#chubby mingyu

[gyuluttony]

ive gotten enough content of mingyu just being bulky that i really should just write something lowkey…

[muffinwoozi]

Can I request minwon size contrast where Mingyu is pretty big and wonwoo is his skinny little self and Mingyu gets a little insecure after he grows out of another pair of pants. Then wonwoo praises him and reminds him how much he loves his body (can be spicy or non spicy! Your choice!)

sorry this request took some time to post, i've had a stressful week at university meeting my deadlines and all but i'm back in business now woooooo! hope you enjoy <3

(just a heads up that this contains very mild angst, but it's quickly rectified by wonwoo being adorable)

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Serenity

He’s been trying for twenty minutes, but still no luck.

“Come on,” Mingyu grunts as he pulls the denim up and over his thighs. Despite his best efforts, they remain stubbornly stuck under his waistline, the zipper digging into his stomach when he makes a feeble attempt to button the pants up. He lets out a heavy, persecuted sigh and admits defeat, rolling the fabric down and tossing the jeans aside where they can’t taunt him anymore.

There was a time where his acid wash jeans had been Mingyu’s favourite pair of pants; there had also been a time where he could see his feet over his stomach. At first, his weight gain hadn’t really fazed him. A bit of healthy relationship weight has never hurt anyone, and his boyfriend Wonwoo didn’t seem to mind at all. But as the months went on, as he packed on more and more extra padding, he couldn’t help but worry that Wonwoo was just too polite to mention how big he’s gotten. Now, as he stands in front of their mirror in just his undershirt and boxers, the dread sinks in. What the hell is Wonwoo going to think when he gets home and sees his whale of a boyfriend lounging around doing nothing, the pair of jeans that fit him like a glove not too long ago crumpled up and abandoned on their bedroom floor? 

Mingyu sinks down onto their bed, scrutinising his reflection. He winces as his stomach dips down and brushes his thighs as he crosses his legs. He’s gotten chubby all over, a result of being newly self-employed, especially in his midsection. Now, if he wants to reach the cupboard behind the dining table, he has to suck everything in to get through the tight squeeze between the radiator and the chairs, has to exclusively wear slip-on shoes to save himself from the embarrassment of not being able to tie his laces, has to apologise to Wonwoo when he scoots onto his lap and realises he’s too heavy to do that anymore. He feels a sharp prick of something in his eyes, and before he can register that he’s even upset, the tears start falling thick and fast. 

He’s let himself go. He’s let himself go, and Wonwoo’s probably just looking for a reason to dump him. Mingyu doesn’t blame him. Why would someone like Wonwoo, someone as sweet and handsome and precious as his Wonwoo, put up any longer with a good-for-nothing, lazy-

“Mingyu-yah?” A soft voice calls from the hall. Mingyu freezes. He hadn’t realised how loudly he’s been crying until the silence swallows him up. “Can I come in, sweetheart?”

“I, uh-” Mingyu frantically wipes his cheeks with his palms and slides off the bed, cringing at the sensation of his thighs jiggling as he stands. “Of course.” Glancing at himself once more in the mirror, Mingyu wants to bury himself deep into his mattress and never come out. He looks awful.

The door swings open to reveal Wonwoo standing in the frame, mouth twisted down with worry and holding a box from their favourite family-owned bakery down the street. He looks as gorgeous as ever, brown hair swept neatly off his forehead and skin glowing under the warm glow of the fairy lights they have strung up around the apartment. “Mingyu-yah, what’s wrong?”

It seems like Mingyu’s attempts to appear somewhat present have failed, as they tend to do these days. Wonwoo’s eyebrows are drawn together as he places the box on top of their dresser and makes his way over to the bed. One of the legs of Mingyu’s bastard jeans almost trips him up, and when his eyes land on Mingyu’s bare legs, he seems to put two and two together.

“They, uh, they don’t really fit me anymore,” Mingyu begins, voice shaky. “I could get them on fine just last month, I don’t know what happened. Hyung, I feel so unattractive-” The dam inside his chest breaks. Wonwoo wraps an arm around his shoulders comfortingly. “I- I’ve gotten so careless. I don’t blame you if you’re not attracted to me anymore. I’ve ruined my body, and you deserve to be with someone who actually-”

“Sh, sh, sh,” Wonwoo interrupts, rubbing the expanse of Mingyu’s thick thigh soothingly. “It’s okay, you don’t have to worry about the jeans,” he says. “They don’t matter. We can buy you new ones next time we go shopping. But we really need to talk about this.”

“This?” Mingyu repeats unhelpfully. Oh god, he was right. Wonwoo’s going to be honest with him. He’s going to tell him he doesn’t find him hot anymore, and that it would be best if they go their separate-

“I think you’re beautiful, and I don’t know what I have to do to convince you to feel the same,” Wonwoo says, stroking Mingyu’s cheek. “I love you at any size, Mingyu-yah. I think you’re even cuter with the extra weight, though. When I’m stuck in the office, one of the only things that keeps me going is knowing I get to come home every day and do this.” He squishes Mingyu’s cheeks together so that his mouth pouts cartoonishly and kisses him. Mingyu feels his cheeks heat up. Wonwoo laughs softly.

Something warm and safe and fuzzy blooms in Mingyu’s chest. His breathing steadies, and all at once, the shame and self-hatred that were weighing so heavily on him just moments before melt away like his favourite ice cream on a hot day.

“I love you so much, Mingyu-yah. And I love your body.” Wonwoo frowns. “I just wish you loved it as much as I did.”

Mingyu sniffs loudly and nods. “I’ll try to. I think putting on so much weight in so little time has just shaken my confidence a bit. I just haven’t felt like myself lately.”

Wonwoo gets up to retrieve the box off the dresser, a glint in his eye when he opens it up and shows Mingyu what’s inside; three of his favourite pastries coated in his favourite toppings, the exact same pastries he’s been craving all week but has felt too ashamed to eat. “I think I have something that can help. Would you like one?”

With an enthusiastic nod, Wonwoo sits back down and gently feeds Mingyu the pastries one by one, whispering sweet nothings as he licks his lips clean. “Thank you, hyung,” Mingyu whispers as Wonwoo leans in to kiss him. "I love you so much."

"I love you even more, sweetheart. You have no idea."

[chubbybubbyjoonie]

The way Mingyu was whining for his Woozi Hyung in the recent episode had me thinking about how he would whine for food from his Hyung as a bratty feedie… he’d be so big and fat, Woozi would just use his giant belly as a bed or a beanbag. 🥰

[softievante]

a request, if you're interested!

