious treat, his ears drooping.

He sunk into his King’s mass and happily took bite after bite that was fed to him, collared and in bliss. Namjoon’s large warm paw was resting on his tummy, rubbing doting circles and feeling how his soft belly slowly swelled.

Jungkook ate treat after treat until his stomach pushed out as thickly as he could manage. He was making little noises and trying to swallow what was fed to him, but could barely take another bite. He was rounded in the same way that happened every night ever since he was collared as the King’s pet. Fed until he couldn't hold any more, he was stuffed fat with sugar and cream. The wolf purred as Jungkook’s belly bulged heavily into his paws.

“My good boy, plump and ready~” He dug his fingers into the soft chub lining Jungkook’s middle, and felt how full he was underneath the sugary fluff. Jungkook was so tight underneath the supple padding that he burped.

“Nnnnh- your good boy. I like getting bigger for you, Master-” He dumbly exhaled, too full to move. Namjoon pet over him again and again soothingly, coaxing him into sleep.

“You’re going to be so sweet, little one. How fast do you think that your tummy will digest this, hmm?” He gave a soft pat to his swollen gut. “I want you as fat as possible for tonight.” Jungkook rumbled happily.

“What’s tonight, master?” He wiggled back into the rolls of heavy squish bulging around him.

“Oh, you’ll see, baby bun. I’ve had big plans for you. This evening you get to fulfill your purpose. Doesn’t that sound nice? Master has been looking forward to this for a long time.” The King rumbled and Jungkook mewled. He was about to reply, when something warm was slathered on his skin. Jungkook opened his eyes and looked down. The King was massaging something into his overly-full tummy.

“What’s that?” He asked stupidly, enjoying the belly massage.

“Just some butter to help your belly soften up and digest these yummy treats faster~” Namjoon purred and continued massaging Jungkook, coating him in the stuff until he was glistening.

“Mmmm, bun feels pretty-” He snuggled back in, and the wolf laughed.

“You are pretty, lovely. Now, sleep. It helps your belly digest faster. Helps turn these sweet calories into bunny pudge~” He massaged the stuffed swell and Jungkook drifted off.

“When you wake up, Master will get to enjoy you~”

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Jungkook woke up to the rich smells of the feast. The table was back and heaping with food, but now full of the King’s favorite delicacies.

Usually there were prey hybrids chained and ready to be gobbled up, but tonight there wasn’t anyone. Jungkook yawned and stretched. His skin felt soft and oiled. His tummy was bloated from devouring the sweets while he lazily napped, and he looked down to see the soft swell of new fat sitting inside of him. The King’s paw was gently squeezing it and rubbing slow circles.

“Bunnies fatten so quickly,” He rumbled in praise, and Jungkook nodded, sleepy and trying to wake up. He sat up and his tummy bulged in Namjoon’s paws securely wrapped around him, keeping him in place. Jungkook realized that there wasn’t the usual collar and leash on him, and he looked around.

“Majesty,” he wiggled his hips so his plump middle jiggled in Namjoon’s hands. It always made the wolf purr, and it did now too. “Where is your feast?” 

The King squeezed Jungkook’s waist.

“Oh don’t worry, baby. It’s right here.”

Jungkook looked at the table in front of him. Only the King’s favorite side dishes. This wasn’t enough to feed the King’s greedy belly. “No deer tonight?” He asked and looked around the court room to see if any chained hybrids were coming to be the King’s main course.

“No, honey. I’m after something more plump and delicious than deer tonight.” Namjoon’s paws kneaded Jungkook’s belly thoroughly.

He relaxed into the touches, basking in them, “mmm~ Why so much massaging today, Majesty?” He giggled in bliss, “I love it- but- usually I don't get this many pets.”

The King chuckled lowly and patted Jungkook’s fattened belly.

“I want you nice and tender, now don’t I?”

Jungkook nodded without thinking, and then froze. His dumbed mind finally caught up. “I- tender?”

The King’s paw kneaded in deeper, massaging him so firmly that he knew his belly must be flushed pink.

“Yes, little morsel. You’re freshly fattened. Now, I want you soft and tender so you’re the perfect meal.”

Jungkook squeaked, too slow to realize what it meant before the King’s massive paws were digging into his sides and lifting him up and towards him.

“B-but master!” Jungkook squealed, now realizing why he was buttered. Why he was so well-fed. Why he had gotten the luxury of being stuffed every day with rich, creamy sweets and delicious cakes. He was the wolf’s next meal. The King's feast.

