we moved on too fast from this binnie… his thick thighs, his cute round bare face with glasses and poodle curls… but also the outline of his tummy… the little dip on the side of his tummy that makes a little love handle shape… he just looks so solid and teddy bear at the same time GOD i feel like biting him would feel like memory foam
Welcome to my first post, sorry the ending is incomplete this has been in drafts for 2 years now and I’m still weird about writing smut 😭
Warnings: Weight gain fic, male lactation
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Jisung had always been insecure of his cow hybrid status. He always tucked his tail into his pants, and hid his ears and tiny horns under beanies and hats. The other issue was cow hybrids tended to be… bigger, gaining weight easier than the average person. So he'd worked tirelessly to keep himself thin.
It served a dual purpose as well, one was to keep people from realizing his true nature, the other to keep his udders from truly blossoming and producing milk. It was tough trying to maintain his image but he did so out of fear. The hybrid genes had skipped his parents so they had been average humans, and upon seeing the little horns sprouting out of his head, they’d been quick to slap a beanie on him and deny mentions of it to any and everyone else. This same thinking had completely overtaken Jisung too.
That is, until he met Changbin.
Changbin was easily the largest cow hybrid he’d ever met, in every sense of the word except height. He came into the coffee shop nearly every day, huffing and puffing through the doors as he could just barely squeeze through, his cheeks red from the exertion. He wobbled his way up to the counter, his belly and titties bouncing the whole way, and Jisung couldn’t help but be entranced. Not to mention the absolutely adorable way he’d squeak out moos when he was eating something particularly tasty.
Jisung found himself developing a crush on Changbin (partially out of genuinely liking him and his sweet personality, partially from a sense of longing to be like him). And so, Jisung did the only thing that made sense to him.
He put his all into gaining weight.
Jisung had always hated the strict workout routine his parents had forced onto him from such a young age, and he much preferred lounging and playing video games. Still, they’d preyed on his anxieties, reinforcing the idea that no one would be accepting of his hybrid status, especially as such an unconventional one as a cow hybrid rather than the more common cats and dogs. Now though, living in an entirely different country, and seeing Changbin live his life so freely, Jisung felt the desperate need to follow in his footsteps.
So, Jisung started simply with using his employee privileges to sneak himself snacks while working, then dragging chairs for when he was on cashier duty. And while that had helped the first layer of pudge appear, he simply wasn’t gaining fast enough.
Jisung couldn’t help it, imagining himself big enough to rival Changbin’s own bulk, his own boobs filled to the brim with milk. Though now, he’d sadly poke at his own chest, awaiting the day his milk ducts would finally produce something.
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The thing Jisung hadn’t really considered in his eagerness was that he’d need to order a size up in uniforms.
The button up shirt was absolutely clinging to every roll of his body, and his boobs looked like they were one deep breath away from ripping his shirt open and escaping. Thankfully his boss just wordlessly ordered him a size up and tossed him an apron to tie over so it wasn’t as noticeable. Weirdly, his chest had been aching in an unfamiliar way, not super painful, just full.
During the slow periods Jisung couldn’t help but think about Changbin seeing him in this state. He wondered what his other cow hyung would think, if he’d be impressed by just how quickly Jisung had tried to follow in his footsteps. Maybe they could share a meal together! Maybe they would bond over their cow hybrid status. And maybe Changbin would let Jisung drink some of his milk.
Jisung sighed, no time to focus on silly fantasies at work.
Unbeknownst to Jisung though, is that as he was daydreaming and snacking, his milk had decided then and there that it was going to come out … just as Changbin walked in for his afternoon snacks.
“Hey welcome to The Divine Cafe, what can I get you?”
It’s in that moment, when Changbin begins rattling off his (very, very) long order that Jisung feels the wet shirt sticking to his skin. It’s then he looks down to see the front and that his own milk has stained his shirt, and the apron on top. Jisung blushes furiously, scribbling furiously to get the rest of the order written down. Meanwhile, Changbin finally moves his gaze away from the menu and looks at the person actually serving him, and his polite smile turns to a look of concern.