BIG mingyu finds a box of clothes that wonwoo is planning to give away. He gets curious and tries to try on one of wonwoo's shirts and its really tight on him(barely goes past his moobs). when he tries to get it off, he finds that he can't and wonwoo comes home to an embarrassed mingyu who is struggling to get it off

ANON THIS WAS SO VISIONARY OF YOU… i must confess i’m a bit vanilla when it comes to my own common writing about size, but i like to challenge myself + your req was like 🤌 hope i’ve met your expectations :3 i’ve also used it to test this try at writing about bigger boys :)

cw: (light?) humiliation (it’s consensual ok)

“the curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought him back” says an ancient proverb that’s more well-known for its first part. the second one usually comes as a surprise for most people, and sure gives a new perspective to the saying. curiosity wasn’t supposed to be a bad thing, nor something worth of negative consequences. knowledge should be celebrated, after all.

to change the animal in question, though, would it make a difference? let’s say, a puppy. a very curious, nosy puppy boy who was all on his fours (not for the reasons he commonly got into that position), grunting and sighing as he didn’t find what he was looking for. would he end up in trouble for such eagerness to find out about everything and anything?

mingyu was, beyond all, impatient. and it seemed the bigger he’d gotten, the more impatient he’d grew, too, always whining and demanding and pouting when he didn’t get what he wanted. right now, the small noises of frustration came from the mystery of where had his boyfriend put his new pair of jeans, bought last week when mingyu decided his then current ones were getting too snug. all clothes seem too snug when you reach third digit lbs, you know. especially when you surpass the first hundred.

so there mingyu was, on all fours, belly touching the ground as he sweated due to the effort to keep supporting his own weight. the closet wasn’t the coolest place in their apartment, which only made him more miserable.

“where the fuck is this…” he paused in the middle of cursing when he found a cardboard box where ‘DONATION’ was written. “oh.”

he pulled the box out of its place, suddenly forgotten about his pants.

it wasn’t supposed to be anything interesting, nor surprising since the purpose of those clothes being there were literally stamped on the cardboard, but somehow mingyu started to grab and inspect piece by piece, laughing at some weird t-shirts and gasping at others that he considered too cute to be thrown away.

in the process of rummaging through them, however, an idea lit up in his mind. some of them were pretty. pretty enough for mingyu to take his time examining the fabric, the striped pattern. obsessing with how small wonwoo was in comparison to him.

if he took just an instant to think about it further, he wouldn’t do it. mingyu is not the type to ponder, though, so before he can understand how disastrous his actions can be, his torso is already naked, hands gabbing excited at wonwoo’s t-shirt to pull over his head.

it looks like a crop top. and that’s being gentle. the fabric got stretched, the effort to make it enlarged enough for mingyu’s width turning it into a second skin, almost. it barely covers his fat breasts, the sleeves are suffocating his swollen arms.

curiosity gets the cat killed, and the puppy… the puppy gets stuck, breathing hard when he notices it’s tight, tight, not the common tight of his clothes. the collar hugged his neck, making him realize how extra he got everywhere.

a voice sounds from the room, “mingyu-ya?”

mingyu froze. he knew what was coming for him, and it was not flowers and chocolate.

“hey, why are you…” wonwoo stopped mid-sentence when he saw the scene in front of him. “woah.”

“i think i stretched it,” mingyu spat out like it wasn’t obvious that he had completely ruined his boyfriend’s t-shirt.

“stretched it? baby, you’re about to rip it,” wonwoo chuckled, biting the inside of his cheek as he drinks in the sight of mingyu’s enormous frame displayed like that. his belly hung over his sweatpants, full of rolls and stretch marks, his navel deep and begging for a finger inside. “how did you find these? and why were you trying them on? there’s no way they’d fit you,” wonwoo makes sure to point it out, putting his hands over the soft skin.

“i was looking for my new pants and found the box,” mingyu explained, sighing when he feels his boyfriend caressing the large area of his gut. “and i just thought it’d be fun but… but now i’m…” the words struggled to be out, until he expelled them in a sigh, “i can’t get it off.”

wonwoo’s eyes glistened in both desire and malice.

“got so fat you can’t lift your arms?”

“t-that’s not it! i can lift them alright!” mingyu raised them in retaliation, which only made things worse. everything jiggled, in a way that was almost ridiculous.

“ooh, poor thing, need help from his boyfriend to get out from the tiny, tiny shirt you stole from him?” wonwoo mocked, pinching his boyfriend’s double chin. “god, it doesn’t even cover your tits.”

mingyu flushed. there was something terribly arousing about having his overgrown, fat chest called tits. especially when said tits were being squeezed by his lover’s slender hands with no mercy.

“w-wonwoo, please…”

“please what, baby?” wonwoo teased, holding the two breasts under the tight shirt. his cold hands provoked a shiver on mingyu’s skin.

“help me… h-help me take it off,” mingyu whimpered, face violently red from embarrassment.

“what if i don’t want to?”

“p-please.”

“alright, let me just have this for a moment.”

maybe there was a time wonwoo was less shameless. currently it was not the case, so he made no ceremony before putting his mouth over mingyu’s left nipple, sucking on it like it was a very sweet source of pleasure. he did the same with the right one, encouraged by the moans his boyfriend slipped, fingers entertained between wonwoo’s hair strands.

“already worked up, big guy?” wonwoo mocked when he let go of the right tit, a sly smile on his face while he gazed at mingyu’s wrecked face, lips circled in an ‘o’ and forehead painted by a thin layer of sweat. “can’t even stand up for a few minutes to have your boyfriend suck on you?” the only response he got was a mere whine. “alright, arms up,” wonwoo commanded, finally kind enough to help mingyu out of the t-shirt.

after some struggle, they managed to roll it up and pull it off, a fit of giggles elicited from wonwoo in the process as well as cries of protest from mingyu.

wonwoo folds the t-shirt neatly, like it isn’t all funny-looking after mingyu’s try-on.

“gonna keep this in case a good opportunity to make you use it comes at hand.”

mingyu smacked his arm.

“i’m not gonna wear it again. ever.”

“we’ll see about that.”

[gyuluttony]

heyyy, when you get the time, could you write that Mingyu fic we were talking about? I’m thinking Mingyu starts off athletic as he is, but maybe due to an injury he takes times off and then starts gaining weight. DK first starts off just by comforting him and cooking for Mingyu which leads to his gain.

would love if you could make him as large/fat as you’re comfortable with, and show how he then struggled with choreo/fitting into his outfits. The members have to adapt their choreo for him, DK also starts to gain weight 🥰

hehe i'm on a mingyu high atm so let's go back to my namesake for some gluttony from my favourite gyu... i'm going to change up some stuff for this to keep it fresh as well but i hope you enjoy it!

Bulk Clause

This is a feederism fic and features weight gain and unintentional weight gain. Don't like, don't read.

Getting the ink dry on the contracts took such a burden off the chests of just about everyone within their team that it was worth celebrating. Not many people would have expected a group as large as thirteen members to renew their contract, but as it turned out, not every group had a Mingyu who fought tooth and nail to make sure that it turned out okay and that the family that they made was not going to be torn about by different reasons.