Namjoon purred at him as Jungkook struggled in his strong paws. “You’re going to be delicious, my adorable, dumb bunny. I’ve been fattening you for a long time just for my feast tonight. Dumbed you down to make you sweet and willing. Fed you up to make you delicious and plump. So you can serve your King and fill my gut.”

Jungkook squeaked and trembled with fear, his mind scrambling against the dumb haze that he had been strategically lulled into. The wolf had kept him so long, just for this?

“But I can’t go inside of your belly! No one ever comes out-” He begged, “Majesty likes me!”

“I do,” The King grinned, “and it’s going to make eating you even more pleasurable. I’ve been so looking forward to this, little morsel.”

Jungkook squealed as he was lifted up towards the big wolf’s mouth and had a potion poured into him to shrink him down until he was bite-sized. If the King was using the potions, that meant he wanted to swallow him down whole.

“Don’t worry, Pudding. It won’t be painful. I’m not a monster. You’ve been my good boy, so I won’t chew you up like I do with the prisoners. I want you whole in my belly. So Master can enjoy you, and savor you, as my gut digests you nice and slow.”

Jungkook sobbed as he was lifted up to the wolf’s mouth and dangled over the gaping hole. He begged desperately, “P-please! I’ll do anything! I’ll eat more! I’ll get fatter!!”

The wolf laughed with glee, “you’re plenty fat enough, little bun,” and plopped Jungkook right into his mouth. He squealed as the wolf closed his lips around him, and began slowly suckling on him. The deep moans at his flavor reverberated around him as he was trapped in the wet darkness, completely at the hungry predator's mercy. Screaming did nothing but make his Master chuckle and roll him with his tongue.

“So sweet and delicious- just like I knew you would be.” Jungkook tried to grab onto anything, but the massive wolf was tilting his head back, and Jungkook was sliding down his throat.

He wailed as warm muscles contracted around him. The huge predator swallowed him, and he slid down his throat to plop into his gut.

Instantly, Jungkook began to grow back to his normal size, to fill up his Master’s belly. He was thankful at least that he was gobbled down whole instead of eaten like the wolf enjoyed devouring lean prey and prisoners.

The rich walls grew smaller around him- no, he just grew back to his normal size, plump and making Namjoon’s belly distend with how satisfying his meal was. The wolf rumbled around him, and Jungkook vibrated with it as he felt his Master’s big paw settle on his own gut and begin rubbing Jungkook through the fat.

“What a good, plump little prey-” He purred and patted his swollen gut, thereby patting Jungkook through the ample fat of his belly. He whimpered and tried to push back, to no avail.

The wolf guffawed as his belly bulged where Jungkook tried to push his hands and feet. “Now now, little one. There’s no use in that. You can’t get out. You’ve seen me devour prey every night. You know better.”

Jungkook was jostled as the wolf patted him back into place with both paws, keeping him snugly fitted in his gut.

Amidst the darkness, he tried to find the opening he had slid down, but the wolf’s stomach had closed around him, keeping him securely tucked inside. He whimpered and panicked, trying to push against the warmth that he knew would begin lovingly churning around him soon.

Jungkook had rubbed the King’s belly every night after the feast for years, and he knew that there was no way out. Prey that weren’t chewed up could beg and fight as much as they wanted, just to be kneaded into submission and gobbled up. Jungkook had laid on Namjoon’s warm gut every night as the King slept and digested. Jungkook had listened to his belly growl in pleasure, gurgle deeply, and slowly distend throughout the night, softening until Jungkook woke up snuggled into thick, plush fat. He had always rubbed the King’s hungry belly dotingly, massaging oil into it and cooing that his Master had feasted well. Only, he was the meal now, and in the morning, the King’s belly would be pushed out warm and thick with new fat from digesting him.

He whined in fear and desperately squirmed. It was a snug fit, the walls tight around him, and he realized that his King's hefty gut was actually more thick blubber than room for food.

“There, there~” Namjoon cooed down at his swollen gut, soothing the prey inside that was coated in fear like being rolled in sugar. He licked over his lips for more of the flavor. “I’ll take good care of you, bun. You don’t need to worry. Just relax. You’re safe and sound in my belly. I promise.”

Jungkook whimpered again, feebly pushing even though he knew it was no use. There was a loud gurgle around him as the predator’s gut rumbled in pleasure about the size of its meal.

Namjoon cooed again and talked to his belly this time, instead of Jungkook inside of it. The prey was still rubbed over, but he could tell that the wolf was patting his own gut out of hedonistic pleasure now, instead of pushing him into submission. “Isn’t he yummy, hungry baby? I’ve been fattening this one up for you for a long time. Gobble him up and enjoy.”