“Um, if you need to take a break to milk yourself that’s fine, I can wait!”
Jisung looks panicked, confused, anxious, proud because it’s his first milk! But also it’s his first milk and he’s not prepared, he doesn’t know what to do, where to begin, and his breathing starts to get heavier when he feels a hand on his shoulder.
“Do you need help?”
And Jisung looks, really looks at Changbin with his crop top that has his belly pouring out the bottom, his moobs stretching the fabric to the max, his curly hair so long it nearly covers his horns, and lastly the concern in his eyes, and the tentative smile he has that just highlights his chubby cheeks.
“I-I don’t know, I mean how would you help me?”
“Well you’re past due for a milking, I can’t believe you’d come to work so full of milk.”
Jisung looks down, “It’s my first milk, I didn’t realize.”
Changbin clenches his jaw, “You need someone to help you then.” He said it so confidently, resolutely, that Jisung had no choice but to agree. Not as if he would deny Changbin when he’s been lusting after him for months now.
Jisung’s manager scoffs at the site of them, but gives them the key to the breakroom regardless. “Don’t leave milk stains on the couch” is the only warning given and so they both take that as the go ahead it is.
There’s not much in the breakroom, but luckily there is a couch big enough to not collapse under their combined weight.
Jisung peels the apron and shirt off with little spectacle, the wet clothes being more uncomfortable than any embarrassment he had over his partial nudity.
“So how will it work?” Jisung asks.
To which, Changbin simply replies, “Hands or mouth?”
Jisung exclaimed, “Mouth?”
Though Changbin seemed to take that as his choice and not the question it was. Still, as Jisung felt Changbin’s hot breath come closer to his nipples, he couldn’t find it in himself to object.
Changbin first licked at Jisung’s nipple before beginning to truly suck the milk out. And Jisung? Jisung wasn’t prepared for the sensation of feelings of it all, the bliss of the release of milks, the endorphin high, and the eroticism of seeing Changbin sucking on his nipples so hard, that it felt like they were connected straight to his dick.
How could he have ever denied his cow when this is how good it felt?
Summary: Changbin orders delivery and then eats it 😋👍
Contains eating, stuffing, liquid bloating, dry humping, references to loss of fitness, chubby Changbin and implied eventual ot8
Changbin’s mouth waters with anticipation as he settles onto his bed to unpack his bag of delivery food. The takoyaki is on top, followed by the katsu. He sets them on the bedspread and delves back into the bag for the seafood pancake and the little daifuku mochi he ordered for dessert. And then—finally—he pulls out a huge container full of tonkatsu ramen.
This is what he’s been yearning for, since the moment he opened the delivery app and gave in to temptation.
The rest of the food will be delicious of course, but there’s something about filling up with warm liquid that Changbin just can’t resist. And why should he, when it feels so good?
He’s careful not to spill any as he peels off the plastic lid and reverently brings the container to his lips.
The first sip of broth is rich and savory and hot all the way down to his belly. It’s just as delicious as Changbin expected—salty, complex, and so, so satisfying. So he keeps going, deepening his sips until he’s drinking it down in long pulls.
He lifts the container and tips his head back, paying no mind to the beads of broth that begin to escape from the corners of his mouth. They trail down his double chin and gather in the crease where the fat meets his neck. Still, Changbin ignores it, focused only on drinking more and more.
He can feel the liquid pooling in his gut, the pleasant sensation of filling up and the pressure it creates on the walls of his stomach. It makes him feel like a water balloon, like the slightest movement will cause his stomach to slosh and wobble uncontrollably. He doesn’t know why he likes that feeling so much, but he’s far beyond caring why. The only thing that matters is that it feels good, and his certainty that he deserves to enjoy it.
Changbin keeps guzzling. He drinks more and more until nearly all that’s left is mounds of noodles and chunks of pork belly. Then he sets the container down and puts a hand on his gut. He draws in a deep breath, savoring the difficulty of it with the liquid sitting so heavily in his stomach.