These terms that would have stumped even more established groups for temptation reasons were nothing at the willpower of a man who made sure they stood resolute and as a single team, fighting for clauses that benefitted them as a collective as opposed to swaying them in separate directions.

The glasses of beer clunk together as they cheered, Mingyu feeling some rough pats on his back as he giggled from the feeling. It stung a little bit because all the guys tended to be rough knowing he was more than capable of taking a hit or two but following the hectic nature of the renewing of a contract, he welcomed something to bring him back to this reality that they lived in.

"Oi, Mingyu." He turned his head to Seungcheol as he smiled, "Good thing we fought for that clause about our workouts, right?" The smile only grew wider as the plates full of food were delivered without a second thought, filling the table with delicious foods that were unthinkable before. From that small little green room where they had to sneak bites, they were no longer restrained to just about everything that they ate and Mingyu's eyes sparkled while his mouth watered, not even sure what to take first.

Jeonghan leaned his head on Mingyu's shoulder as he patted his arm, "Since we can actually eat now, you can probably bulk better. I know that some other idols have been doing that lately. And you already like working out."

He squeezed the bicep curiously, smiling when Mingyu shied away, "Ah, hyung..." The whine slipped out of him as Jeonghan laughed before pushing a plate to him, "I'm not used to seeing this much in front of me. I remember sneaking bites of food that Seungkwan brought for everyone after his schedules."

Seungkwan was chewing some of the chicken that they got while nodding at Mingyu's comment, "That's in the past now. We got through it so now, we can do what we want." Mingyu began to eat rather quickly, almost like he was scared it was some sort of joke.

Chan leaned on the table, smiling playfully, "Make sure you get your fill before Mingyu and Wonwoo hyung take everything back to their place." Mingyu shot him a look before he was placated by Chan passing over a plate of food that he was eyeing anyways before digging in.

"Even if we take everything back, I'm sure Mingyu will meal prep it into something else anyways." By the sound of Wonwoo's tone, he basically expected it so Mingyu was already making a mental note to make something that they'd both like out of what they brought back.

One of the clauses on their new contract was that members have full discretion of their diets. This was something that they had to fight rather hard on but it was worth the battle. A lot of the members struggled with their own body image following the strict rules with eating that were imposed on them while they were growing and with this clause, it gave them free reign to heal from what they came from.

Some of the members that came to mind were the ones who had already taken steps to better their relationship with food and everything in that avenue, but it also benefitted the ones who frequented the gym. Without any restrictions on their diet, it was possible to properly bulk and cut so they could get a more muscular frame. It wasn't something that was common in the industry in favour of a leaner build but it was gaining a lot of popularity.

Today was, of course, a cheat day. This was made clear before Mingyu and Seungcheol began to stuff their faces with whatever was in reach. It continued throughout the night, celebrating, feasting, cheering and reminiscing on old times. Mingyu had to tune in and out, discretely rubbing his bloated abs underneath his shirt. They had all eaten their fill but Mingyu and Seungcheol probably had eaten a fair share of everything on the table.

The problem with diets though when dealing with muscle gain was that starting the cut was always difficult. So many different things were delayed for the sake of a cheat day and Mingyu lost track of how many times Seungcheol suggested to get a meal together. Most of the time, it ended with them too full to even properly work out, promising that they'd go the next day. It was just hard to say no when the food was good and their workout days lined up anyways.

At the very least, it was good to know that the eating and not restricting his habits was working out. His arms looked rather beefy and were bigger than ever before. Flexing these days was something of a lethal weapon when he was wearing short sleeves, their fans immediately noticing how his arms were.

They also noticed some other changes. More talks on social media that he was coming for Seungcheol's position for the best ass in the group. Some of the shots they got of them rehearsing surprised Mingyu, moving his hands to his ass and feeling the way fat started to yield to his touch, a lot more than before. But, he wasn't sure what to think when his belly was trending on other apps for when he raised his shirt in choreo.

Sure, it was starting to push down on the waistband, but he was bloated that day. Eating most of the snack table clear wasn't for the faint of heart. But, it was enough to let him know that his new habits of counting everything as a cheat meal was a consequence so he planned to dial it back. Lifting his weights in the gym with Seokmin was nice, an unexpected company to help him during upper body workout days.

He was trying to lift a weight that was heavier than usual and Seokmin lingered behind him, feeling the body heat of the other on his back while cheering, "C'mon, Mingyu! I can do this in my sleep! What's taking you so long!" He huffed in annoyance as he started to raise the heavy dumbbells, "You're not doing many sets, c'mon! Just a little more."

He reached the height of his rep and was going to hold for a moment before, he felt hands on his sides, the budding love handles being squeezed, "Oh, maybe this is what's making it harder for you to get everything up. You're getting soft, Mingyu~" It was said in a mocking tone but the more fatal miscalculation was scaring Mingyu to the point where he dropped the weight, landing on his toe as he yelped in pain.

They usually had their back and forths but it was sad to see Seokmin pacing around the waiting room, blaming himself for the injury. "It's fine, Seokmin. I should have held a better grip on the weights anyways!" He smiled nicely, coaxing out a small bit of the other man's sunshine smile which got him to loosen up.

He helped him get to the bed, arm slung around his shoulder before the doctor explained that Mingyu was going to be fine, just needed a cast for a little while to make sure everything healed correctly. Mingyu, after knowing the other man for as long as he did, could feel the concern dripping from his eyes. He rolled his eyes, "It's fine, Seokmin... I'm used to doing most of this stuff anyways."

The surprise was prevalent on his face when it was held by cheeks that were softer than he remembered as he poked one to confirm his suspicions. His face seemed to be a little softer than usual. It'd be a little hard to start a diet with minimal motion lest he injure himself and need more recovery time. They had a comeback planned so the less chance of hurting himself the better.

So, he innocently accepted Seokmin's offer to help him out. Wonwoo was quick to accommodate his roommate but if he left the cooking up to him, it was going to be ramen until he was recovered and he'd probably need to make it anyways some nights that Wonwoo would be gaming for a while.

He knew that Seokmin was working on his cooking but the last thing that he expected was how good for each and every bite, not leaving until he cleaned the plate. Even Wonwoo had been managing these meals well, eating just as much as Mingyu before calling it quits to get back to his game and music producing. Although, the portions were getting slightly bigger with each passing day as Mingyu and Wonwoo ate whatever Seokmin provided, whose skills improved with all the positive words from the ones he was cooking for.

