“I bought a scale after I noticed the pants I bought last month were already starting to get tight.” To emphasize, Jimin hooks a thumb in his waistband, where he has to dig a bit beneath a love handle that’s only been emphasized by eating and sitting. The tip of his thumb gets pinched tight between fabric and fat. “I’ve gained thirteen kilos since the doctor’s appointment where I got scolded for gaining ten.”
feedist kinktober prompts 6-10: jm's unintentional gaining gets... not so unintentional
Husbands Taehyung and Jungkook join show host Jung Hoseok for America’s 4th favorite game show, Right or Wide! The trivia program where contestants will Win and Lose Big. What harm could a little competition between lovers do when they’re already on top of the world?
Little do they know the true purpose of the show. But they’ll find out soon enough.
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Well, got teased for half a year, I guess I should post it now. Huh? Whoops. Has it really been half a year already? Well fuck. Here it is. Chapter one. Give me half another year to post chapter 2 to grind ur gears. I am so sorry. xD
This hot as fucking shit is presented to you by none other than me and my wonderful co-writer and amazingly talented friend @pudgecuddles! Go follow them! They write hot shit.
ps: Pudge wants me to tell you (since we are in vc right now) that this has been sitting in our drafts since october. So technicially you could have gotten it in october, but didn't, cause I'm a lazy bitch, okay? Leave me be. xD
I think I actually might have died and passed into a different realm of reality!
WHAT DO YOU FUCKING MEAN?! I NEED TO SEE HIS BELLY HANGING BETWEEN HIS OPENED PANTS RIGHT FUCKING NOW. 😭😭 And not Jungkook constantly encouraging him. I just know at the end of the trip, Jimin was whining about how much weight he put on while JK was just laughing at him, still as fit as the day he left. That boy can eat everything and gain nothing.
Seokjin was chubby. That was a fact. It's been a fact for all his life now.
But he seemed to always want more. He always groped his own belly in front of the mirror, sad that it wasn't bigger than its size now. And he couldn't know why he wanted it so much, he didn't understand it.
He always ate a little too much during his meals to try and change his weight, to no avail. He didn't have that much money to spend on more food, his savings were tight. So he tried to be content at 234 pounds but he never was and doesn't think he'd be.
That was until he met Namjoon.
Namjoon was a friend of a friend whom he met at a party. He always felt anxious at these parties, mainly because it happened one too many times that someone would go up to him and say that it was sad he was fat since he had a pretty face. Seokjin knew they were stupid people but it made him feel bad anyways.
Namjoon was a gem. At that party, he went up to him and started the conversation. He talked about his interest and he listened intently as Seokjin told his. He never made the older feel less of himself. And he even complimented Seokjin's chubby cheeks, telling him it was cute. Overall, it was love at first sight for Seokjin.
It was after a long while that he got the guts to ask Namjoon out, and the younger said yes immediately with no hesitation. Seokjin was the happiest man alive at that moment.
They went out to eat sometimes but they mainly stayed at Namjoon's house (since he lived alone and didn't have a roommate like Seokjin did), where Namjoon let Seokjin order as much food as he wanted whenever they ordered take out. Seokjin wouldn't admit it but he took advantage of the situation to buy enough food for him to gain weight, always a little bit more each time.
Namjoon didn't seem to be disgusted by it, in fact he was always the one to push Seokjin to eat, saying it was important for him to stay healthy and eat well. Seokjin didn't think it would've worked out as well as it did.
RIght now, he stepped onto his scale and waited for the numbers to show up. 256 pounds , it read. Seokjin smiled big at that, he gained a lot more than he intended to. He took his belly which was folding over the hem of his pants and gauged the weight of it. He felt how softer he was, how jiggly it felt. It was a bliss.
He placed back his shirt that he’d lifted and watched at how small it appeared on him. It was almost too small to cover his belly and he knew that if he lifted his arms it’d just lift up and uncover a good chunk of it.
He ordered more food than he could pay for and waited impatiently until it arrived. When it did, he took all of it and set it on his coffee table in front of the TV and put on one of his favorite movies.
He was happy about it obviously but a voice at the back of his mind told him that Namjoon will slowly find him repulsive and he’ll abandon him like it had already happened before. His smile dropped slowly and he sighed, putting the hoodie he was wearing back on and going out of the bathroom.