Changbin can’t help the arousal that stirs in him at the heady sensation of fullness. The way his stomach stretches to accommodate everything he’s put in it, the way it sloshes as he leans over to grab a pair of chopsticks from the delivery bag… Even the knowledge that he’s barely gotten started on his feast is a turn-on. He already feels satisfied and pleasantly full, but he’s much too greedy to stop now. And, fuck, he’s even turned on by his own determination to continue stuffing himself after any reasonable person would stop.
Changbin breaks apart the chopsticks and turns to the other dishes.
He pops a takoyaki ball into his mouth, relishing the chewiness of the octopus after drinking so much broth. Then he reaches for a slice of tender katsu. He keeps eating, alternating between bites of both to enjoy the contrast of saucy and gooey with crunchy and toothsome.
He’s almost disappointed when he makes such quick work of them, but then he remembers the seafood pancake. He pulls it out of the styrofoam container and scarfs down half of it—not bad, considering it’s meant to serve eight—before the greasiness forces him to put it down again. His stomach is much fuller now, so full that it’s starting to ache. Truthfully, he’s overfull, but Changbin revels in the ache so much that it only makes him want to eat more. Everything tastes so good, and there’s nothing quite like the satisfaction of feeling it all packed into his swollen stomach.
The only thing that comes close is the simple pleasure of gorging on a massive heap of noodles.
So Changbin reaches for the ramen container, peeks inside at the bright green onions and shreds of nori that fleck the tangle of noodles. He pauses to let out a belch and then dives in. He pushes noodles into his mouth as quickly as he can, mashing them between his teeth before swallowing large mouthfuls.
Changbin’s fingers are deft with chopsticks, more practiced than most at scooping up huge amounts of food, but sheer gluttony has him reaching into the container with his other hand too, pinching up noodles with his fingers and pushing them into his mouth in tandem with his other hand. The sound of his frenzied eating—”mmph mmph mmph”—fills the air as he pushes himself to scarf down more and more and more.
The added fullness hurts in his already packed belly, but Changbin can only think that it feels amazing. He rubs his stomach as he picks off the chunks of pork belly left at the bottom of the container. It’s getting harder and harder to swallow, with each bite seeming to sit at the very top of his stomach.
Changbin lets out a groan. His gut is fully distended now, so swollen and bloated that it puffs out into a huge ball in front of him.
God, he’s so fat.
Changbin knows his weight is getting out of hand. He’s not just chubby anymore; he’s big—really big. So big that he can no longer press chest-to-chest with his friends when they hug. (Not that he minds, of course, when it excites him to think that someday he could be too big for their arms to reach around at all—)
…So big that his gut bounces and his thighs shake when he drives. (And, God, he gets so much mileage out of the fantasy that one day he’ll lever himself into his Kia and his belly will push right up against the steering wheel—)
…So big that his weight gain has become impossible to ignore. (And he doesn’t really want it to be ignored anyways, not when he’s so in love with getting fatter.)
Changbin knows that the others have noticed how quickly he’s packing on weight, and he’s glad that none of them seem to mind. There’s been complaints about the grocery bill, sure, but they became fewer after the time Chan tossed away a mile-long receipt and smiled as he squeezed Changbin’s belly. He had decreed that it was a necessary expense to keep their hungry dwaekki happy, and that had been that.
Then there’s the way Felix shamelessly rakes his eyes over each of Changbin’s curves, the frequency with which he gives in to the urge to pinch his rolls and squeal over their softness.
Even Sungmin likes to rub his belly, although he isn’t very gentle about it. Changbin has to shove him off half the time before it gets to be too much, but all the aggressive kneading and patting does serve to highlight just how squishy he is.
Changbin shudders, feeling his arousal grow as he replays each moment in his head. He loves the way they touch him, loves the fact that they seem so entitled to just about every inch of his fat body. Changbin’s mouth opens in a moan, but another burp pushes its way out instead. He pats his belly, sighing at the relief of pressure, and then reaches for the remains of the seafood pancake. He scarfs down one slice and then another.
He keeps eating, even through the first real prickles of pain in his overstretched stomach.
