#chubby jin

[soft-bellied-tannies]

Little Bite #36

This is not a typical little bite drabble or draft, but I have these short HCs for all seven on what gaining from a lack of control over their eating would look like that I've developed and wanted to share.

Feel free to share your own or send ideas expanding on these if you would like! ---

Jin

Jin has always eaten for enjoyment and pleasure yet with moderation and control. He grew up wanting for very little in a well-off family though that also came with the expectation of appearance. Not necessarily fitting an image of fit and slim, but it did carry a tone of requiring politeness and control - never a social setting acceptable to appear gluttonous or improper. 

Once on his own with less reason to ‘perform’ for his family and more independence to make his own choices, Jin explored his hobbies and tastes with a seemingly endless budget. If he wanted to try a new restaurant or attempt a new recipe, nothing was stopping him. He already had an indulgent personality and the newfound freedom did little for his flimsy willpower. 

Replacing clothes, stocking his kitchen, and ordering food when he didn’t want to cook wasn’t even a thought because he was enjoying himself. Life is nothing without happiness and if food is his happiness at the moment, why limit it? Hitting limits like physical comfort, burdening insecurity, and addressing concerns about his weight are problems for future Jin.

Yoongi

Yoongi is completely unaware of his appetite capabilities leading to him becoming reliant on food for contentedness, a feeling he is chasing more and more as time goes on.

The realization of lack of control and gaining is a surprise, but it also does little to disrupt his habits because the warmth and comfort of finally being content that comes with being full or even just sturdier is ten times better than caring about his appearance. 

Indulging also brings in a newfound sense of connection that he lacked with his habits of overworking and isolation. Social interactions with his close people often center around food which is where the slip into overeating begins.

He finds himself craving those feelings even when he is alone and that is when eating becomes a desired comfort rather than a basic necessity. Yoongi will eventually take on the mindset that gaining weight is a show of his comfort and that is more than acceptable for him.

Hoseok

Hobi is the picture-perfect image of control. All aspects of his personality and life reflect his natural ability to lead, maintain, and dictate. Control is something that brings him peace and security which is why he exercises it so freely yet firmly. Little he does in life threatens his control which is an active choice he makes to ensure it stays intact. 

However, as life is for everyone, one cannot control everything. When something enters Hobi’s life that completely removes his control, he becomes reactive and impulsive to do anything to get that control back as soon as possible.

If something were to happen physically like getting injured or dealing with a minor but prolonged illness, he would take any advice to ‘fix’ what he can. Being forced to make changes and adjust his routines due to this new obstacle taking control would frustrate him in ways almost nothing can touch his strong resolve. 

Hobi does nothing casually, the full effort being made in all his choices so if the advice is to bulk up and regain his strength to heal and return to normal life quicker, he would take drastic action to make that happen. In his haste to take his control over his life back, Hobi unintentionally dismantles his control surrounding food.

Namjoon

Namjoon views everything in life to have purpose and eating is fuel for him in all ways. He may even start with the feeling that food is fuel for physical needs, but stress would bring on an attitude that food is also fuel for his mind and emotions. This shift in thinking would turn him from an intentional and functional eater to an unintentional and reactive eater. 

Namjoon would also have a surface-level apathy toward body expectations where outwardly he doesn't buy into expectations and his body can look however it looks without consideration of other people.

Although internally, he slowly falls into a spiral about the way his body is changing as well as how his thoughts and feelings are changing. In response to his emotional spiral, the overeating continues and even increases almost in a way to prove to himself that it’s okay.

Jimin

Jimin is all too knowing of his appetite capabilities, but he is truly unable to control it once he lets his restrictions drop. He is unable to get the control back in place after realizing how far he's gone, but he also a small shameful part of him is uninterested in regaining that control.

There is a level of relief Jimin feels in giving up his restrictive, unhealthy mindset that he cannot reach with any other coping mechanism. Nothing brings him quite the same comfort as undoing the long and often painful methods of maintaining his once concerningly small physique.

While the weight gain isn’t entirely healthy for him mentally either, there is no longer any physical weakness or devastating lack of energy so he will endure the other end of the spectrum mentally to avoid restricting himself.

With time, he would eventually begin to regain his confidence and accept the happiness that enjoying food freely brings him. It's clear that given how his body and mind reacted, giving up that intense control over his weight was actually better for him even if he is much bigger now than he ever imagined he would be.

Taehyung

Taehyung is an artist at heart and would find an ‘experience’ in everything, even a simple meal. He is also a social butterfly and saying yes to those experiences at new places with old friends or well-loved places with new friends brings him joy. So what if he goes out for every meal in a single day if it was with people he loves?

It isn’t so much of a lack of control in terms of eating for Taehyung, it’s that he allows his want for connection to outweigh the signals from his brain and body that he’s eaten enough. Social eating and drinking can be mindless and longer than an averagely proportioned dinner at home.

No matter the consequences, regaining his control over food is not something Taehyung is interested in when his relationships are thriving more than ever, and deep down, he knows that putting those limits on himself would be no easy feat. 

Taehyung likes to tell himself that overeating and poor food choices only happen when he is out with people, but if he were honest with himself, he would acknowledge that those habits start happening at home pretty quickly.

Ordering out for almost every meal is his routine and those orders get bigger and bigger over time. He can’t even simply talk on the phone or have a friend over for a casual afternoon chat without wanting to eat.

Jungkook

Having a big appetite has been Jungkook’s normal his entire life. In his teenage years, it was as if he could never actually feel full, but it also did not look as if he was eating enough for a family of four in a single day. A hyperactive lifestyle and unbelievably high metabolism made gaining weight the farthest thing from his mind. 

Jungkook was also a homebody, attached to his routine and safety net. Any disruption of those brought on debilitating episodes of anxiety until he adjusted. Major life changes like moving away for college, losing loved ones, or prolonged tension between people he was close with could completely disrupt his ‘normal’. 

Jungkook had tried many things and finally found that eating was a bigger comfort than he realized. The feeling of being heavier, that warm fullness, is unexpectedly grounding so overeating becomes a coping mechanism for his anxiety.

Unfortunately, growing older means many parts of his life become more sedentary and his metabolism ages with him so while his coping mechanism helps him more than anything else mentally, it becomes quite a problem for his waistline.