It was his day off and he’d planned to rest and do nothing but watch TV all day but now he couldn’t stop thinking of Namjoon leaving him sooner or later and it made him spiral.
And what did he do best when spiraling? Eat.
But he didn’t pay attention to it at all. He just ate as much as he could without really thinking about it.
“Hey Joon-ah!”
And dang, as he leaned back because of the stomachache he was getting, he saw that polished off almost all of the food he bought. But what stunned him the most was how distended and tight his stomach looked, stretching the hoodie he was wearing. Suddenly, he felt like yeah, gaining was great, but this was better. He rubbed his belly for a while, pushing on it a bit to let burps out. After a long while, he got enough motivation to get up and clean the coffee table up, putting the small amount of leftovers in the fridge and throwing the packages away. Because of all the movements and walking, at some point he felt a breeze under his belly. He blushed and saw that his hoodie and shirt slipped up slowly without him noticing. He took the hem and pulled it down.
When he sat back down on his sofa, his phone rang beside him. He took it and saw that Namjoon was calling. He smiled and answered.
“Hi hyung, tell me is it okay if I come over?” Namjoon asked with a smile apparent in his voice.
“No no, I really want you to come here. You know I’m always happy to see you” Seokjin responded sincerely.
“Oh! Oh, well hum yeah, if you want. I was going to watch a movie” he said a bit nervously. Namjoon must’ve caught on to it because the concern in his tone now was obvious.
“Jin-hyung you know it’s okay if you want to say no, I won’t take it badly”
“Okay. great then” Namjon said with a smile. “See you in 5 minutes” he said before hanging up suddenly. Seokjin didn’t have time to question anything before his intercom rang. He laughed a bit and got up to open up to his lover. After doing so, something made him blanched up.
His stomach was still big and bloated from everything he ate, and there were not many ways to hide it. He quickly left the door open slightly and sat back down on his sofa, grabbing his blanket and wrapping himself around it. He took the remote and searched through random films on Netflix, playing nonchalant.
He heard a knock before hearing Namjoon speak up.
“Hyung? Can I enter? You left it unlocked. ” he asked from the doorway.
“Yes Joon-ah come in, I left it open for you. I’m searching for a movie, but I don't know what to choose.” Seokjin said with a small laugh, acting as if nothing was strategically calculated. He heard the door close and footsteps approaching him until he felt Namjoon back hug him from the back of the couch, burying his face in his neck. Seokjin smiled and put his hands on Namjoon’s.
“I missed you” the younger said before separating from the other to sit down beside him.
“Me too” Seokjin responded, looking at Namjoon in the eyes for the first time since he came in. Namjoon smiled at him and pecked him on the lips. Then settled his head on Seokjin’s shoulder.
"Hyung, I wanted to talk to you about something" Namjoon said after a moment.
Seokjin began to feel his anxiety go up. This is the end right? This is when Namyoon breaks up with him after being affectionate for the last time just to make him suffer more about what he'll never have anymore.
"Yeah?" he managed to croak out somewhat normally.
"How do you feel about your weight?" Namjoon asked as he straightened up to look at Seokjin in the eyes. The older wouldn't meet his though, he looked down at the blanket around him while he fiddled with it.
"How do you feel about my weight" he asked in response in a tiny voice.
"I don't want to make you uncomfortable hyung we don't have to talk about that" Namjoon said, seeing Seokjin's overall body language. "I hum… I just wanted to say that I like hum. Your weight. I mean, your appearance. Overall. And that I don't mind, quite the contrary, that yyyouuu have gained some more. Weight." the younger said awkwardly, blushing more and more as he spoke.
Seokjin's brain stopped working right there and then. He frowned and looked at Namjoon.
"What." is all he said.
Namjoon looked at his hands even more intently at that.
"If you find it weird just say so now so that we can finish this conversation quick" he said, still awkwardly.
"No Namjoon I just thought you were gonna break up with me for that reason, that I like, gained a bunch of weight lately. Didn't think you could be thinking otherwise." Seokjin gulped loudly. "And it doesn't bother me either. I mean, I prefer myself that way. So…" the older looked at Namjoon who was still looking at his hands and he hugged him.
Namjoon hugged him back instantly.