At first, Mingyu was only aware of smaller things... and it couldn't really concern him. The way that couch groaned when Wonwoo parked on it, his heavyset frame making chairs creak as he looked rather alarmed as it happened. How he balanced a bowl on his belly to make sure it was easy to reach while gaming or how his phone scrolling seemed to have a shlef that was soft enough for someone to lie on. And he did one time following Seokmin's meal, too lethargic to make it to his bed, falling asleep on the couch with his fattened hyung. It was hard to notice how he was stuffed with so much food he could barely breathe when Wonwoo's tummy was plump and soft even with him eating the same amount. Probably some of the best sleep he's had in a while.

He even noticed the belly pooching on the apron that Seokmin wore, tying it underneath the gut so that it almost showed off a little more pronounced. Those thighs that filled nearly every pair of pants to near bursting was starting to truly strain the seams and after a couple of teasing slaps, he could confirm that he felt a lot bigger than he used to. Perhaps all that sampling was catching up to him.

But, Mingyu didn't realize how he was the biggest in a way that wasn't just referring to his height. No longer could his stomach be called abs with how much his gut led the way with every step. His new unconscious habit of scratching his gut underneath his hirt or rubbing it following one of Seokmin's dinners.

What really brought it home was when he worked out. The compression shirt could barely squeeze over his plump chest and Wonwoo certainly was enjoying the scenario. Almost like a puppy trying to get out of a box but with a lot more jiggling involved as the trackpants he wore to the gym were no longer functional, losing the battle against Mingyu's fatter ass.

He only realized that he had properly put on weight was when Soonyoung grabbed his gut in the practice mirror, adorned in a black tank top that continually rode up every time Mingyu so much as moved. He shook the fat and Mingyu whined, "Ah, hyung, stop!" He caught the way his fat body completely shielded him as he felt a shiver down his spine.

A comment followed as Soonyoung rolled his eyes, "Mingyu, even if I stop jiggling it, it won't stop. You've gotten big." Being called big isn't something foreign... but in this context, he couldn't help but huff, face a little warm. Soonyoung moved into a hug, arms squishing his plump body, "You're nice to hug... but no one really has a belly as big as yours so syncing is a little hard right now."

It seems everyone was enjoying the eating whatever they wanted clause but Mingyu's hand rubbed his belly curiously, biting his lip when he shakes it curiously. He was the biggest in the room, but everyone had put on their own weight. Mingyu couldn't help the way that he felt his gut fall out of his shirt and jiggled with the movements of the choreo or the way that he felt out of breath with one of the beginning combos.

This was probably the opposite of what was expected of him and he couldn't deny the excitement. Seokmin had stayed surprisingly silent the matter, lifting his shirt up and shocking Mingyu with the size of a gut that stood out, always remaining hidden in the bagginess of his clothes. It'd take some time to move with the new weight but given how he continually caught Seokmin's eyes move to him, watching how his body seemed to dance with the additional adipose that he put on, he had a feeling that he'd need to get used to dancing with even more.

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"Yah, Mingyu, you can't just double your waist size since we measured you! Your fans might like the weight, but consider the sylists!" He chuckled meekly after the first week of promotions, rubbing his belly as he smiled.

"Sorry, unnie... I just finished a protein shake, so I'm a little full." His eyes caught Seokmin's who looked away, almost ashamed. Mingyu smiled, seeing the way that he ducked out of his eyes contact. Considering the shake was shared between both of them, it was hard not to look at the way Seokmin's belly spread out onto his lap comfortably, straining the stage outfit that they designed for him.

The fans seemed to adore how comfortable they looked and Mingyu has gained more fans as quickly as he gained weight, saying that it made him more approachable. Plus, the constant influx of food gifts was contributing to why these stage outfits didn't even make their way onto his blubbery figure.

He felt a pat on his rotund behind as Seungcheol walked past him, "Make sure you get your fill before we go out. Going on stage hungry is a lot of work." The leader walked away, undoing the string on his torso, a large sigh leaving as his gut filled the space before Mingyu looked at himself in the mirror, a smile filling his face.

It wasn't the sort of bulk that he planned, but doing it with people he knew he could trust to support him made it easier to grow... and as long as he stayed mobile, it was enough. Although, he could go for a few extra pounds. He was reaching a personal record for the bench press.

Even if he couldn't even see his form beyond how high his gut sat on the bench.

[gyuluttony]

guys imagine if his tummy was… i fear if i continue the thought ill actually explode so. but just a softer mingyu being excited to hype up the crowd and his belly spills out…

[gyuluttony]

guess who's writing something because I decided to put things off by thinking of seokgyu gaining. this one is literally being written on halloween and the deadline is going to be before midnight on my time so let's see how i do!

Trick or Treat or Tempt

This is a feederism fic and features weight gain, magical weight gain, mutual gain, breaking of clothes and furniture, and smut. Don't like, don't read.

Considering they lived in an apartment, there was no reason for two grown men to properly decorate their little apartment door for Halloween. But, both Seokmin and Mingyu were just suckers for the season in general. Their door was done from top to bottom with tons of decorations that fit the scene and Mingyu couldn't help but be rather proud of his handiwork.

They both enjoyed the season differently. Seokmin was a firm enjoyer of the trick part of the age old saying. Pulling pranks was something that was never quite out of his ball park and Mingyu was a good hearted victim that didn't take anything personally. It was a good compromise and considering he could usually just giggle off the scare, Seokmin kept them rather lighthearted.

It balanced out how Mingyu focused on the treat part of the phrase. This was practically the trial run for Christmas baking season but it could have more fun decorations. Sugar cookies that were dressed like spider webs, cupcakes that looked like witch's hats were staples in their place but they never lasted all that long. It was a month long event in their apartment and it certainly made itself clear.

Mingyu looked at his beginner belly in the mirror after putting on his Spiderman costume and felt himself flush. It was not this tight when he first got it. Pulling it at the leg to stop it from digging into his much more plump ass, he couldn't help but examine the damage all the treats had done. He still worked out regularly so it wasn't as bad as it could have been but given the skintight nature of his costume, it wasn't doing any favours in shielding how much of the gain he had. He was too busy studying the chest that seemed to inflate without him realizing before Seokmin snuck up behind him placing his hands on Mingyu's belly.

"Woah, Mingyu. I didn't realize this was a Peter B. Parker costume. I thought you were trying to be the buffer one." Seokmin giggled as Mingyu flushed and tried to shoo him away. "Might want to put the sweatpants on now." There was a swift slap on Mingyu's ass that made him yelp and a little excited as he realized how much it jiggled from the touch.

"Shut up! I'm just bloated from the spider web pancakes I made earlier." Looking up and down his friend's figure as he raised an eyebrow, "Besides, I think you're looking more like a cop who retired five years ago." He pinched Seokmin's belly and it was his turn to flush.

"Hey! Cops love donuts so this is just part of the costume!" The slap to his belly struck something to Mingyu's core. He felt his mouth drying up before Seokmin asked, "Oh, can you get some more candy? Some of the parents in the apartment said their kids were bringing lots of friends to come to our door tonight. I think they, like, planned a whole route."