[chubbybubbyjoonie]

I love the thought of all the boys finally getting back together after their long break. Some of them are a little out of shape, little beginner bellies. Some swollen with fat, some bloated by beer, some a mix. Faces round, no more sharp jaw lines or pointy collar bones.

And gradually as they come in one by one, they all notice that each one is bigger. The last and late Jimin comes waddling in half an hour late looking like a completely different person. He takes the cake of becoming the fattest, his huge butt pushing over into Taehyung’s lap when he sits.

They’d certainly be in for a feast.

[cookiesuga55]

Stream of Consciousness Science Cuties NamJin

Ramble:

Every day, Namjoon sits next to his crush in the science lab. Kim Seojin is quiet, shy, and barely speaks to Namjoon. But, Namjoon doesn't really mind. There are little moments that make up for the lack of words, like how Seokjin's cheeks heat up every time Namjoon's fingers brush his when they're sharing slides to look through in the microscope.

Namjoon knows that he's on the nerdy side himself, and he's not ashamed of it. But the day that Seokjin sits down and the little pokémon charm peeks out of the zipper of his book bag, Namjoon positively lights up. It's the first time the Seokjin properly talks to him, and Namjoon considers it a massive win.

He tries to pay attention. He really does love biology, but something about Seokjin keeps distracting him. Maybe it's the softness that appeals to Namjoon, he isn't sure, but Seokjin's full dumpling cheeks, cute double chin, and rounded waist for some reason make Namjoon practically salivate. He finds himself peeking at the man's soft tummy that presses against the inside of his fuzzy sweaters, pulling them tight and rounding him out. Seokjin's thighs swell against the restrictive fabric of his jeans, and Namjoon can't help but stare at the way his creamy skin bulges out of the illegally high rips up his thighs. Namjoon bites his lip as he notices a few little pink stripes on the other's waist and soft hips when he bends down to get his textbook, and his sweater creeps up. Namjoon knows he's being weird... and potentially creepy. Honestly, he's trying not to stare. But how can he not notice how pretty the other man is? How can anyone in the lecture look anywhere else besides Kim Seokjin? No one else seems to have the same problem as him, and Namjoon sits on his hands for the rest of the hour just to be safe.

The weeks pass, and Namjoon slowly coaxes more words out of the other who seems to be growing considerably more comfortable with him, especially once Namjoon starts sharing half of his protein bars that he doesn't really need anyways. But it's so worth it, because of the way that Seokjin's eyes light up whenever he offers half of his food at the start of class sneakily underneath their table. It's really adorable... so Namjoon keeps doing it, just to get closer to him and glimpse the pretty smile that he might be getting addicted to.

As much as he tries to be good, one moment is burned into his mind, and Namjoon almost wishes that it hadn't ever happened. The previous group must have spilled some of the solvents they were analyzing on the floor, and been too rushed to clean it up. There was a nearly-invisible puddle right by Seokjin's seat, and Namjoon was on his way back to their lab station with some paper towels to clean it up. Just as he was bending down to wipe up the saline solution, Seokjin's tennis shoe entered his vision. Namjoon watched his foot slip practically in slow motion. On instinct, he shot his hands out, firmly grabbing one of Seokin's thighs, and the other steading the man's thick waist. Namjoon didn't even realize what he was doing until Seokjin was clutching the edge of the table, nearly toppled over, but successfully held up by Namjoon's hands that sank into soft pudge.

Heat exploded on Namjoon's cheeks, and he shyly looked up from where he was kneeling. From this low perspective, he could see the very bottom swell of Seokjin's belly that his sweater loosely hung over, how the chub gently spilled over the waistband of his jeans that was right in line with his face, and how- Namjoon gulped- Seokjin's perfectly rounded tummy looked full and distended like he'd just eaten a big lunch.

A string of incoherent words fell out of him, laced with apologies as Namjoon blushed even harder and peeked up higher to take in Seokjin's equally mortified brown eyes and his prominent double chin. The second that his friend- were they friends?- was stable and not in threat of slipping, Namjoon let go of the warm softness that filled his hands. His palms immediately felt cold, and he could have whined that he wasn't touching the perfect man any longer. Maybe he did whine, but he really hopes that he didn't.

Namjoon busied himself with cleaning up the spill as Seokjin plopped onto the lab station's stool, and he only glanced up once to see how Seokjin's plump asscheeks were too big for the measly circle of wood that was probably designed only for twigs like Namjoon. He stood up fast, nearly smacking his head on the underside of the counter if Seokjin hadn't grabbed his shoulders and given him a small smile as he pulled him out of harm's way.

Namjoon stuttered apologetically, asked if he was okay, and finally righted himself just to shove his glasses back up his burning nose. He definitely sat on his hands. They ached from feeling such delicious squish, and they threatened to chase another handful of the soft warmth.

Namjoon tried and failed to keep himself from glowing the entire rest of the lesson once Seokjin let out a breathy "thank you, Joon-ah," right next to his ear and gently squeezed his shoulder.

[chubbypinkminnie]

The Hyung line (minus Namjoon sorry jooni)

They’re a bit squished for this photo.

[chubbymins]

Pampered

I have no idea how I feel about this. i’m indifferent.. like I like it but I also don’t. But all that matters is that I tried- This is crossposted to ao3. 

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  Seokjin was adopted into a rather well off family during Christmas one year. He was essentially a gift for the couple’s rather spoiled son who absolutely loved the siamese hybrid. The boy would groom Seokjin, would cuddle him, even enter him into shows where the hybrid would win first place each time. Seokjin knew he was gorgeous. He knew he was purebred and he made sure everyone he met knew it. Over the years however, the boy lost interest in the hybrid, locking him in a cage when he didn’t want to be bothered, not grooming him.. At all, hell the kid barely even fed the poor siamese. He always opted to go out all night or even days at a time with friends, leaving Jin home alone, hungry and wondering what he had done wrong to deserve such treatment.

  A day came where the boy had forgotten to lock Jin’s cage before he left with his friends, so Jin took this chance to escape. The boy’s parents were never home as it was, so leaving the house was as easy as walking through the front door. The siamese hybrid frowned once he was outside, looking back at the door only once before he made his way down the street. He had grown weak in the past months thanks to the neglect and had lost a substantial amount of weight. So when Seokjin had smelled a small hint of food in a nearby alley, his stomach loudly growled. So, he followed his nose. Unfortunately, the smell was just an empty pizza box, which had the weakened hybrid sniffling. How was he supposed to find food on his own? All he had ever known were his previous owners and the high quality hybrid food they had fed him. He didn’t know how to fend for himself out here. Maybe he should just give up, he thought, sliding down onto the dirty alley ground. He curled in on himself there, wrapping his arms around himself as he quietly cried, the pain in his stomach worsening.