"I'm planning to gain more. Just so you know" Seokjin said silently near Namjoon's ear.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
"Could I help with that?" Namjoon asked.
"...sure" the older responded, kind of taken aback. They separated and looked at each other in the eyes. Seokjin smiled and leaned in to kiss him at the same time as Namjoon did.
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"Come on hyung we're gonna be late" Namjoon said from the bathroom.
They are supposed to get dinner out but Seokjin was facing a problem.
He couldn't button either his bigger pants or his biggest shirt.
He could be blaming it on the fact that he kept himself full for most of the day, but he knew he'd be wrong. He'd gained more than two hundred pounds in a span of a year, pushing briefly towards the 360 pounds mark. So it really wasn't entirely because his stomach was full.
He still tried to button his pants, but with all of the fat around him it was hard.
His arms got bigger, smooshed against his soft big belly as he tried to button it. They were almost bursting out of his sleeves.
His double chin made itself known as he looked down at the hole of his pants desperately, almost not seeing it because of his stomach. It was already hard to slip his pants on past his thighs which looked like sausage casings in his pants right now, even harder past his ass.
He panted, as it was almost a sport for him all that exertion to fit in his clothes. He gave up for a moment, letting his arms down and sighing.
He heard Namjoon come into the room.
"What's going on, why aren't you dressed up" he asked, walking towards Seokjin with a small laugh.
"It's too small, i can't button it" Seokjin responded with a small laugh too when he saw Namjoon blush at the view of his lover almost popping out of his clothes and the top of his pants stretch so apart he doesn't know why Seokjin was even trying to button it.
"Want me to help?" he asked before he thought of his words. He blushed a bit more but then Seokjin nodded, putting his hands on his hips.
"I don't see why not. You're strong, it could be helpful" the older said.
Namjoon nodded and he took the two sides of the pants and brought them together. As predicated, they were so far apart you couldn't even wish to button that.
So he asked Seokjin to suck it in, and then with a bit more of a struggle he was able to button it. It was straining so hard though it didn't look comfortable for Seokjin, but the younger didn't get time to ask if he was alright before the button popped off.
Both men looked at each other.
"Damn. Well I guess we'll have to eat at home" Seokjin said, rubbing his hand over the tiny indent the tight pants left on his waist. Namjoon just nodded dumbly, stealing a kiss on Seokjin's lips.
"That was hot" he said, grabbing onto Seokjin's love handles to keep him close. The older giggled.
"Jeez you can't stop can you. Could you help me with the shirt? I think it'll be easier to button than the pants. I wanna know if it's still wearable" the older asked.
Namjoon gulped but complied, thinking it was ironic to feel this hot while dressing his hyung up and not undressing him.
It was easier, though the buttons were straining a lot. Seokjin sighed when Namjoon was done, and both men heard a tiny creak sound when he did. Namjoon felt himself burn up.
"Okay, so… dinner at home" the older said, winking at Namjoon and walking, or more so waddling, towards their living room couch.
It was always the younger who chose what they'd order when they were eating at home, so he pulled his phone out and got to it.
When he opened the door later to the deliverer, he thinks that he might've gotten too excited. He bought way more food than he's ever done. He took the bags and deposited them in the entry, thanking the delivery man who wished him a good party. Namjoon blushed after he closed the door, but it wasn't from embarrassment.
He took two bags and brought them to the living room, Seokjin lifting his gaze from the TV to him then the bags he brought. Namjoon then picked up the other two, putting them beside the first bags and Seokjin looked at him with surprise in his eyes. They usually bought approximately three bags worth of food.
So when Namjoon went to pick up the final two bags, making it six in their coffee table, Seokjin was looking at him with his jaw dropped.
"Joonie I wouldn't be able to finish all that" he said, a bit nervous.
"It's okay if you don't, I think I just got too excited" Namjoon responded, laughing breathlessly before he put all the food out on the table. There really was a lot.
"I can see that. Come on, let's continue what we were watching on Netflix" Seokjin said as he reached for two big packets of fries to begin eating.
Namjoon put the series on and snuggled close to Seokjin, stealing some bites of the burgers he was eating and some of his fries sometimes. But at one point, when Seokjin had already demolished more than half of the food present, he had to lean back for his belly to feel less tight. Though his shirt wasn't helping, sounds of creaks were more and more frequent the more he ate, even more now as he downed his third big drink which stretched his belly visibly again. He finished it, burping at the end of it, but nothing happened.