For so long, Mingyu wanted to be the cool house that gave boatloads of candy so he saluted playfully, "Yes, sir!" The pair giggled before Seokmin excused himself to approve of the decorations they had in the kitchen, which was code for him eating other snacks Mingyu had prepared for any kids that came today.

Slipping on the sweatpants, Mingyu looked at the way his gut protruded slightly in the mirror and flushed. There was something about this that was sitting incredibly right with him but he needed to focus on getting that candy first.

He stepped out of the apartment and was ready to head on his way but he saw their neighbour struggling to get into his apartment. There were a large amount of bags being held and the way the tall man was carrying some of them was just an accident waiting to happen. People often told Mingyu he was too nice for all that he did but that just meant he was helping people often and he didn't really see a problem with that.

It wasn't long before he was beside his neighbour's side, holding some bags. It felt a little awkward because his name slipped his mind but he knew Seokmin was friends with him. The boy with glasses looked surprised at the help but offered a small smile, "Thanks." His voice was rather deep and he dug into his pocket to get his key and unlock the door. Mingyu simply grinned like usual as he held the bags dutifully while the apartment door opened.

If he thought his apartment was decked out, his neighbour's dark almost-lair was enough to put it to shame. Mingyu's eyes sparkled as he stepped in the dark setting, nearly everything dark and even seeing something bubbling in the corner. The other man rushed over and closed a curtain on it as he smiled awkwardly, "Just... cooking something." The two had a small staredown before he said, "Ah, you can just put them in the kitchen. I think our apartment is laid out the same."

Placing the bags on the counter, Mingyu sighs as he stretches his back. He doesn't really notice the eyes lingering on him before he hears a quiet "Oh!" He notices his neighbour disappearing into a room before coming out with a container. "Here, this is something that Seokmin bought from me, could you give it to him?"

Mingyu took the test tube and looked at it confused, "Do... you sell Halloween perfumes?" He couldn't exactly tell what was going on here but it was a bright green and sealed with a cork. He really committed to aesthetics in that case, which meant Mingyu looked forward to it.

"No." The answer was plain and simple and the awkwardness filled the air after before he explained, "It's just... a mix-in for drinks. He said you'd like it." Mingyu's eyes widened. This was something for a prank. He could not believe he bought something from their neighbour to get him on Halloween... but this was the perfect opportunity to get him back. It was probably something crazy in the test tube like spicy or sour to mess with his taste buds.

"Thanks...." Mingyu hovered around the name before a deep chuckle came from the man.

"Wonwoo." They matched each other's smiles before Wonwoo added, "Oh, take this too."

Mingyu quirked an eyebrow. "Did he get something else?"

"No, this is just... a hangover cure because he told me you like to drink." Mingyu felt his heart get a little mushy considering Seokmin didn't even mention how Mingyu was notoriously someone who never got hungover. Maybe he should get to know Wonwoo a little better.

"Ah! Thanks, Wonwoo hyung! If you feel like having some candy tonight, feel free to stop by after all the kids come, we'll probably have a lot leftover." It didn't help that he was going to buy more after all but Wonwoo waved as the excited man went to the store like he originally intended, plan brewing on his mind like the cauldron decoration in Wonwoo's apartment.

-

Turning on a scary movie was enough to spend the night because they had reached the point where most of their friends were busy with work or other things to have a party. Seokmin was taking his seat hugging a pillow to protect him from any incoming jumpscares while Mingyu was in the kitchen.

He had seen plenty of Pinterest boards that gave him lots of different opinions for cocktails but more importantly, it gave him the perfect cover up since Mingyu had been making them plenty of cocktails before tonight. Taking out the green vial that Wonwoo had given him earlier, it smelled rather sweet as he blinked a couple of times. Almost nauseatingly sweet.

Originally, he was going to pour just a little bit but at that moment, someone knocked on the door and it was Seokmin's turn to give candy which made Mingyu panic and dump the whole thing in his friend's glass. Mingyu looked panicked at the test tube while he heard his friend greeting the trick-or-treaters and complimenting their costumes. Throwing away the vial in a panic, Mingyu brings the drinks into the living room and settles down, sipping his own while eyeing Seokmin's on the coffee table.

Two hands press down on his shoulders with a growl as Mingyu practically jumps out of his skin before hearing Seokmin's laugh as he settles down on the couch next to his friend. "Ah, Mingyu, you can't keep getting scared of me when this movie is supposed to be like twenty times worse!"

Mingyu eyes the screen anxiously, "It shouldn't be that bad, right?" He hides his smile with his own pillow as Seokmin takes his drink and practically drinks all of it right away. A perk of knowing his roommate always drinks beer is that he drinks all the cocktails Mingyu has been making without hesitation and today was no different.

He's practically bubbling with anticipation as he watches Seokmin for any reaction. He sees the way his eyes glaze over and he's now staring straight forward in a trance. Reaching over to his shoulder, Mingyu is trying not to be outright alarmed as he asks, "Hey, Seokmin... are you okay?"

Although, his worry quickly fades when he hears the large growl of his friend's stomach, "Aish, is that all? We just ate but there should be plenty of leftovers." Mingyu moves to get up but blinks a couple of times when his back is against the couch after being pushed. Seokmin moves wordlessly to the kitchen as he hears rustling and containers being opened.

When Mingyu follows after his daze wears off, he's shocked by the sight. Seokmin is stuffing his mouth with whatever he can get his hands on. The fried rice that they ate for dinner was being pushed into his mouth greedily and without any concern. He was drinking the sodas that they were going to bring to the friend's place next weekend, whole two liter bottles disappearing into his friend's gullet. With a loud belch, it was only then he realized that the vessel holding everything wasn't the only thing growing.

With each loud crunch or belch, Seokmin's body was bloating out in fat. The tight cop costume that he wore was already starting to creak with how much he was expanding. His gut was hanging low each time he peeked into the fridge to see what else he could stuff in his mouth and Mingyu's mouth felt dry as he looked at the other man's ass filling out his pants. He hadn't been a stranger to how nice his legs usually looked but right now, Mingyu was unable to keep himself from enjoying just how plump his thighs were becoming. Placing his hands on Seokmin's ample ass, he smacked it curiously, watching how it wobbled even as his friend continued to shove food down his mouth.

Soon enough, the kitchen was cleared of anything edible and Seokmin's gut rested on the counter heavily as he scanned the area. He didn't look at Mingyu long before he brushed passed him, Mingyu getting flustered at how turned on he was from the other man's gut moving him like nothing when he had considered himself pretty large this morning.