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  Jimin had just finished his daily walk through the neighborhood. He was just about to walk up his driveway when he heard a small cry coming from the alley next to his home.  Out of pure curiosity, he turned and made his way into the alley, calling out gently. “Hello? Is anyone down here?” When he got no response, he stilled his movements, listening for the cry again. It took a few moments, but he did hear another few sniffles and whimpers, making the young man move deeper into the alley. It took no more than a few steps for him to see Seokjin curled in on himself and the sight of it had Jimin’s heart dropping. “Oh.. oh honey..” He frowned, kneeling down and holding his hand out as Jin peeked up at the blonde man. “Hi there.. I promise I’m not going to hurt you.. Are you lost? I can help you find your home if you are.”

  Jin frowned at Jimin’s question and slightly shook his head. “No.. not lost. I don’t have an owner anymore..” The statement had Jimin’s frown deepening. He looked at the hybrid’s gaunt face and then over his obviously malnourished body. He must have been living out here for months without him knowing. “No owner?” Jimin spoke. “How long have you been out here, baby? It looks like a few months at most?” Again, Jin shook his head, curling up into a tighter ball. “No.. only about half an hour.. I’ve been neglected for y..years.” He was tearing up again, his voice wavering as he spoke and all Jimin could reply with was a soft “Oh.” How could anyone neglect a hybrid? Especially one that looked like he was the softest and sweetest thing on the planet. It took a few moments of thinking before jimin gently reached out to pet Jin’s matted hair. “Well.. I can’t in good conscience leave you out here. What’s your name, honey? And do you want to come home with me? I promise I’ll take very good care of you.”

Jin looked up immediately then, squinting his eyes at the other man in front of him. “You.. you promise? How.. How do I know I can trust you?” He sniffed, carefully shifting into a sitting position. “And my name is S..Seokjin..” “Well..” Jimin began, pulling his hand back for the moment. “How’s this, I’ll make you a deal. I’m a veterinarian for hybrids. So, if you want to come in, let me check you out, get you cleaned up and get you some food and a place to stay for the night, you can. If you want to leave in the morning, I won’t stop you. But, if you want to try letting me take care of you, you can stay. That okay? I really can’t leave you out here tonight by yourself.. It looks like it’s going to rain anyway.”  This had the siamese weighing his options. On one hand, he could have food and a warm bed or on the other hand he could sleep out here and get rained on. Besides, this guy seemed pretty genuine and the look in his eyes told him how he felt.. He could have even sworn there were a few tears threatening to fall out of the other man’s eyes. With a sniff and a small sigh, Jin nodded. “O..Okay but only if you tell me your name too..” Jimin smiled, standing and reaching a hand out to the other. “My name is Jimin.”

  Over the next few hours, Jimin had completely checked over Jin. He was obviously malnourished and had some issues with matted fur, but otherwise he was healthy. He used that term lightly. The smaller man showed the hybrid to the shower and let him bathe himself to give him privacy, though he checked on him every few minutes to make sure he was okay. After he had cleaned up and gotten out, Jimin had given him the biggest pair of pajamas he owned, hoping he’d be comfortable in them until he could buy him new clothes in the morning. Unfortunately, the younger man didn’t have any hybrid food on hand, so he decided to make dinner for the both of them that night. A little human food couldn’t hurt if it was just one day, he thought. While Jin ate, Jimin had to remind him to slow down so he wouldn’t get sick, since he hadn’t eaten in awhile. Thankfully, he listened and Jin ended up with a full belly for the first time in months.

 After dinner, Jimin showed the taller man the room he’d be sleeping in, secretly grabbing a brush while the older looked around. “Seokjin? Would you mind if I brushed your hair before you settled into bed? It’ll help get any left over mats out of your hair.” Jin almost teared up again but nodded, slowly sitting down on the bed and letting Jimin crawl behind him. As the brush glided through his hair, Jin had started to purr. Something he hadn’t done in years. It sounded so foreign to him but he loved this attention and Jimin was being so gentle. He almost didn’t want it to stop, but it unfortunately had to. Ten minutes later, Jimin put the brush down and crawled off the bed, leaning over to press a small kiss to the hybrid’s temple. “There we go. If you need a nightlight, there’s one right there okay? I’ll see you in the morning and I hope you rest well. Remember to think about my offer, okay?” Jin quietly nodded and mumbled a soft “Thank you.” as Jimin left the room, closing the door behind him.

  Seokjin did turn on the nightlight but he didn’t sleep. Instead, he laid out on the bed and thought. He thought about Jimin’s offer. Thought about how a stranger had shown him more love in a day than he had gotten the last two years. He was conflicted to say the least. What if Jimin was telling the truth? What if he really did take care of him and love him for the rest of his life? But.. What if he was lying? What if Jimin just abused him like his last owner? It took hours of thinking, but in the end, Jin had made up his mind. He had only gotten about three hours of sleep before the sun rose and the birds started chirping. It was okay though, he’d get better sleep tonight. The hybrid had quietly gotten out of bed when he heard noises coming from the kitchen. He quietly padded in peeking around the corner at Jimin. It took him a moment to gather the courage to clear his throat, but when he did, the shorter man turned and gave him a bright smile. “Seokjin! Come sit! I’m making breakfast.” The siamese nodded and moved quickly, sitting down at the table. He fiddled with his fingers for a moment as he watched Jimin cook. “Um..J..Jimin?” He squeaked, making the small blonde turn around once more, head tilted to show he was listening. “I was thinking.. I.. I wanna stay if you’re still offering.” Jimin beamed wide and bright at the older man. “Of course you can! You can have the room you slept in last night and after breakfast we can get you some new clothes and some proper food, okay?” For the first time in years, Seokjin cracked a small, genuine smile, nodding at Jimin’s words. “O..Okay!”