Namjoon was watching him intently, and when he seemed to have decided to stop moving and just rub his belly, he had to ask.
"Are you okay?" He asked a bit worryingly. He didn't want his hyung to push himself too far because of him.
Seokjin looked at him with a tiny smile.
"Yeah I'm okay. It's just tiring to go back and forth to pick up the food…" he trailed off, looking elsewhere. "If only there was a solution for that" he said with a tone that indicated that there was an obvious one. Namjoon thought for about 2 seconds before getting the message.
"Do you… do you want me to feed you?" he asked shyly. Seokjin nodded, and that was all Namjoon needed.
He took one of the donut he bought and brought it to Seokjin's lips, and the older began eating.
The younger gave his food gently, slowly, until Seokjin told him to go faster. It was when Namjoon gave him his fifth donut that it happened.
A loud creak sound resonated and two buttons of Seokjin's shirt popped off, showing how huge he was with all the food he inhaled. Seokjin groaned at the freedom he felt now, there were some angry red marks on his belly. Namjoon rubbed Seokjin's now naked belly, pushing gently enough to bring burps out of Seokjin, making technically more space in his stomach.
In the end, Seokjin was able to finish everything thanks to Namjoon feeding him. All the other buttons of his shirt were now open and his girthy belly was now sagging against his thighs, huge enough that he had a hard time circling his arms around it. His belly was rock hard, rare with the amount of fat around it, but with what he ate it was normal.
"Imagine if you were as huge as that with an empty belly" Namjoon said fleetingly as he rubbed Seokjin's belly still.
"That's my dream…" Seokjin said.
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And he surpassed his dreams when he looked even bigger with an empty belly how. He got so huge he was struggling to fit in cars, chairs, doors. He got stuck in door frames more than once, in the rare times he walked during the day. He rarely got out, he mostly stayed home laying on the bed or on the couch.
His belly sagged now past the middle of his tree trunk thighs when he was standing up, now a huge pack of rolls one over the other. His arms got so fat that it couldn't get flushed against his side anymore. His thighs were so huge they had rolls in between them, making him struggle to walk properly. His neck disappeared into his fat chin, and his chubby cheeks were no joke. His ass was the second biggest thing on him after his gut, rotund and pillowy. There's a lot of stuff he can't do by himself now, but Namjoon was always there to help him.
Ever since the night when he burst out his pants and shirt, they had occasionally fancy dinners at home where Seokjin ate an absurd amount of food at once with the help of the younger while wearing clothes that were too small for him. Today was a day like that.
He wore and old button up that was struggling to keep closed and that was too short to cover his whole belly, and a pair of slacks that he couldn't button and that seemed to be dangerously stretching around his thighs. Namjoon watched him waddle slowly towards the couch.
"Hyung, we're not gonna eat there" he said. The older looked at him quizzically before going towards him and followed him towards the kitchen. Namjoon gestured towards a large chair with handles . In front of it was the kitchen table that was obviously filled with food. Seokjin looked at the chair then at Namjoon.
"I won't fit" he said. Namjoon shrugged.
"Try"
And so Seokjin did. He sat slowly on the chairs and felt the handles hit his thighs before his butt sat on the chair. After a bit more wiggling and putting on all his weight on his butt, he was able to sit on it. The handles were squishing his thighs and belly, now barely visible and they got swallowed by the fat of his body, but he was sat. And stuck, probably.
"See, you fit!" Namjoon said with a small laugh that Seokjin followed.
"Barely" the older said. Then, they heard the signature creaking sound of seams breaking. The pants Seokjin was wearing split open on the outside of his thighs squished in the chair.
Namjoon blushed at the same time as Seokjin did.
"I hum… I-I have another idea to try hyung, tell me if you're okay with it. It's okay if you don't want to" Namjoon said shyly, flustered at the fact that Seokjin already shredded his clothes before they started their ordeal.
"Lemme hear it"
"What… What if I feed you what we've got here and I decide when to stop?"
"Like, I basically don't do anything?" Seokjin clarified. Namjoon nodded, and Seokjin nodded back. "Good with me"
And the giddy smile Namjoon sent him back was worth it.