Mingyu watched as Seokmin tore into various boxes of candy that they had. He would have stopped him but they were already winding down at that point and any more trick-or-treaters would be sated with what they had at the door so he couldn't help but admire Seokmin's growing figure. The vest he had worn completely blew up as his body expanded with fat and the seams of his pants could no longer contain the sheer mass that he was putting on.

Moving behind his friend, Mingyu's finger snaked into the waistband, noting how the flab seemed to surge into his touch and ignite his senses as he let it snap back onto its fat owner. He should... probably fix this. He fiddled around with his pockets until he found the other vial that Wonwoo had given him.

The first thought was that if Wonwoo had given Seokmin this, he would have been in this situation and the thought only made him feel a little more hot and he should probably directly ask what Wonwoo did for a living but the second thought was that he would have given Seokmin a way to solve this.

Taking him to the couch, Seokmin looked angry when he couldn't have more to eat and looked at Mingyu who held the vial. The couch creaked as they sat down. "If you drink this, you can have more food." The fat man snatched it and drank it obediently as a large burp left him and focus returned to his eyes.

"Mingyu? What ha-" Another belch left him as his hands reached the sides of his belly that he could actually hold now. "Wha- When did this?" Mingyu couldn't help his laughter as he looked at his friend now that he was conscious and no longer a mindless eating machine.

"Oh! I got you so good this time! My trick outdoes any of yours! I was a little scared at first but now that you're fine, I can enjoy it!" He watched as Seokmin played with his fat, trying to process how much he had put on.

"You picked up my prank from Wonwoo hyung!" Mingyu shrugged playfully before there was an eerie pause. "Did he tell you what the other vial does?"

Mingyu looked simply at Seokmin as he shook his head before he heard a snap. Almost instantly the fat seemed to melt off of Seokmin and Mingyu pouted before a burp bubbled up in his mouth. Rubbing his stomach, he realized what was happening as he felt it expanding and spilling in his grip.

"It lets me transfer the weight anywhere I want! I was going to give to you in case you wanted revenge since you're always a good sport but I think this time, you deserve it more than ever." Mingyu was distracted with his expanding girth, stretching his spider man suit so far that it was near transparent where it tried to cover his massive gut. His tits had grown so plump that they needed to rest on his gut for support as the couch creaked as the weigh that disappeared was suddenly coming back.

He was getting excited and his erection was pushing up underneath his gut as he whimpered. "What's wrong, Mingyu? This is just what happens when you keep treating yourself." A slap to his belly made it wobble as he continued to whimper. Looking at Seokmin showed him that his friend was in a similar state as he started to fondle whatever fat part of Mingyu he could reach. "Your tits don't even fit in my hands, Mingyu." His fingers played with his nipples as he squeezed the body part as Mingyu continued to grow to the size Seokmin was just at.

Leaning back onto the couch, Seokmin found himself on top of Mingyu's gut as he chuckled, "I had a feeling you liked how big you were getting so this was going to be a little thank you for how nice you've been during the month." Mingyu moaned when he felt Seokmin move his hips forward into his gut, his erection pressing into Mingyu's belly as he moved his hips up into his gut, trying to get himself off with the friction. "Do you know what else this potion can do since I didn't think you'd want all the weight to go?"

Mingyu's eyes nearly popped out of his head when Seokmin's body began to expand again, filling out just like it had moments ago. "I can just change weights whenever I want now and you seem to like when both of us are big." Pressing his gut into Mingyu's erection got a needy cry out of him as he begged, "Seokmin, please I want..."

"I know. You always want more." Mingyu made an effort to turn over, trying to control his breathing at how hot he felt from his gut hanging down while bending on all fours, his costume ripping for easy access for his friend. Seokmin had reached in the side table next to the couch for lube since neither of them were all that classy when it came to hookups with people they brought over but never each other... until now.

Coating his finger in lube, Mingyu moaned at the chubby digits that were stretching him out as he heard his costume tear more in a combination from how fat he was now and all the movement happening due to Seokmin's touch. Mingyu tried not to curl in on himself when he felt Seokmin enter and rest his gut on his back, panting as he caught his breath.

"Maneuvering all this is going to be hard..." Seokmin muttered to himself as his belly moved up and down Mingyu's back as he thrust into him with as much effort as he could. The couch groaned from the two fat men going at it as Mingyu felt his hanging gut wobble each time Seokmin's hips met his plump ass. Seokmin's gut weighed down heavily on his back and only helped provide more friction with his own gut and his erection.

They reached their climax as the couch reached its limit, completely collapsing. Seokmin was still inside of Mingyu while he finished and the combined weight of Seokmin on top of him and his own obese body was enough to make him finish. He felt himself recovering as Seokmin patted Mingyu's belly, making him twitch.

Seokmin rose to stand before the door opened as Wonwoo peeked his head in, "I take it the potions worked well?" He walked into the living room nonchalantly, admiring the broken furniture as he placed a hand on Seokmin's belly who proudly pushed it out before looking at Mingyu.

Mingyu looked dazed as he sat, hand resting on his belly as Wonwoo smiled, "Glad to see you enjoyed it. Let me know if you ever need any more potions, Mingyu."

Halloween was known as a spooky holiday but in this case, Mingyu wouldn't mind celebrating it more often if it ended like this.

[gyuluttony]

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oooh once again, if i'm not given something, i'm just going to keep pushing out the minwon mutual gain fics because something about them has my brain like hardwired rn sdfjhs i hope y'all don't get sick of me writing them in situations like this. i mainly write scenarios that get my rocks off so a lot of them are similar because i like this stuff SDFJS

As a warning, this is a feederism fic and features weight gain, mutual gaining, weight gain denial and dry humping. Don't like, don't read.

The setting for this one is that Wonwoo is an office worker who didn't end up going to the office post pandemic so works from home and Mingyu is a mukbanger. You can see where I'm going here.

Wonwoo closed the laptop that he had for work, making sure that the fake smile he wore stayed on for a couple of moments even after being aware that the camera was long hidden. When he heard the sound of the device powering down, he let out a sigh of relief.

Every work meeting was so tiring. He could only be so amused in seeing Seungkwan and Soonyoung butt heads and it seemed that Jihoon shared the same sentiment considering he looked just as tired when the meeting finished. When the team leads had such vast creative differences, it was a miracle any work could be done.

The miracle in question being named Jeon Wonwoo. Looking at his wristwatch, Wonwoo hurriedly pushed his laptop to the side as he started his home desktop, a set up that was used for much more important matters than organizing spreadsheets and data.

His phone buzzed and he saw Jihoon's contact name as well as a text: "Have fun on your date 😘" Wonwoo felt his face grow warm as he grimaced. Of course he would have slipped while drunk and accidentally confided one of his darkest secrets in a while to his best friend, but he didn't realize it was a free pass to jab at him whenever.

As his screen switched on, there was a small smile that came across his face as he opened Youtube, eager to see the face that he had grown a little parasocially attached to in the past couple of months. The wide smile of the other man pulled at the corners of his mouth as he watched him.