 Jimin had kept his word, buying the hybrid all sorts of new outfits, high quality hybrid food and anything else he asked for which wasn’t much, just his own blanket and a few snacks. Jimin was fine with the snacks, one every once in a while wouldn’t hurt Jin thankfully. Over the next few weeks,the two had gotten closer and Jin had comfortably settled down in his new home. The hybrid had started to sleep with Jimin about a week in, snuggling against his back and hugging onto him as he slept. Jimin definitely didn’t mind this and it helped Jin sleep much better.  Every now and then, Jimin would give Jin a few snacks or a few bites of his dinner, cooing and praising him, telling him how gorgeous he was. How good he was.

  Every now and then became more than once a day and over the course of four months, Jin’s snacking had taken a toll on his weight. All of his shirts now rolled up the curve of his stomach and he had trouble getting any of his pants up and over his ass, which now wobbled whenever he would walk. His moobs jiggled in his shirt whenever he moved and he had a rather thick double chin as well as his thighs brushing together more and his arms having slight wings. This never phased him or Jimin even, as the shorter man would continue to dote on the hybrid. After his nightly grooming, Jimin would gently rub over his belly and sometimes even kiss at it, making sure to let Jin know how handsome he was. Why would Jin’s weight bother him anyway? He was still being loved and pampered and Jimin had shown no signs of stopping. Whenever he would snuggle the smaller man at night, he’d have him pressed into his tummy. Jimin seemed to like that, as he’d turn over and snuggle deeper into the feline’s wobbly tummy.

  Seokjin had noticed how Jimin would watch him whenever he walked anywhere. He always had a small smile on his face whenever Jin’s sides would barely brush against the door frames in the house. Was there lust there? Probably. But Jin saw a ton of love in the other’s eyes as well whenever he caught him staring. There was a night where Jin crawled into bed and nudged Jimin, head tilted slightly. “Jiminnie? I always see you staring.. Do you um.. Wanna play with my belly? You seem to like it a lot..” The younger male blushed slightly but nodded. “I do like it, sweetheart. I love seeing you so happy and well.. Pampered like you’re supposed to be.” He mumbled while reaching to gently rub and grope at Jin’s slightly exposed belly. “I like how soft you’ve gotten and it’s really cute to see you waddling around the house and needing my help more often.” This had Jin’s chubby cheeks tinted pink and had him fiddling with his fingers. “You.. you know, I like it too? I love that you give me all of this love, it’s all I’ve ever wanted? And I like how you snuggle into me more now that I’ve gotten softer? So.. I wouldn’t mind if I kept getting.. Well, bigger.” Jimin smiled, leaning over to kiss the hybrid on his nose and cheeks. “If that’s what you want, Jinnie, then that’s what we’ll do, okay?” Jin nodded and smiled, relaxing completely against the bed as Jimin rubbed and played with his tummy, eventually nodding off.

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 Two years had passed since Jin and Jimin’s talk and since then, the hybrid had ballooned. He couldn’t even turn sideways to get through the doors because his belly got stuck in the frame. If he tried to waddle through normally, his hips and ass would get wedged. Jimin had given up on making him wear clothes because he always grew out of his new ones within a month. Seokjin had gotten so big that Jimin had to buy a bigger bed for both of them to fit and even then, whenever the hybrid rolled over, he would crush Jimin under his belly. The younger didn’t mind it, especially in the winter. Jin’s belly had kept him warm whenever he was pinned under it. His belly drooped down, almost brushing the floor when he stood, his moobs had grown into full on breasts, his cheeks had plumped up and his double chin had started growing into a triple. Jin needed at least two and a half chairs if he could still sit at the table, but lately he’s been opting to lounge on the couch or the special cloud chair Jimin had bought him and placed near the window so he could sun. His thighs could rival tree trunks and his arms were just as flabby.

 None of this stopped Jimin from doting on him or grooming him more than once daily now. His fur and hair were still healthy and sleek and with all of the praise the younger male had given him, jin knew he was still as gorgeous as ever. He was happy and he had a loving owner. It’s all he had ever wanted and it was never going to change.

[soft-bellied-tannies]

Hello friends! 💜

I am not new to writing fanfic, but I am new to writing this style. I hope you enjoy my little stories and feel free to share your thoughts and ideas with me. :)

Tags I will write:

Feedism

ABO/Mpreg

Stuffing/Overeating

Button Popping

Mutual Gaining

Force Feeding/Funnel Feeding

Tags I will not write:

Death Feederism

Immobility

SA/Non-con

Torture

Scat/Emeto

Vore

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✨ Master list ✨

The Heaviest of Sympathies - Vminkook ABO, chubby Taehyung/Jungkook

Happy = Plump - OT7 ABO, chubby Jin/Yoongi/Jimin

A Hefty Reunion - Taegiseok w/ minor Jikook, chubby Yoongi

Poorly Kept Secrets - Vminkook, chubby Taehyung

Noticing the Little Things - Jikook, chubby Jimin

Coping Together - Sopejikook, chubby Hobi

What A Nice Surprise - Namgiseok, chubby Namjoon

Funnel of Love (Pt. 1, Pt. 2) - Jikook, chubby Jungkook

Gaining Weight and Love (Pt. 1, Pt. 2) - Sopejikook, chubby Jimin/Jungkook

Embrace It, Don't Envy It - OT7 ABO w/ Jinmin focus, chubby Jin

Fulfilling Your Desire - Vmin, chubby Taehyung

Heavy Wagers - OT7 ABO, chubby Namjoon/Hoseok/Jungkook

The Occasional Gain (Pt. 1, Pt. 2) - Jikook, chubby Jimin

The Gift of Gain - OT7 Witch Coven, chubby Taehyung

Highs and Lows of the Gain - Jikook, chubby Jimin

Real Baby or Food Baby? - Jikook ABO, chubby Jimin

High Quantity Content - Jikook, chubby Jungkook

Putting the Big in Big Boss - OT7 ABO, chubby Yoongi

And They Were Roommates - Jikook, chubby Jungkook

The Heavy Weight of Healing - Jikook, chubby Jimin

Snack Conditioning - Namjin, chubby Namjoon

Hidden Beneath the Laces - Minimoni ABO, chubby Jimin

Hormonal Havoc - OT7 ABO, chubby Yoongi/Jimin

Weight of Perfection - Jikook ABO, chubby Jungkook

Baked With Love - OT7 ABO, chubby Jimin

Everyone's A Winner - Jikook, chubby Jungkook

Be Good and Pop Your Buttons - VMin, chubby Jimin

Metabolism Mismatch - Jikook, chubby Jimin

Our Big Ol’ Teddy Bear - Sopemin, chubby Yoongi

Gain Your Favor - Jikook, chubby Jimin

The Final Performance - Yoonmin, chubby Yoongi

Stop Thinking & Just Listen - Sope, chubby Yoongi

Fit to Fat and the Reverse - Yoonmin, chubby Yoongi

Date Night Debauchery - Sope, chubby Yoongi

A Dinner and Dessert Too Many - OT7, Jungkook focus

Always Check the Weight Limit - Sopemin, chubby Yoongi

Real Baby or Food Baby? Again? - Jikook, chubby Jimin

One Year Older and Another Size Up - OT7 ABO, chubby Jimin

Supernatural Buffet - OT7 supernatural, chubby Yoongi

The Magic of Modeling - OT7 Magic AU, chubby Taehyung

Full, Fuller, Fullest - Jikook, chubby Jimin

Hidden Intentions - OT7, chubby Namjoon/Yoongi/Jimin

Well, That Was Unexpected - Sope, chubby Yoongi

Room For One More? - Sopemin, chubby Yoongi/Jimin

Thrill of the Gain - Yoonminkook, chubby Jimin

Letting Go - Yoonmin, chubby Yoongi/Jimin

With Love and Cheesecake - Yoonmin, chubby Yoongi

The Curse of Curiosity - OT7

[soft-bellied-tannies]

Everyone's A Winner

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It was Taehyung’s idea because of course it was. 

Their group of friends was at a pizza place after enjoying a night out at the club. 

Yoongi and Namjoon were in a deep conversation about song lyrics while Hoseok was minutes away from sleep, his head moving back and forth between both their shoulders as he cuddled with his boyfriends in the corner of their booth.

Taehyung and Jimin were sitting next to each other, sipping on water and watching their boyfriends across the table who were both somehow still eating. 

The group had ordered pizzas for the table to share, but Jin and Jungkook probably had eaten a full pizza each by this point. Both already had big appetites and they became absolutely ravenous when drunk.

“Gguk is going to be so bloated in the morning. He drank beer at the club and now the pizza - I don’t understand how he doesn’t have a stomachache. I do from just watching him,” Jimin said as he leaned into Taehyung’s shoulder, growing pretty tired himself. 

Taehyung hummed in agreement. “I know, right? I swear I would gain twenty pounds in a month if I ate the way Jinnie does.” 

Jimin giggled as he thought about their boyfriends’ diets catching up with them. “You know what’s annoying though? I bet both of them would still look great if they gained twenty pounds. I’d look like a frumpy mess.”

“Oh hush, I bet it would all go to your ass and you would look hot as fuck,” Taehyung countered, poking his best friend’s side and making him laugh. He was a little caught up on Jimin’s comment though. 

“Actually, I think they would look pretty great with another twenty pounds, Min.” 

Jimin looked at him with a brow raised, seeming intrigued. “I mean, I think Ggukie would look incredible no matter what, but what are you suggesting? Those two eat like this almost every weekend and look at them - you would never know.” 

Taehyung crossed his arms and thought it over. “How about a little wager?” 

“Go on…” Jimin replied, interested in his best friend’s scheme. 

“Twenty pounds starting tomorrow. Whoever can fatten their boyfriend up the quickest gets a fancy date night paid for by the loser,” Taehyung declared, watching his best friend’s eyes widen at the suggestion. 

Jimin thought it over and held out his hand, thinking about how hot he found the idea of giving Jungkook a soft tummy. “You’re on.” 

—

Jimin knew it was going to take planning to beat Taehyung since he was aware that the other couple had tried their hand at a fair share of food-related stuff in the bedroom. He had heard all about the best orgasm of Taehyung’s life which involved Jin eating whipped cream off his boyfriend. 

Although, there were two things that worked in his favor - Jungkook was absolutely the most competitive person he knew and they both had intense praise kinks. Jimin knew he could use it in their favor. 

His main approach was honesty, dropping the idea to Jungkook as they were getting ready for bed. The large amount of pizza had sobered his boyfriend enough to talk it over and surprisingly, Jungkook was completely on board. 

Jungkook said he had always enjoyed Jimin calling the shots, he loved a challenge, especially against Jin, and, the most shocking admission, he actually knew about feedism from the sexual psychology class he took as a gen ed credit. 

They decided that the whole thing would get called off as soon as one of them stopped enjoying themselves and any limits could be thrown in as they figured things out. Jungkook also made it very clear that he had every intention of beating Jin, fancy date or not, which made Jimin laugh.

Jimin also found that Jungkook was full of good ideas as his boyfriend suggested they  ‘consummate’ their deal together - just for commitment's sake. 

Waking up the next morning, Jimin did a little research on his phone while laying in bed. He looked over Jungkook’s shirtless body as his boyfriend was snuggled up against his side and noticed that he was bloated just as Jimin had guessed the night before. 

However, Jimin was noticing for the first time that he thought his boyfriend looked really great with a bit of softness around his middle. Jungkook looked sturdy and strong like Jimin could spend hours warm and safe in his arms. 

He placed a gentle kiss on Jungkook’s forehead and gave his stomach a tentative press, testing the waters for himself and thinking about how the twenty pounds would add to his boyfriend’s figure. Jimin would admit that his excitement was growing as he made his plans. 

When he finally woke up, Jungkook found a bowl of hangover soup on the counter with ibuprofen and an americano next to a note from Jimin that said he would be back soon. He dug into his food right away, savoring his boyfriend’s cooking talents and looking forward to fully indulging his gluttonous side for the next few months. 

As he finished off the last few bites, the front door of their shared apartment opened to reveal Jimin with various bags and a box in his hands. Jungkook helped him with some of the bags and watched as his boyfriend dropped the box on the counter with a dense thud. 

Jungkook looked in the box and saw that it was a bunch of small cartons filling the box. “What’s all this?” 

“This…” Jimin said as he pulled a carton out of the box, “...is how we win.”

Taking the carton from his boyfriend, Jungkook read the label and his eyes widened. “That’s a lot of heavy cream, babe.”

Jimin nodded with a smile. “Yep, and you are going to drink one every night before bed.”