Namjoon took one of the multiple burgers he bought and brought it to Seokjin's lips. The older ate with vigor, like he had been starved for days before when in fact he'd been snacking all afternoon on chips and cookies. He ate ravenously as Namjoon forced him to eat more and quicker to get done with the 5 huge burgers he bought. That made a mess of sauce around his lips, now mixing with the icing of the big chocolate cake Namjoon was pushing I'm his mouth. When half the cake had been eaten, Namjoon made Seokjin drank milk which triggered three buttons of his shirt to all pop off at the same time in a loud noise. Namjoon rubbed Seokjin's belly before shaking it, seeing that it's still jiggling and telling his hungry hyung that that meant he hadn't eaten enough yet.
He shoved more food down Seokjin's throat, until he finished by making Seokjin gulp down a second liter of weight gain shake on top of all the food he force fed him. His belly was so huge it was sinking into the table now, even more so when Seokjin leaned back as much as he could. His belly was even more squished in the chair. It was painful. He looked massive, his belly taking most of the space in front of him.
When he finished drinking the weight gain shake he let out a string of burps to help with the stomach ache he was getting. He looked down at his now buttonless shirt with a sense of pride. All the buttons popped off one by one the more he ate.
"Such a good hog for me. I love you hyung"
"Me too Namjoon ah" Seokjin responded, panting. He let out more burps to release the tension inside his stomach. Namjoon rubbed his throbbing stomach and nodded ; it was stuffed enough. When he tried to wiggle it, it barely moved.
"Great. Let's get you up now" he said, extending his arms to help Seokjin up.
It would've already been hard to do with an empty belly, but even more so with a massively stuffed belly in the way. It took them 15 minutes to get Seokjin out of the chair. When they did, Seokjin instantly put his hanging stuffed belly on the table, making a plop sound, to relax and relieve the weight of it. He burps a little more, relieved at the easy feeling that came when he did so. He's never been so stuffed before.
Namjoon just looked at how huge his lover was, his profile showing how stretched and taunt his belly was. He approached him and put a hand under his belly, carrying the weight. It was so heavy.
"Let me help you walk to our bed" he said, and Seokjin nodded. They walked to their bed together, Namjoon carrying Seokjin's belly with one hand while the oldest waddled slowly instead of walking. He helped Seokjin sat down on their bed and waw, he was massive.
It hit Namjoon like a brick to see that his hyung took three fourth of the bed, legs spread to make way for his girthy belly that was sitting heavily on the bed between his thighs. He looked like a beached whale, with his shirt absent of buttons and his pants that split open. Speaking off, they creaked when Seokjin sat down again on the bed, and looked like the hole they created was bigger.
Seokjin was only still rubbing his belly, eyes closed as he let out burps and appreciate how huge he was, unaware that Namjoon was looking at him with the same amount of hunger he felt about food.
Seokjin stared down at the younger, reaching his hands into his dark hair. Yoongi practically melts into his touch. Soft sounds fall out of his mouth.
Seokjin cooed, leaning down to kiss his head.
“My chubby kitten. Look at you… so needy and all you do is wait so prettily.”
Yoongi nods in response, grabbing Seokjin’s hand and pulling it to hold his face. He rests his softened cheek into Seokjin’s cupped hand, enjoying the warmth which radiates into his skin. Seokjin can’t help but smile, placing his other hand to the opposite side. He uses his thumbs to rub small circles on Yoongi’s cheeks, watching as a slight blush starts to rise.
Yoongi’s eyes meet his, tension from his body releasing.
“Hyung…” His voice is soft - speaking yearningly. “Work was so hard… M so hungry.”
Seokjin smiles, leaning down and kissing his head again.
“You mean.. staying at home while i worked was hard?” There’s no malice behind his words, just adoration for the shorter man.
Yoongi just nods his response, reaching up for a full embrace. Seokjin easily accepts. He sits next to him, pulling him close and holding him to his chest. He can feel Yoongi’s ears twitch against his chin, fluttering under each slow breath. Seokjin’s hands allow themselves to wander, grazing Yoongi’s soft skin and squeezing his pliant fat.
Yoongi mewls, pushing himself impossibly closer into Seokjin’s chest.
“Hyung..” He breathes out, “I love you..” His words trail off sleepily.. their previous silence wrapping them in sweet comfort.