Jungkook whined again as the wolf’s belly rumbled again like it was talking back to its Master, like it was thanking him for the fattened prey. “Such a good boy.” Namjoon purred, and Jungkook didn’t know if he was praising his own rumbly gut, or him inside of it.

“Eat up~”

Jungkook whined as the predator’s hungry stomach began curiously kneading him, assessing how fat he was and giving pleasured gurgles of approval. His middle was squeezed, then his thick legs and arms. Jungkook whined as the warm walls around him greedily focused in on the fattest part of him, massaging Jungkook’s belly and waist with loving squeezes, making him involuntarily relax as he was tenderized. The wolf’s stomach growled happily around him.

“I know, he’s such a plump, delicious thing, isn’t he?” Namjoon cooed and firmly rubbed his own belly, apparently encouraging his stomach to eat up Jungkook.

The prey whined in protest, but couldn't help that the massage felt good. After his belly was softened up, his pudgy arms and legs were next, and the warm muscles around him worked all of the tension out of him, still keeping up the greedy gurgles.

Jungkook was slowly kneaded and prepped to be devoured. He relaxed without wanting to, until the wolf was purring and patting his fattened gut in pride. Namjoon belched loudly.

“That’s it, little morsel. Just relax and settle in. My belly will gobble you up in no time.” He let out a last, pitiful little whine as Namjoon’s tummy began really working him, dissolving the fear and making him feel cozy and loved and cherished.

Jungkook sunk into the fat around him, comfortable and warm, and weakly let his Master’s tummy gurgle happily around him and tenderize him until he was ready. He could feel the King’s heavy paw resting on him, cupping him as his belly cradled him. He gently rubbed Jungkook in deep circles, making Jungkook melt as he was dotingly petted through the thick fat.

“My favorite slave~ You’ll be safe and warm in my belly forever.” A deep cozyness spread over him, making him feel heavy and lethargic. Jungkook relaxed into it, hearing another loud, pleased growl around him before he drifted off into sleepy relaxation, as the predator’s belly began the process of digesting its meal.

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Namjoon smiled down at his bulging belly as his stomach gurgled again, and he continued rubbing the big swell. His prey was so delicious. Fattening him had been worth it. His belly was so happy. He could feel it.

Namjoon's greedy wolf was working so hard to gobble up its meal, and he patted his gut proudly as he could feel the prey safely tucked inside, cozy and warm in his belly.

“See, little one? I promised it wouldn’t hurt~” Namjoon purred and felt his stomach devour the morsel, savoring and massaging the plump prey greedily like it had never had a meal before. The wolf purred and lounged back, content to rest both paws on his distended belly and enjoy as his tummy worked hard to eat up the meal inside.

“Such a good, plump slave~” He belched and patted his gut proudly, “such a good meal for a King. So delicious and fattening.”

He licked his lips for more of the bunny’s rich flavor that lingered, belched deeply, and slowly rubbed his gurgling gut to help it digest the morsel that he had planned on devouring since the first day when Jungkook had been brought to him in chains, sold to him runty and malnourished. No one had seen his potential like Namjoon had. It was so much more satisfying eating prey that was thoroughly fattened and dumb. Ready to be good and be his dinner. He licked his lips again, purring deeply, thinking that no prey would ever be as delicious of a meal as the one currently being digested in his belly. He felt the deeply satisfied gurgles bubble against his palms, and smiled in satisfaction as his belly gobbled up its sweetened, plump feast.

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The wolf woke up satisfied and syrupy. Underneath his paws, his gut was heavily pushed out with a new swell of thick, plush fat. Namjoon lazily licked his chops and dug his paws into his gut. There was a supple layer of blubber filling his belly, but no hard stuffing in his middle, which meant that his bun was fully digested and now settled as sweet, warm squish.

“Such a greedy pet~” He praised down at his gut, hungrily squeezing all of the new supple fat under his paws. “Was he yummy? Did you enjoy your plump treat?”

His belly gurgled richly and Namjoon laughed, patting himself and enjoying the thick jiggle of new weight inside of his gut. His middle was swollen and bloated with how rounded it was, looking stuffed with how enormously it pushed out, but was really just the evidence of such a good meal. His plump little Koo had fattened his belly deeply.

The King snapped his fingers to order another servant to be brought forth, to oil his belly and massage it. He needed another slave now that his bunny was tucked away, filling Namjoon’s gut just like he was meant to.

“Safe and sound in my belly forever.”

He patted his fattened middle, smiling affectionately, “just like I promised.”

[bunnysmeal]

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