“Oh…” Jungkook whispered, surprised to find that he was turned on by the idea instead of nervous or uncertain. “How did you come up with this idea?”

“I did some research this morning. I wanted to make sure we did this as healthy as possible so you didn’t get sick. And so, you know, we won,” Jimin explained with a smile, putting the carton back in the box. 

Jungkook wrapped his arms around Jimin’s waist and kissed him softly. “I know this may sound weird, but I am really looking forward to this.” 

“Me too, baby, me too.” 

—

Taehyung had texted Jimin about the terms of their agreement and sent picture proof of their boyfriend’s starting weights. While Jimin was not going to disclose their plan, his best friend openly told him they intended to stuff Jin with a huge dinner every night and were quite confident in their win already. 

Jimin was coy with his answers and said they would try their best, even going as far as saying that he was saving money for the fancy date budget in the event of their loss. He had Taehyung eating out of the palm of his hand figuratively while Jungkook was literally doing so. 

Alongside their nightly serving of heavy cream, Jimin’s plan was to keep his boyfriend eating more all day rather than a single meal. He made sure to cook homemade, hearty meals paired with a fully stocked pantry of snacks.

Jungkook was honestly impressed with his boyfriend’s concise research, but he had to admit, Jimin was considered an overachiever for a reason. He was shocked to find that he had already gained seven pounds just a little over two weeks into the wager even though his stomach showed a clear indication of where that weight went.

By the one-month mark, Jungkook had gained another six making him thirteen pounds heavier and twice as confident as he was at the start of their agreement. Jimin had always been attentive and took care of him well, but something about this new dynamic had Jungkook falling more in love with his boyfriend. 

Not to mention what it had done for their already-active sex life. 

As he got ready for a night out with their friends, Jungkook noticed a difference in his body for the first time. He had taken to wearing sweatpants and hoodies since Jimin had been keeping him well-fed and his stomach had needed room to accommodate the amount of food he was eating each day. 

Pulling on his typical black jeans he wore to the club, Jungkook noticed they were a little harder to button. The pants were already snug before, his ‘ass-hugging’ jeans as Jimin lovingly called them. But now, they were definitively tight - the new pudgy layer around his middle pushing over the waistband into a little muffin top. 

Jimin stepped up behind him and squeezed his sides, kissing his bare shoulder. “My baby is getting soft.” 

Jungkook felt his cheeks warm up with his boyfriend’s direct acknowledgment of his growing size. Jimin had always been able to fluster him, but it was at a new level with their current arrangement. 

“Feels nice,” Jungkook replied quietly, enjoying the feeling of his boyfriend’s hands on his body.

Jimin smirked and kissed Jungkook’s neck to his ear. “It does feel nice and it looks even better. So handsome.” 

Jungkook tried to fight off the deeper blush that he knew was spreading to his chest. He pulled Jimin around him to wrap him in a proper hug. “What if we just stay home tonight?” 

“Oh, you don’t want to go show all this off?” Jimin teased, one brow raised as he ran his eyes over Jungkook’s midsection. 

“Maybe I just want to show it off for you,” Jungkook replied, laying his hands over Jimin’s and intertwining their fingers. He stepped away and directed them toward their bed, falling back and pulling his boyfriend with him. 

Jimin went willingly, bracing his hands on either side of Jungkook’s shoulders to catch his fall. He lay against his boyfriend, taking a moment to feel the difference between their bare midsections - Jimin’s toned abdomen further emphasizing Jungkook’s new softness. 

They made out hungrily for a few minutes, the only sound filling the room being their lips connecting and heavy breathing. In a swift show of his strength and a burst of unexpected dominance, Jungkook flipped them over and attached his lips to Jimin’s neck. 

As his boyfriend’s lips trailed down his chest, Jimin grabbed a handful of Jungkook’s hair and finally responded, “You’re right, baby. We should stay home.” 

—

“So, what happened on Saturday? Just couldn’t face me, already mourning your loss,” Taehyung said smugly, poking Jimin in the side as they walked toward the library. 

The couple had actually stayed in, but it was by no means an early night. They were up until dawn appreciating their time together and spent most of Sunday lazing around and keeping Jungkook fed.

Jimin rolled his eyes and took a long sip of his coffee. “If you must know, Ggukie and I enjoyed some personal time instead of going out.” 

Taehyung laughed, breaking his stoic demeanor. “You stayed home to fuck? God, only you.” 

“It was Jungkook’s idea…this time,” Jimin replied with a smirk, making both of them laugh even harder. 

Taehyung held the door open for Jimin as the still-laughing duo walked into the library. They quickly found the room where their boyfriends were studying and joined them. 

Jimin noticed the slight cling of Jin’s t-shirt on his stomach and saw a little more softness on his cheeks, clear signs of him gaining a bit. However, he knew that they were in the lead even if it wasn’t evident by looking at his boyfriend. 

Placing himself in Jungkook’s lap, Jimin could feel the little belly in progress below his boyfriend’s oversized sweatshirt. His weight gain had gone completely to his midsection and was well hidden beneath his clothing choices making it seem as if he had barely gained at all. 

There was a certain extra level of satisfaction that Jimin was feeling against Taehyung’s cocky attitude toward the bet when he knew that the impressive speed of Jungkook’s gain would be an unexpected reveal. 

Jimin wrapped his arm around Jungkook’s shoulders and leaned in for a kiss. “Hey, baby.” 

“Hi, did you have a good day?” Jungkook asked quietly, bringing his arms around Jimin’s waist to keep him in his lap. 

Nodding while moving back in for another kiss, unable to resist his boyfriend’s sweet smile, Jimin hummed a positive response. “The usual. Would have rather spent it like this weekend, honestly.”

Jungkook looked up at him with a soft smile, tightening his grip in recognition of his boyfriend’s sentiment. He pulled him closer until he could rest his head on Jimin’s chest, pressing his lips to his collarbone. 

“Ugh, you two are sickening,” Taehyung quipped, staring at them with an amused expression while Jin faked a gag. 

Jimin stuck his tongue out at Taehyung making all four of them laugh before they actually started studying. Time passed quickly and Jimin looked at his phone after finishing an assignment to find it had already been two hours since he and Taehyung arrived. 

