#feedee jungkook

[bunnysmeal]

bunkoo trying to get 🥕 ..

[starry-bubbles]

Absolute Best

pairing: jungkook/seokjin

tags: stuffing, stomachache, praise kink, humiliation, hurt/comfort, aftercare

cw: unintentional force feeding, temporary panic, respiratory distress, almost choking, spitting out masticated food, brief mention of vomiting (although nothing happens or is described graphically)

Jungkook has never done a single bad thing ever in his entire life.

Well, maybe he's not super humble about it (but that's not a bad thing!). JK is just confident because he knows he's the absolute best.

His hyungs told him so.

"That's it, Jungkook-ah," Seokjin said. "So good. almost there, you can do it, baby."

Jungkook nodded, determined even if he was huffing slightly. Yes, of course he could do it. The last (and rather large) piece of chocolate cake was staring back at him somewhat ominously, but JK could do it. His hyung said so.

"Don't hurt him, Jin-hyung," Namjoon teased. He is also at the table, watching, not actively participating, but still there and admiring the show. His presence made Jungkook feel warm.

He loved an audience.

Seokjin gasped dramatically. "Never!" he exclaimed, indignant.

It made jk giggle, causing him to lose his breath a little.

He did his best to steady himself by holding his belly in place to calm down. He took a careful inhale through his nose, moan escaping him on the exhale.

God, he was full.

His belly bulged obscenely, packed tight with chocolate cake and milk. The milk (banana flavored, obviously) was probably what was making this such a challenge. The moisture soaked up into the already rich and dense cake in his packed stomach making it expand.

Oof.

"You're okay, right, Darling?" Seokjin asked him, gingerly caressing his middle.

Of course he was. JK was so good. He felt hazy. Blissed out and breathing shallowly. He nodded, grinning lazily, reveling in the feel of seokjin's hands on him.

"I knew you could do this for me, baby." Seokjin's praise washed over him. "So proud of you."

Jungkook's heart swelled.

"Let me help you fill what room is left, hm? You can do it."

A part of his mind, rationale buried in the fog of pleasure, pointed out that there simply was no more room to fill. The discomfort was beginning to catch up with him. His body is rebelling at being this overstuffed already.

But in his blissed state there was nothing he wanted more than to be good. Ache in his guts and throat be damned. He was the best. His hyungs told him so.

Seokjin said he could do it.

So he opened his mouth.

Jungkook didn't remember finishing the slice of cake.

(Maybe because he didn't.)

Jungkook resurfaced from his delirium to a sharp twinge in his belly. There was cake in his mouth and another forkful in front of him, waiting. Distantly, he knew what he needed to do next was swallow. Once the mouthful was forced down he could lean forward and take the next bite.

But he couldn't do it.

Try as he might, his body wouldn't let him. His throat had seemingly closed up, baring entry for anymore.

This had never happened before. Jungkook began to feel a panic set in. The next forkful was waiting. Seokjin was waiting. He couldn't do it, he chewed and chewed, as if that would make the cake magically disappear, but it was no use.

The forkful in front of him hovered like a taunt, a threat. In desperation, he did his best to lean forward and take the last forkful in his mouth. 

That would do it right?

Only it wasn’t the last.

The next forkful rose almost immediately to replace the one he’d just taken into his overfull mouth.

He did his best to chew again. Pushing what he could of the mass of rich sweetness into his cheeks to make room. 

This must be the last. He told himself. It had to be. There can't possibly be more.

He leaned forward, even just those mere two inches were agony on his stomach. Now, with three forkfuls in his mouth, Jungkook found himself staring down a fourth.

Any sort of pleasure or bliss was long gone now. 

His vision swam. He could barely breathe. It was too much. He felt like he might be dying.

"Jungkook?"

He blinked and the image of the fork vanished, replaced by Seokjin and Namjoon, their faces bent towards him.

Jungkook gagged.

The slimy, saliva thick mass oozed out of his mouth. Jungkook tried to stop himself, but it was beyond his control. Namjoon caught the majority of it in his hands. The sight of it was nauseating and humiliating. He closed his eyes so he didn't have to look at the absolute mess he just made all over Namjoon.