There’s only two slices left now. Changbin takes one, even as he struggles to breathe around his packed gut. His stomach aches terribly, but it’s so sublime to feel the way fullness turns to pleasure-pain and then gives way to full-out pain. It’s how Changbin knows he’s truly pushed himself to eat as much as he possibly can, to eat more in one sitting than he’s ever eaten before and taken in all the calories that come with it.
He groans and rubs his engorged belly.
Changbin’s shirt has ridden up, exposing his deep belly button and the red stretch marks around it. He feels so impossibly round, his massive gut pushing far into his lap, cradled by his chunky thighs. This could be the most his stomach has ever distended, and the thought alone sends a shock of pleasure down his spine.
Changbin is sure he could barely stand up if he tried, and yet the urge is there to waddle into the living room in his state, to let the others see just how wrecked and overfed he is.
He’s noticed the salacious way Jeongin watches when he waddles heavily from the couch to the fridge for more to eat.
The way Hyunjin swallows thickly when Changbin unbuttons his pants halfway through a marathon meal at the dinner table.
Jisung’s insistence on writing novelty songs about his piggish eating habits long after the humor of it wore off.
Changbin gets the feeling sometimes that they’re teetering on the edge of a precipice, that he only has to get a little bit bigger before one of them shows their hand. Then it will be more than just loaded looks and plausibly platonic touches. It could be… well, it could be just like all of the things Changbin fantasizes about.
The idea fills him with so much giddiness that he has to cram the last slice of seafood pancake into his mouth to temper it.
He wants them, all of them, of course he does. He’s just going to have to keep making himself fatter until they finally come out and say that they want him too.
The thought of it, all of them descending on him at once—praising him for getting so big, for fattening up so nicely until they just couldn’t resist him anymore—has his cock thickening beneath his bulging gut.
Eating like he does always gets him at least half-hard already, but when he thinks about the others…
Changbin’s hips twitch, jostling his overpacked stomach, and he lets out a pained hiss. His belly is so heavy now that it’s uncomfortable to sit with the weight of it resting on him. He pulls his legs under him and shifts onto his knees, then leans forward onto his elbows. His gut lowers down to rest on the mattress beneath him, while his fat ass raises into the air.
Changbin breathes out a deep sigh of relief. The position is much more comfortable, supporting his gut and making it easier to breathe. His belly is so heavy and cumbersome beneath him, like a huge water balloon or a bag of sand, but at least this way the weight is below him.
Changbin lets his knees slide out, just enough for the ball of his belly to sink more fully into the bed. The mattress puts pressure on his already sensitized gut, but Changbin relishes the pain, lets it wash over him until his entire body sings with it.
It’s barely on purpose when his hips roll so that his little cock catches on the bunched-up duvet beneath him. He shudders, whimpering at the ecstasy that courses through him, and does it again.
Then he does it again, and again until he’s outright humping the bed.
“Ohh,” Changbin mewls. He keeps rubbing, letting the pleasure build with his bucking hips until he’s riding the bedding with as much desperation as he can muster.
It’s hard to move like this when he’s so full. He can feel the heaviness of his stomach weighing him down, hampering him in the pursuit of his pleasure. His heart rate picks up, and he starts to pant as he continues to struggle towards release.
God, it’s so much more difficult than it used to be. The fat on his body is wobbling and jiggling all around him. His ass bounces, his thighs quiver. It feels like waves are rippling through the fat on his back.
And yet his gut—packed to capacity—is still as solid as a rock. It stays heavy and swollen beneath him, nestled into the sheets and too big to jiggle at all as he keeps struggling.
“Fuck,” he groans. “I’m just so—hhh—heavy.”
Then he gasps, overwhelmed with arousal at his own desperation.
“Gotten so—hhh hhh—fat.”
The rolls on his back are slick with sweat where skin slides against skin. He can feel it beginning to bead on his forehead as well. He gasps for air, and realizes that he must be much more out of shape than he thought if the effort of humping his blanket is exhausting him like this. Which only goes to show how long it’s been since he tried even the modified workouts he switched to after he started putting on weight.