Reaching over into Jungkook’s bag, Jimin pulled out one of the various snacks that were in the front pocket. He slid a container to his boyfriend after opening it and encouraged, “Have a snack, baby. We’ve been working for a while.” 

Jungkook smiled and instantly reached for one of the protein bites in the container, leaning over to give Jimin a quick kiss. “Thanks, Minnie.”

Taehyung looked at his best friend and rolled his eyes. He knew that Jimin had been making all of Jungkook’s food and assumed that it was never as much as what he was giving Jin. With his lack of cooking skills and hefty bank account from his and Jin’s parents, they relied on takeout and convenience store trips for their calories. 

What Taehyung didn’t consider was that Jimin had full control over went into every bite Jungkook had and he ensured that it was never lacking in nutritional value and calorie density. Jimin did solid research and meal prep with the intention of winning the bet as well as helping his boyfriend fill out so nicely. 

As he watched Jungkook work through the little cute container of whatever Jimin had made for him, Taehyung pulled out his wallet and handed his campus card to Jin. “You’ve been working for a while too, babe. Why don’t we visit the vending machine?” 

It was now Jimin’s turn to roll his eyes, knowing exactly why Taehyung brought it up. He watched as both of them got up, Jin even asking with a smirk if Jungkook wanted anything. 

Jungkook shook his head and placed his hand on Jimin’s leg. “Nope, Min takes care of me just fine.” 

Jimin smiled and leaned over to kiss his boyfriend’s cheek, watching as their friends yet again reacted dramatically. Once they were out of earshot, Jimin turned to Jungkook and said, “Tae is so cocky. He asked me if we were mourning our loss this weekend and couldn’t face him.” 

Jungkook threw his head back and laughed, “He’s ridiculous. It doesn’t help that Jin is the same way. When we got here, he asked if I lost weight and thought it was hilarious.”

“Jinnie’s probably gained half of what you have; we’ve got this in the bag,” Jimin replied, leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed and feeling a bit smug. He knew that Taehyung’s attitude was making him more competitive. 

“What if we give them a little sneak peek when they get back?” 

Jimin raised his brow in confusion. “What do you mean?” 

Jungkook lifted the hem of his hoodie to reveal his white t-shirt below, one that was already rather form-fitting prior to their little arrangement. It was fairly tight, hugging Jungkook’s middle in a way that made his stomach look like it had grown even more than it already had. His belly sat over the waistband of his sweatpants and was a bit rounded out since he had topped off his day-long grazing with the snacks Jimin just gave him. 

“When they get back, say that you are cold and ask for my hoodie. I’ll take it off and we’ll see if they change their tune about the whole thing,” Jungkook explained with a smirk. 

Jimin grabbed his chin and pulled him in for a deeper kiss than their earlier chaste pecks. “God, I love you. You are so sexy - have I told you that lately?” 

“Yeah, a couple of times,” Jungkook answered with a smile, returning for another kiss. 

Sometimes, he was a little shocked by how much this new dynamic affected him, expecting insecurities or frustrations to pop up during the transition. Between how amazing it felt to indulge and Jimin’s constant, genuine praise, he was loving the recent changes. 

They tried to keep it PG since they were in the library and waited for their friends to return, Jungkook finishing the container of protein bites in the meantime. 

The pair walked back through the door and Jin was holding a bag of chips and a couple of candy bars. Jimin knew it obviously had calories to it, but he was well aware that Jungkook’s snacks throughout the day were double, if not triple, what Jin’s were. 

Once everyone was back to work, Jimin finally reached over and tapped his boyfriend’s hand. “It’s a little chilly in here, baby. Do you mind if I steal your sweatshirt?”

Taehyung and Jin both looked up at them, mainly ready to tease Jimin for always being cold, but their words fell short, growing speechless as Jungkook stood and pulled his hoodie over his head. Jimin almost laughed at their reaction, as they stared at his boyfriend who turned sideways to give them a clear view of their impending loss. 

They ignored their friends who were attempting to hide their reactions. Jimin accepted the hoodie and pulled it over his head, genuinely relishing in the warmth it spread over his body along with the smell of Jungkook’s cologne. He kissed the other’s cheek in thanks and went back to his homework, trying his best not to stare over at Jungkook’s soft belly. 

Jin whispered something in Taehyung’s ear and the couple started to pack up their things. Jimin looked up in confusion and Jungkook asked, “You guys are leaving?”

Taehyung nodded and cleared his throat a few times. “Uh...yeah, we need to…um, we finished what we were working on. We’re gonna head home and get dinner.” 

“Oh, okay, well, have a good night,” Jimin replied lightly, keeping his tone completely normal even though he was laughing on the inside. 

They watched as their packed their bags in record time and left the room. The door was closed for a few seconds before they both burst into laughter. Jimin leaned into Jungkook’s shoulder, nearly in tears.

“Oh my God, Tae’s face was hilarious. He’s going to make Jin eat until he’s sick tonight,” Jungkook said, only making Jimin laugh harder. 

Eventually, they calmed down and decided to head home too. There was no reason they couldn’t enjoy a nice dinner together as well.

—

Six weeks after the bet started, Jimin knew they had won. Jungkook was reclined on the couch, one hand on his stuffed belly as they watched a movie. It had actually been Jimin’s idea. 

With three pounds to go, Jimin decided that they would spend the weekend closing their gap and securing their win. He told Jungkook they could have a Marvel marathon and he was going to feed him the entire time. 

They got up Saturday morning and Jimin cooked him a huge breakfast while Jungkook got the living set up. He fed him bite after bite of a hefty, American-style breakfast while they watched the first Iron Man film. 

After clearing multiple plates, Jimin let him have a little break and some belly rubs until the movie finished, but they were far from done. As soon as the next film started, Jungkook was eating again. 

Jimin brought him snacks and drinks in every free moment, encouraging him to keep grazing while he went to prepare lunch. He knew they had been stretching Jungkook’s stomach capacity with his new habits, but Jimin was really going to push it that weekend - eyes set on the prize. 

Lunch had been a bit of a reprieve compared to the rest of the day. Jimin never wanted Jungkook to feel ill so he kept it simple with kimchi-jjigae, something they could eat a little mindlessly. He brought him a decent size bowl with a large serving of rice and told him to just eat as much as he wanted. 

He should’ve known better that Jungkook wasn’t going to hold back, finishing the soup and rice with ease. Letting a slight belch when he was finished, Jungkook reclined back into the couch and focused back on the movie. 