“ I love you more Yoongi-ah.” Seokjin soothes, petting his hair. It elicits a soft yet deep purr from Yoongi’s chest.
A very fat Jungkook with a jumpsuit that is taken to the field fair and exhibited as the cute little pig he is.
People swirl around them, pinching his cheeks and congratulating Jimin for the good work of fattening him. The pig looks so plump and well fed! Jungkook is offered homemade food and cakes, which of course they can't refuse, since he is so overwhelmed by all the attention.
At the end of the fair, Jungkook undoubtedly increased a few pounds in his already very large body, obviously tightening the seams of his overalls.
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- Hyung, can you pass me that cheesecake? The people in the contest have very good cakes, but they are too small...
- I thought you would eat them when you got home, little pig...
Well, this little pig is hungry.
Jungkook is simple fat, he filled up, and he loves it. He loves to be too full and gassed, he loves to earn a pound every day by overeating. He loves to be fat, he loves all the weight on him.
Touching Jungkook's soft belly brings him another cheesecake that he was given at the fair.
- You've become a little rounder recently.
Approaching behind Jungkook while he is eating, crushing his belly and telling him that he looks cute with all the weight he has gained. Every day it gets closer to not being able to be the same again. It's not like he used to be thin, Jungkook is a pig hybrid, he has natural fat overflowing from his gluttonous belly. Every week he sinks deeper into gluttony, and greed.
Clapping him on the belly after it is full of his food and saying: - You have a lot of appetite. Huh?
- I could devour the fridge and all these cakes right now.
Jungkook was exhausted to be honest, he spent the whole day receiving hundreds of people who came to recognize him, receiving delicious gifts that he could not eat! Not until now.
- I thought we would go to the party that the mayor organized for you.
- You can go your Hyung, frankly I don't like those things.
Jungkook works hard to condition himself. Every day you look for a body stretched to the limit with fat, you are conditioning yourself. He is, little by little, normalizing the idea of fighting under his own weight. Reach an agreement with this lifestyle that he has secretly always wanted.
Look at another of his thin brothers while he desperately looks at the cake in front of him, wanting to give up your body to experience the gluttony he gave off.
Keep looking. Keep fantasizing. Keep talking and sharing how far away you are.
It's making it easier for him. Easier for your husband and caregiver. Eating with reckless abandonment is natural for him when it is the most prominent thought in that head he has.
I don't like to leave you alone. This cabin is... You know, I don't want to be ungrateful but Mayor Kim knew you were coming and still chose the largest cabin with the narrowest corridors.
- It's very small Hyung. - Tarareo. - I don't think I got up from this couch for a while. And when you come back completely drunk we can have some fun.
Jimin laughs sliding his hand on his chest to slowly approach the minor and give a short kiss on his lips, lips completely bathed in chocolate sauce and cheese crumbs.
- I'll be here after midnight. Will you be okay for so long, little pig?
- I have a long list of pending issues.
- I love you, you know, don't you?
Jimin evaded any type of situation that did not involve the round lips of cherry-colored jungkook, marking soft and tender kisses between harsh ruthless bites.
- Hurry up, Mr. Wolf, or the magic will end before you can pick up your glass shoe.
Jimin laughed and nodded slowly, took his sack and after two other cloying prayers he left the cabin in which her husband stayed.
Jungkook didn't even really notice it, he was too busy trying to reach his next piece of cake when a huge ball of fat pierces him on the way. Cheese pie, blackberry, strawberry, apple, chocolate suffle, vanilla cakes, red velvet. The people had worn out with the gifts. By the time he reached the third individual cake, his greed was already making him growl and moan for more. The pig hybrid took the wooden spoon for the last time and licked the last chocolate topping in which it is throwing it away.
He cleaned the cake tray and after a long sigh dragged him next to the tip of the table where he was swallowing a really worrying amount of cakes. With the free path he buried his hands in the loose dough, sticky and viscous covered with marshmallows and sweet chocolate glaze, he put his first hand in his mouth and then the next, and so on, consecutively, taking large handfuls of cake, bristling and dirty around with each bite, his belly bulges under that large jumpsuit with the name of Jimin' His huge intestine begins to pull down and Jungkook wiggles his hips to take a more comfortable position, pressing against his drowned cock under thousands capable of fat.