He gasped to get more air. Easier without the mouthful of cake, but horribly painful due to his stomach which was pressed into his diaphragm from being so stuffed.

It hurt. Oh god he was so full. It was far too much.

Seokjin cooed at him, a quiet mantra of "hey, you're okay," and "I've got you."

"Just breathe, baby," Namjoon encouraged, and Jungkook let out a strangled gasping sob.

"I'm so sorry," he wheezed.

"No, no, baby," Seokjin held him, punching his damp curls from his forehead. 

"I thought I could d-do it," Jungkook sobbed, even though it was a torment to do so while so full. Tears were rolling down his cheeks. He couldn’t even imagine what a mess he looked like. Sweating, wet and snotty, probably some chocolate smeared on his lips. "I really, really want to do it for you hyung. Wanted to do good-- ah-ahh." he moaned when a shooting pain rumbled through his packed belly.

"It's okay baby, you did so, so good. Please don't apologize." Seokjin soothed. "I'm so sorry, it was me that pushed too far."

"My tummy hurts so bad," jk sobbed, feeling pathetic and not in a good way.

"He should probably let some up," Namjoon said in a low voice. He returned and cleaned. He rubbed Jungkook’s back supportively.

"Don't wanna!" Jungkook protested immediately. "I-I can do it. "

"Kook..."

"Please," Jungkook begged. "Wanna be good."

"You are good," Seokjin soothed quickly. "Aish, just look at yourself."

Junkook looked down with watery eyes. He was huge. He'd certainly never been this big before. 

Tenderly, Seokjin rucked up his t-shirt, exposing the skin. The whole of his midsection was like a globe. It was taught and reddish in spots from the stretch. Even though it ached and churned, the overwhelming sensation was mitigated a bit by the incredible visual of it.

It truly was impressive.

Jungkook had never believed he could look like that.

Seokjin kissed his temple. "See that, Jungkookie?" he murmured. "That's you. My baby. ate so well, just look at him. I’m so, so proud of him."

Jungkook hesitantly placed a hand on his belly. No pressure applied, least he hurt himself more. But he just wanted–needed–to feel the shape of it. Experience it for himself.

"How does it feel?"

"Amazing." JK muttered. Pain fading into the background a bit now as he indulged in the praise and admiration of himself. 

"My jk does feel amazing," Seokjin agreed easily.

"Feel it, Hyung."

"You sure?"

Jungkook nodded. "Please," he moaned.

So Seojin did. Jungkook arched into it, despite how difficult it was to do so, he needed more. His touch was delicate and exhilarating. 

Seokjin's hands were like fire and Jungkook was melting.

"Wow," Seokjin's voice was rough.

He wanted to be held like this forever. He could feel himself starting to slip into what was likely going to be the food coma of his life. Nothing else mattered.Nothing except… well…

"S’it good?" Jungkook slurred sleepily. “‘m I good?”

Seokjin chuckled, and Jungkook felt the rumble of it through the hands still rubbing soothing circles into his full belly. "The absolute best."

[soft-bellied-tannies]

Funnel of Love, Pt. 2

Read part 1 here! - ⚠️ Handjob ⚠️

Read the full story on AO3!

Once he returned for the third time from the kitchen, Jimin had to stop and appreciate Jungkook’s gentle caress of his own belly that sat like a perfectly rounded ball in the v of his now buttonless jeans.

While Jimin was very much attracted to Jungkook’s growing size and enthusiastic appetite, he also found satisfaction in being the one behind the gain. 

Jungkook was happily anticipating the last portion of the shake, caught up by the thought of not only adding a few pounds from it but also increasing his stomach capacity.

He watched Jimin return with a determined look and knew that this round would go down at the same pace. 

Taking a few deep breaths, Jungkook opened his mouth without Jimin saying a word and smiled when he got a forehead kiss as a predecessor.

Jungkook felt the shake go down at the perfect speed, trusting Jimin to respond to his cues and figuring out how to breathe through his nose this time to avoid a break halfway.

When the last few drops were down, Jungkook could feel the stretch of his stomach and knew this was the most they had done before.

Each breath felt as if it was actively stretching out his stomach more and more. “Shit, Minnie, so full.” 