Jimin couldn’t help but appreciate the growing state of Jungkook’s middle. Although his boyfriend had spent most of his days grazing throughout, Jungkook wasn’t typically eating big meals and snacks back-to-back all day. This was a welcome sight in his opinion. 

It was only mid-afternoon and Jungkook’s belly was already rounding out, his shirt highlighting the amount of food he had already eaten. Jimin gave him a gentle massage, helping him digest his meal. 

Unsurprisingly, Jungkook fell asleep after lunch - falling into a bit of a food coma. Jimin smiled and kissed his forehead, leaving a note that he was going to run to the store to restock a few things. 

By the time Jimin got home and got the groceries put away, Jungkook was awake and watching the first Avengers film. Jimin greeted him with a kiss and handed him two banana milks and a bag of honey butter chips. 

Jungkook decided to pause the movie and go sit at the kitchen counter while Jimin prepared dinner, not all that surprised to see his boyfriend going all out on dinner. With various containers of banchan and a couple of trays of meat, it was clear that Jimin was going to set up a full KBBQ at home for the evening. 

Dinner seemed to go on for the rest of the night. As long as Jimin kept cooking the meat, Jungkook kept eating. He was impressed by his boyfriend’s unending appetite, but Jimin also knew that Jungkook enjoyed it, having told him that he was really enjoying the sensation of being full lately. 

With the ending scene of Iron Man 3 playing, Jungkook finally tapped out. Jimin honored it, more than impressed with how much his boyfriend had eaten. He cleaned up everything quickly while Jungkook laid back on the couch, feeling more full than he ever had been before. 

Jimin helped him off the couch, holding back a laugh as Jungkook walked like a pregnant woman and crawled into bed where they put on the next movie. He massaged Jungkook’s stuffed middle and whispered sweet praises in his ear. 

As Jungkook was starting to doze through the end of the film, Jimin kissed his forehead and told him that he would be back in a minute. Jungkook assumed that he was going to actually get ready for bed, but he was met with a surprise when Jimin returned with a little carton of cold heavy cream. 

“It’s the last one, baby. You have to finish it, right?” Jimin asked sweetly, allowing Jungkook space to turn him down. 

But, Jungkook just smiled and nodded. “I mean, it can’t go to waste.”

Jimin hopped up on the bed and offered it to his boyfriend, surprised to see him start chugging it down instead of sipping on it as he expected. It was nearly gone before Jimin had even settled.

Jungkook drained the last bit and leaned back into his pillows, hand on top of his stomach with a quiet groan. “I’ve never been this full in my life.” 

With an exasperated laugh, Jimin’s hands found their way back to his belly which was impressively tight. He leaned in and started placing kisses along Jungkook’s jaw and neck. 

“Mmm, might be too full for anything tonight, Min. I feel like I could pop,” Jungkook mumbled, his head thrown back against the headboard and his eyes closed. 

His words sent a shiver down Jimin’s spine as he straddled his boyfriend. “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll take care of everything,” he said softly before disappearing under the covers and keeping his word until they fell asleep.

The next morning, they woke up similarly to the first morning of their bet. Jimin was propped up on the pillows looking through his phone while Jungkook was curled into his side. He thought back to his boyfriend’s little bloated tummy that seemed so big at the time and compared it to what he was seeing now. 

Jungkook still looked as if he had just finished a big meal, the weight settling overnight from the top of his stomach to his lower belly. He looked so soft and warm that Jimin just had to cuddle him. 

“Minnie?” Jungkook asked groggily, turning slightly to wrap his arms around his boyfriend. 

Jimin smiled and kissed his cheek softly, “Morning, baby.” 

Jungkook tucked his face into Jimin’s neck and felt one of his boyfriend’s hand slide down his chest to his stomach, pushing slightly on his bloated belly. “Oh…wow…”

“Want to go see if we’ve won?” Jimin whispered, smirking at his boyfriend’s reaction to his growing midsection. 

Jungkook simply nodded and let Jimin pull him out of bed, leading them both to the bathroom where they got out the scale and waited for it to kick on. With a gentle nudge, Jimin encouraged him to step on and they both waited in anticipation. 

The scale beeped once and the red numbers flashed up at them. Jimin did some quick math and wrapped his arms around Jungkook, kissing his shoulder while he snapped a picture of the scale. “21 and a half pounds in six weeks, baby. I’m so proud.” 

Jungkook’s cheeks flushed with a bright blush, but he also felt a bit of that pride himself. “We won.” 

“Yes, we did. Let’s celebrate,” Jimin replied, pulling Jungkook’s hand to lead him back to bed. He quickly sent a text to their group chat with the photo followed by a few teasing GIFs and laughing emojis before silencing his phone. 

Pulling Jimin down on top of him, Jungkook felt the growing difference between their abdomens, and a thought crossed his mind. “So…”

“So?” Jimin asked, waiting to see what the hold-up was.

That pink flush returned to Jungkook’s cheeks as he thought about how to phrase his next question. “What if…I mean, this doesn’t have to, you know, fully stop, right?” 

Jimin tilted his head and rested his weight fully on Jungkook, feeling the softness of his belly against his toned muscles. “Stop what, Gguk?” 

“Maybe we slow down a bit and I can start going to the gym again now that we won, but I like when you feed me,” Jungkook finally admitted, embarrassed by his own words. 

Jimin’s eyes lit up in a smile and he pressed a deep kiss to Jungkook’s lips. “Don’t you worry, baby. I have no intentions of stopping any time soon.”

[chubbybubbyjoonie]

I saw some seasonal weight gain stories and I thought I would give a prompt a go.

I’m thinking of the movie, The Santa Clause.

Namjoonie accidentally knocks the old Santa off the roof and had to become him. He goes through everything such as growing a beard, hair turning white and gaining a lot of weight. The normal Santa things but there had never been a Santa like him before.

His six other boyfriends all move in with him to the North Pole, becoming his new Mrs. Claus. I think they would progressively get more fem like, if you’ve seen the new one you’ll know. They start to become very motherly, always baking goodies for their husband Santa.

With six Mrs Claus’ and all of the cookies and milk Namjoon has to ingest while on his trips, it’s no wonder he gains a whole lot of weight.

And I don’t doubt that the other six would nibble while they bake.