And so the following cakes, the jet begins to lick the corners on its leaves with its face full of jam and chocolate, between heavy gasps. With his semi-clean hands, he begins to rub his big belly in slow and deep circles.
It was so full that it can barely move, only now it wants to leave the uncomfortable dining chair in which it is for the sofa. The best thing is to move, although he wonders if he can sit far enough to stand, not to mention that your overloaded instinct gets in the way. So involved in sagging, he hadn't realized the effort it would take to move his fat ass off the dining room table. Eventually, with a little gasp and whining, he manages to get up and make his mess on the couch. He collapses with a sigh, immediately trapped by his belly, rubbing it in an attempt to alleviate the overwhelming feeling of fullness. He is surprised how windy you are, how out of breath he is. But he did it. - I'm really going to get fat if I keep eating like that.
Step by step, bite by bite, the jet remembers how many times it has mentioned that. "I'm starting to get a little fat. I should try to lose some weight." "Let it be clear that it's only because you like me fat." "That piece of chicken really inflamed me a little." "I won't eat that way again." "I'm not even that fat." "I think my clothes shrunk in the washing machine."
As he continues to rub his wide ocean of fat, you hear a small click on the ground and look down - after the large lump of fat. - to see a rotating button that rests slowly at his feet. His swollen belly sinks through the space in the line of his hips in his overalls, Jungkook had torn his waistband a month ago and Jimin had patched the sides of the 5xl overalls with a pair of buttons that Jungkook had just broken. It had ruined the damn safety strip that, together with the seams of this one, which fit perfectly less than a month ago. His checkered shirt also tries to rise but Jungkook tries to lower the shirt to cover the space, but his belly is too low and continues to rise to the navel, his face turns red but proud and tries to suffocate a joke. - I will really get fat.
Hypothetically... It's almost too full. He has made sure of it. He relaxes on the sofa, a soft stretched t-shirt shown through his growing medium; a subtle dent in the fabric around his navel and a couple of inches of overhang of mass on the screen indicate that the days of this shirt are numbered, but he likes it. Maybe I could rush the process and check the fridge, just to have a sandwich and go straight to bed for when Jimin arrives.
You just can't help it, can you? It's not just that he likes fatty foods. It's just that being a glutton actually excites him. He is a full-fledged hedonist. He is so obsessed with the pleasure that filling his face with foods that make you fat until you can barely move is irresistible. No wonder he's getting fat. Every pound he earns is just another failure of his willpower, only another defeat in the face of his desires, and he will go down that path until he is a huge and shaken fat man. It makes him think that someone like Jimin could be quite dangerous for your figure, he knows everything about farm animals, their instincts, weaknesses, because Jimin knows what he wants. He knows that he likes to think that Jungkook has control of simism, and in all other aspects of whether life is but, deep down, he is really an indulgent and gluttonous pig, and he wants nothing more than for Jimin to put fattening food in his mouth until he becomes an obese and overworked cow.
He settles in all other ways, but when it comes to pleasure, he can't help but greedily please each of his cravings. All that would be needed is a bad influence like Jimin, someone who wants to surround him with foods that fatten, and tempt him, and see how his willpower completely fails in the face of his desires, and he would be totally defenseless. With all his most hegemonic desires enabled, he became the obese pig that he was always destined to be, and eventually his growing body would make him as physically defenseless as his willpower does mentally: in a short time he would be trapped under his massive and growing intestine, trapped in his soft and heavy body, the consequences of all his indulgences that weighs him He would look It's not that he can help himself. Jungkook was not someone who refused his animal instincts, he gave himself large baths of naked mud during the hot afternoons, sunk in the wet earth while only the swollen crest of his belly peeked out of the surface, Jimin approached his funnel to keep him satisfied, while Jungkook remained stuck on the edge of his pen.
But now, it was very hot and he didn't have his large farm with him, and the heat was overwhelming. Hypothetically...
He couldn't help but feel impatient right now, maybe it was his fault for having such a wide belly rubbing against his fat-greasy cock. It's probably one of the most difficult feelings that a big yam pig like Jungkook has. It is clear that it must already be quite full. And it is clear that he has eaten enough today to make sure that he continues to slide to wake up getting fatter and fatter every morning. But... impatience. Accumulation. That voice in his head... He wants more.
Make him eat more. Force him. You have to do it.