"Wow, it's like the turn out gets bigger for every live that I have!" He waved eagerly and Wonwoo shyly waved back at the screen, almost as if the other man could see him through it. Wonwoo reached for the bag that was at the side of his desk, pulling out his meal.

He had always been a peculiar case when it came to remembering to eat. In school, he had no problem with it because everyone around him ate around the same time but if there was no one to eat with, he just didn't feel the urge to. It was a rather atrocious habit to have but it didn't affect him all too much.

Until he got to work and working from home with his new position. Now, it wasn't out of the blue for him to work the whole day and spend his lunch playing games until Jihoon called him out for it because he was concerned at how much weight Wonwoo had lost in the past couple of months. He was well aware of his friend's habit when it came to eating so he recommended that tried just watching some mukbang streams on his lunch break so it was like he had company.

It was helpful actually! Slowly, he was remembering to eat and just eating properly in general. That was until he found Kimgyu. A mukbang channel that had grown in popularity around the time Wonwoo started paying attention. Originally, he just wanted to see what all the hype was about until he actually tuned in.

A fit, handsome young man who cooked meals for himself for videos and streamed his mukbangs afterwards. The meals he cooked looked good and honestly, Wonwoo admitted that the one making the meals looked even better so he became something of a dedicated fan.

"Today, I made a lot actually... I don't know if I can finish everything that's in here but we'll see." Wonwoo opened his own matching containers as he prepared to eat.

Did they mess up his order? It looked bigger than usual. As he popped a dumpling into his mouth, he shrugged it off since it tasted as good as it usually did. Kimgyu was rather popular for telling stories and anecdotes and realizing he shared a little too much on livestreams but the ditz factor was something that Wonwoo liked (and would rather die than admit).

Kimgyu slurped the noodles in his pan full of them and chewed while he read some responses, "Oh, you're going to get puffy if you're eating that much." A smile comes across his face, "Ah, you're talking about my face. I am getting a lot puffier in general though, don't you think?"

Wonwoo felt his face grow hot, watching Kimgyu show off his new belly in profile on the camera. It was starting to pooch out and he had barely eaten anything. That wasn't there when he first started watching him and... it was making him feel all sorts of things.

Squirming in his computer chair, Wonwoo felt the warmth spread into his system more as he listened, "I do work out still but honestly, I'm starting to explore dishes a lot more instead and I can only do so much cardio." There was a whining tone in Kimgyu's voice that sent shivers down Wonwoo's spine before he was interrupted. "Oh, but I think everyone's enjoying themselves lately it's fine!"

All the chat became a chorus asking why he came to that conclusion and Wonwoo was now hyperaware of the fat around his face, only making his pout more babylike. "I think everyone is just having better food these days! There's..." It was Kimgyu's turn to blush as the chat teased him and encouraged him to continue and he looked rather shy.

Wonwoo wiped his hands on his hoodie as he typed, 'There's what?'

The hand on Kimgyu's face hid a smile as he admitted, "You guys... need to make sure this stays between us. I'm not saying it in a mean way!" Wonwoo nodded, acting like it was a one-on-one conversation while he ate large bites of his rice bowl.

"There's a guy in my building and when I moved in a year ago, he was like... small. Which, there's nothing wrong with! But, he was around my height and I was worried like even the wind would blow him over. But, when I see him recently, he's gotten more sturdy so now, I think it's not like putting on weight is a bad thing."

The chat began to tease him and Kimgyu looked flustered as he explained hurriedly, "I- I mean he's always looked good but he looks even better n- I think I'm just going to stop talking about it." Stuffing his face with a large mouthful of noodles, Kimgyu stated, "So, don't worry about me getting puffy! I'm eating well."

The stream continued and Wonwoo was left wondering why he was feeling the most turned on he's felt in a while. Was... Kimgyu into guys that put on weight? It was one thing to know that he was into guys but it was another that it was a possible fetish as to why he had been getting bigger recently.

Wonwoo opened some videos after the stream, looking at the videos he found when he located Kimgyu's channel for the first time. His arm muscles were bulging because he admitted to doing cooking videos after his workouts. His pecs were large and firm, always making their presence known in his clothes and his ass was doing the same down lower.

But, in the recent videos, these same clothes showed just how much he had been enjoying those meals. Gone was the small waist that Wonwoo drooled over on a couple of occasions, replaced with something that was burgeoning with fat and pressing into his shirt by the end of his streams. At the end of today's, he could have sworn he saw golden skin spill out of the fabric and his hand slipped under his pants to stroke himself at the thought. He had been eating himself bigger everyday and let his massive internet fanbase know about it.

It was hard not to pay attention after. Seeing the way his gut was starting to rest on counters while he was mixing, making the appendage jiggle. Wonwoo couldn't really say that he was only watching because he needed the company to eat. He was watching because he was getting his rocks off on seeing Kimgyu get fatter with each passing week.

From the shots that lingered on his ass that only got wider and stretching the seams of his pants with each and every video or the belly that was no longer able to be contained in shirts, he was going to sleep to the sound of Kimgyu's voice, giving directions on how to cook kimchi fried rice that does good in a caloric deficit while his body showed itself to be in a heavy surplus.

He was still eating with him during the mukbang streams but Wonwoo found himself eating a lot longer considering Kimgyu's portion sizes were growing each time as well. But, it was hard not to get side tracked as he moaned about how full he was, even slipping his hand under his shirt to rub the bloated belly that Wonwoo had pictured plenty of times before seeing white in his vision.

It was a little upsetting he missed the final livestream celebration for his two million subscriber milestone. He was working overtime on a project and most people could sense the grumpy energy from Wonwoo as he typed away at his computer in the office.

"Yo." Jihoon's easygoing gesture was met with a rather cold side eye that would have swayed anyone away. Unfortunately for Wonwoo, Jihoon was well aware that Wonwoo just looked like that and it wasn't pointed... mostly.

"Remind me to never let Seungkwan and Soonyoung lead a project again." A chuckle comes from his friend, laughing at his misery. "Well, this was one of the company's biggest successes in a while so I have some bad news for you."

Wonwoo's groan must have been music to Jihoon's ears at the way his laughter sounded so triumphant before he said, "Let's go grab dinner. We're free tonight from their hell temporarily."

His original plan was to watch the stream VOD while getting dinner but he missed his friend so he shut down the computer after a couple of moments, making sure everything was in check. "Okay, your treat."

Wonwoo wasn't a heavyweight per say, but he definitely could handle his alcohol. He was prepared to get even with Jihoon constantly teasing him about his parasocial boyfriend and he had to hold his tongue at the way he was watching him put on weight over the past couple of months and the amount of things he's done to those videos.