He probably wouldn’t last a minute at the intense routines he used to do so relentlessly.
It’s that thought—the undeniable evidence of how much his life has changed, and the certainty that he’s fully given himself over to it—that finally sends him over the edge. Pleasure crashes over him like a wave, leaving him panting and jerking his hips as he rides out his orgasm.
Changbin slumps over, exhausted and boneless and still very full as he lies beside the lump of dirtied bedding.
But then he remembers the last item from his delivery order—a fluffy white mochi ball with a delectable strawberry inside.
It doesn’t even occur to Changbin that he could just save it for later. He quickly fishes it out of the delivery bag, unwraps the packaging, and guides it to his mouth—all without bothering to sit up. He takes a bite, paying no mind to the sprinkles of starch that fall to the bedsheet beneath him.
And then he yelps as his bedroom door flies open.
“Seo Changbin!” Minho calls, before drawing up short. “Aigoo,” he says, as he takes in the sight before him. “Our fat dwaekki was enjoying himself, was he?”
Changbin cringes, unsure if Minho is referring to the carnage of empty takeout containers littering the bed, or the post-orgasm flush on his sweaty chest.
“I wanted to ask if you would come with hyung for late night snacks,” Minho says. His eyes track from Changbin’s greasy lips to the half eaten mochi in his hand, then down to the obviously distended ball of his belly. “But it looks like you’ve had a lot to eat already.”
Even after everything—all of Changbin’s fantasies, the others’ growing boldness with his bigger body, the sense that it could all culminate in something real…
Even after everything, Minho’s words still manage to embarrass him. He hadn’t anticipated being seen by anyone in this state, or having to answer for what he was doing behind his closed bedroom door. And yet his hand is creeping over the arc of his belly, prodding at it to assess its fullness.
Changbin licks his lips. “I’m pretty full but I… I could probably eat a little more.”
Minho grins. “Good,” he says. He comes closer, right up to the edge of the bed, and Changbin can’t find the will to shy away or cover himself. Minho sits down and strokes a hand over his gut. “Don’t worry about your spoiled tummy getting too full. Just focus on eating well, okay? Hyung will give you all the belly rubs you need to help you finish all your food.”
Changbin bites back a whimper. If he hadn’t just come, he knows he would be hard at the sweetly condescending tone that Minho slips into so easily.
He wonders wildly if this could be the beginning to everything that he’s wished for, the catalyst that sends them careening into a reality exactly like his fantasies.
But then Minho is up again, striding towards the bedroom door. “Come on, Changbinnie,” he says, with the authority of someone who knows that Changbin will obey.
And Changbin finds himself faced with the task of trying to heave himself out of the bed with his stomach so full.
Not to mention the daunting prospect of waddling his way to whatever food stall Minho has in mind.
“Hyung?” he calls.
Minho sticks his head into the doorway.
“What if we just… had something delivered?” Changbin asks weakly.
love how round changbin is rn god my baby girl has been eating good… he deserves it sm, and these are recent pics too like YALLLLLL im dying over here… send help
just a quick little nsfw brainstorm of fem!changbin and fem!minho, featuring slight food kink; DLDR
imagine chubby fem!binnie. she stops going to the gym as much and starts going on picnics in these cute little flower print sundresses and things. but her cute dresses show the curve of her tummy, sleeves pinching her softer arms. pliant flesh just overflowing from her chest, barely held by the dresses, her chubby face all red and flushed. just soft and dimpled. fem!minho sits her down and sneaks a hand under her sundress, cooing about how pretty she looks while teasingly rubbing her inner thighs. it doesn't take much for fem!binnie before she's soaked through her pink laced panties. fem!minho works further, until she's fingering fem!binnie and hand feeding her chocolates from the picnic basket to keep her quiet.... she was definitely full a while ago, but fem!minho keeps pushing bite after bite past her plump lips, and she can't find the strength to say no because of how blissed out she feels. maybe even a little chocolate dribbles down her chin, but fem!minho makes quick work of it by wiping the sauce with her thumb and pushing it into fem!binnie's mouth.