Scattered in the living room. His mouth hung lazily open, his eyes squinting and a heavy arm that is weakly approaching his belly. He did very well today; Jimin would tell him. He has eaten a lot. Offering a bite of food wouldn't hurt, it's just not too full.
The feeling of eating again after a big snack, maybe breaking the overalls and releasing the tension that hung on his belly from the denim fabric and seeing how it spilled on his lap. A small moan as he prays for more food knowing that he almost didn't have to be satisfied.
So Jungkook makes a small jump to accommodate his ass on the edge of the sofa, with his huge and heavy belly separating his knees to the side and tries, again and again, it was about ten minutes trying to get up, Jungkook makes his head back and looks for more oxygen than he needs and finally gets up, he walks like a pregnant fat duck drowning wet burps by Three other relatives, he still had white frosting and chocolate on his face, but he wanted more.
He drags a chair from the dining room and goes straight to the stressed hallway of the fridge and the kitchen countertop, Jimin didn't lie about how narrow the corridors of the cabin were, that doesn't stop him and he crawls through the "narrow" part of the kitchen until he reaches the fridge and sticks his fat ass in the wooden chair that creaked under him A pot of grated macaroni full of cheese, he ate, ate and ate until it's too difficult to even think about getting up. His belly is now tight at the top but hanging pure fat at the bottom, swaying with every deep breath he takes.
He has to lie down, even then it takes effort, to be comfortable. But he can only think more about it... what if he could fit in a little more? Jungkook licks the pot of cheese and returns it to the fridge, another cracker warns him again but he keeps looking. He is sure that there has to be something... so he swings and grunts when he climbs and falls back into the chair that manages to resist him, but not his poor overalls that bursts the buttons on his shoulders and his belly spreads to his knees, Jungkook tries to hide blush on his plump cheeks and tries to lower his checkered shirt, it is
I was starving.
One more could not hurt.
One more bite, One more piece, One more plate, One more meal, One more pound...
That's just a little more. In fact, it's nothing. I couldn't do any harm, could I? So keep saying yes to just one more. He ignores the accumulation of all those small indulgences and concentrates on the next gift instead. There is always room for one more, take a turkey and cheese sandwich, a bucket of fried chicken, large tablespoons of yesterday's leftovers such as noodles and fried rice, until you finish the whole fridge, just leaving a large whipped cream cake, dragging his fat arms to the bottom of the fridge, Jimin should have hidden it for tonight but Jungkook really couldn't control himself, And catch it. Then the chair gave way and its entire structure collapsed under the jet.
Jungkook curses when he is literally stuck between wooden debris, the countertop and the fridge, there was a thin line between being a gluttonous pig to an obese pig that broke furniture and got stuck between the corridors, the hybrid tries in vainly to raise his arms and push his body upwards while the large mass of fat wiggles before in motion taking out a
After calming his breathing, he finally accepts it, all the snacks and frequent binges, if maybe he may have gained a little weight. He turns his head looking for a way to get up, he could easily spend the night there if it were not for the remains of wood sunk in his fat, but instead he observes the pastel slipped on the ground, the bitumen in the brown mosaics which is painful to see, he can not move, he fucking he can't but still tries to roll and manages to He tilts to the cake and takes it.
This is bad.
He didn't have a chance. He may have grown up thinking that he would be able to resist the temptations of gluttony and hedonism, but here he is, too fat to even turn his head, completely lost by his desires and shit he loves it so much. When Jimin offered him the opportunity to give up all responsibility and become the huge pig he is, here he is, eating, lazing about being a big fat fair pig while you barely realize that he has really gained weight, but as long as you enjoy the feeling of being full, that's all that matters.
By the time Jimin got home a little drunk, he only found Jungkook with the few pieces of fabric stuck in his thighs, covered with cake and sauce, on his back.
- Aww little pig, where did this big, heavy belly come from? You must really be eating well." He says as he puts another sugary sandwich in his mouth.
The budding voyeuristic streak shouldn’t surprise him, not really. Not when Jimin, still just chubby, had looked at pictures of his formerly tiny waist and eaten and lazed himself fat enough to hang and quiver. Not when he looks in the mirror and thinks he could gain another 40 kilos and still not be satisfied.
feedist kinktober prompts 11-15: people are noticing, and jm likes it