So, using his wallet to get drunk and eat whatever he wanted was payback enough. Jihoon rolled his eyes as Wonwoo got out of his car with a little difficulty, stumbling from the alcohol he drank and the food that he ate. "Maybe mukbangs were a bad influence because I don't think any person should have that much food in one sitting."

Wonwoo smiled as he stuck his tongue out, "Sucks. You offered to pay." Jihoon smiled as he muttered some curses, "Get upstairs safely!" He drove off after watching Wonwoo enter the building but in the lobby, it was really starting to hit him how much he drank.

He felt himself swaying before something supported him. It was large and sturdy. "Are you okay? You're not walking straight and I saw you almost fall while going to the elevator."

Wonwoo hummed in response, "Mm, I'm fine. Just had a lot to drink so thanks for ca-" The words got caught in his throat when his eyes focused and he saw the face that was staring at him.

"Kimgyu-" The words left his mouth before he could realize and both of them looked rather flustered by the admission so plainly. Wonwoo moved away, albeit somewhat shaky and Kimgyu saw the movement before moving back, his hand placed at Wonwoo's waist, "Sorry, I'm not used to being called that in real life. Just call me Mingyu and... let me help you up."

His fans were right because the puppy dog eyes that were pleading were near lethal to him at this moment in time as Wonwoo conceded, "Thanks." Mingyu's smile was wide as he moved Wonwoo's arm around his broad shoulders and supported him the whole way.

It was a difficult trip considering Wonwoo was going insane feeling the immense presence of the man next to him and the realization that they lived in the same building. He felt Mingyu's belly pressing into his side and saw it sway in his peripheral with each step they took and they ended up in the elevator.

Mingyu awkwardly chuckled, "Y'know, it doesn't hit me that people know me until they say my username but thank you for your support..." He trailed off, almost expectant before Wonwoo nearly facepalmed, "Ah, my name's Wonwoo. Sorry, I was..."

"Starstruck?" Mingyu's smile was charming which was doing no favours considering Wonwoo was oogling the body that was lingering a little close to him.

Wonwoo sighed, a smile on his face, "Trying not to fall." Mingyu looked flustered that his attempt at flirting fell through before Wonwoo added, "And maybe a little." He could practically see a tail wagging from behind the other man before the elevator arrived at his floor.

He was feeling a little better already because the shock helped him sober up but as the door open, Mingyu was ready to head to his floor before Wonwoo asked. "Did... you want to come to my apartment? I'm sure there's something I can share with you."

He stepped out in case the invitation was declined and Mingyu smiled as he followed, "I know all I do on stream is eat but you don't have to offer me food." His stomach gurgled as he flushed, "But, I wouldn't say no."

Wonwoo chuckled warmly as they entered his apartment.

Despite the first time meeting, it was easy to talk to Mingyu. Wonwoo even surprised himself by saying why he started watching his videos in the first place and Wonwoo looked amused as he looked at the other man sitting next to him on the couch.

"Woah, are you crying? It's not that sad though?"

"Hyung, stop teasing me! It just makes me happy that I could help..." A sniffle broke the silence before Wonwoo laughed warmly, patting Mingyu on the shoulder.

"It's fine! I've gotten to eat regularly... just like you have been." A gentle pat on Mingyu's stomach that pressed into his lap. It was more sinful in person as he looked at the result of months of indulgence on the other man. His muscle was still there but there was a majority of fat that rested on his body.

Mingyu looked at him with a different expression as he leaned in closer and Wonwoo was ready to receive that body pressing against his. Although he froze when he felt a hand on his stomach and squeezed it, now aware of the excess fat that was on his own body.

Mingyu stopped, almost concerned at the reaction while Wonwoo rebooted, "Is it alright?"

Wonwoo moved his hand to Mingyu's, now aware of the spread of his gut as he stated quietly, "I... didn't realize I had gotten so big."

Mingyu seemed to be taken aback by the statement before the same look in his eyes popped up as he asked, "Where's your bathroom?" Wonwoo pointed to the closed door as he was flustered from standing so quickly as Mingyu took him.

Taking him to the mirror, Wonwoo stood in front while Mingyu stood behind him, feeling his gut pressing against the curve of his back as he took in the sight.

Everything was making more sense now. Why he was eating longer during Mingyu's streams. Why he took longer in the shower while cleaning himself. Why the bottom of his stomach felt cold when brushing his teeth. Why the floors creaked if he walked quickly to get his take out that he ordered. Why he got out of breath when taking the stairs for his one day a week at work.

He had gotten fat. Mingyu's hands cupped his belly and he gasped, "Remember when I said I was looking at the guy who got bigger? I was talking about you, hyung." Lifting his belly, the sound of the clothed protruding body part echoed in the bathroom as Wonwoo whimpered.

"It was one thing that you didn't even know you were getting bigger but this? You even burst a button and didn't even know." Mingyu's hand slipped into the gap of his button down that he didn't notice until now. Did Jihoon notice when this happened? Is that why he looked at him funnily after he ordered more food? Was the proof of his gluttony somewhere in the restaurant they went to?

Mingyu's hands played with Wonwoo's fat body as he whimpered from the touch. "Hyung, I did this by choice." He brought Wonwoo's hands to his own belly as he groaned, feeling Mingyu press him against the counter with their combined weight.

"But you? You did this without even realizing. Look how massive you are everywhere." Mingyu's hands roamed around Wonwoo's body, making him more aware of the fat that bulged all over him. His moobs that rested on his gut. They were properly rivaling Mingyu's and he moaned when the other man squeezed them.

"You won't ever fit into this again." Mingyu pulled the button down apart, ripping the buttons off as they were freed from the strain of Wonwoo's fat body as he braced himself on the counter, so horny it was hard to stand up. His plump ass ground into Mingyu's crotch, eliciting a sigh of pleasure from him before he felt Mingyu's hands on his waist, sinking into the fat as his belly pressed onto Wonwoo's back, gurgling from the snacks that he had filled up on.

Wonwoo looked in the mirror and saw how much they had both blown up in the past couple of months as the apex of his belly felt cool from the counter it was squishing against, spilling nearly all over the sink area as Mingyu grinded his crotch into Wonwoo's wide ass.

It was hard to last long when realizing just how much he had blown up and all the praise Mingyu was feeding him. He was already stuffed full of food and memories of how much he had done it before, rubbing his gut not even aware of how much his computer chair creaked after each meal because it was starting to strain to hold Wonwoo's obese body. He felt Mingyu convulse as the cloth now sounded wet and Wonwoo felt himself release at the realization that Mingyu was so turned on by how fat he was and how he felt their combined weight with his awareness and the way Mingyu jiggled as he rode out his high.

Catching their breaths, Mingyu clutched Wonwoo's stomach as it got a shuddering sigh from the other man.

"So, should I expect a guest for my next mukbang?"