Jimin immediately moved the funnel aside and started a very tender massage of Jungkook’s belly.

If he thought it was tight before, his boyfriend certainly did not have an inch of space left with absolutely no softness to be found. He loved the little sounds Jungkook let out with each poke and prod of his stomach. 

“Did such a good job, baby. So good for me,” Jimin whispered as he rained kisses on Jungkook’s face and belly, enjoying the way his pink cheeks deepened to red.

After his continued pampering, Jimin asked, “What do you think about a bath, Ggukie?” 

Baths were a staple of Jungkook’s aftercare, but Jimin also knew that asking his boyfriend to move was a big ask.

He watched as the other considered it before he nodded, extending his hands out in a silent ask for help.

Jimin pulled him up off the couch, watching the expression changes on Jungkook’s face as he adjusted to standing. 

Jimin thoroughly enjoyed Jungkook’s slow waddle down the hall toward their bedroom, looking like a pregnant woman to accommodate the added weight on his middle.

He prepared a nice bath and took his time undressing Jungkook, appreciating the torn fabric where the button had been. 

After helping him sink into the warm water, Jimin settled behind Jungkook and pulled him back into his chest.

His hands found his boyfriend’s belly right away and resumed his rubdown, the water allowing his fingers to glide across Jungkook’s taut skin.

He placed tender kisses across his shoulders and encouraged him to fully relax in his arms. 

Jungkook let his head fall back against Jimin’s shoulder as he closed his eyes and allowed his boyfriend to work away any lingering pressure from his full stomach.

He tilted his jaw just enough for his lips to meet Jimin’s cheek before whispering, “Tonight was amazing.” 

Jimin smiled into Jungkook’s shoulder and with a parting peck, he replied, “Yes, it was. Look at this impressive belly, so round and tight. Must feel good, huh?”

“Feels great, I love it,” Jungkook nearly moaned out between Jimin’s sultry tone and enthusiastic touch. 

“I’m glad, baby. That’s what is important.”

The room then filled with a calm, comfortable silence aside from the occasional whimper from Jungkook when Jimin hit a tender spot or pushed a little more.

As he applied more pressure and brought his lips back to his boyfriend’s neck, Jimin had Jungkook panting as he worked him up. 

“Can’t wait to do this again, Ggukie. That’s what you want, right? To be nice and full?”

Jungkook whined high in his throat as Jimin lit up every sensation within him like a seasoned pro. “Yes…please, want it, Minnie…” 

“Shh…I know, baby. I’ll take care of you. Just let go,” Jimin said, his voice taking a deeper tone as one hand slipped lower, below Jungkook’s belly to wrap around his cock. 

Jungkook devolved into a nonverbal mess of moans, one hand resting on top of Jimin’s on his belly while the other gripped his boyfriend’s strong thigh.

He tucked his face into Jimin’s neck, eyes shut and breaths speeding up as he felt the hot sensation building in his lower abdomen.

With each skillful twist of Jimin’s hand along his shaft, Jungkook felt weightless with pleasure which he also found ironic considering the hefty addition to his middle. 

Jimin increased his steady pace, teasing back and forth to elicit the sweet sounds from his partner as he brought Jungkook to his release.

For the last tugs, Jimin whispered his praises into Jungkook’s ear until he felt his boyfriend stiffen for a moment with a slight gasp.

He talked him through his release and relished in the heavy weight of Jungkook melting into him. 

“We need to get out and get you in bed, Ggukie,” Jimin said quietly, his hands now on Jungkook’s thighs. 

Jungkook let out a little huff and didn’t move an inch. “Give me a few minutes, babe. My legs are fucking jello right now.” 

Both began to laugh as Jimin squeezed his boyfriend’s legs with a teasing touch.

Eventually, Jimin replied making Jungkook whine in a much different way than a few moments before. 

“Okay, big guy, tell me when you are ready.”

[softkookie-everywhere]

So… I did this inspired by the last drawing by @nkch because it really is too beautiful that my heart asked for it ಥ_ಥ

Also Kookie in crop top is my weakness 😔💕

[chubbymins]

Okay but.. tell me why I just thought of like.. a really and I mean really big Jungkook always snacking and asking his teeny boyfriend, Jimin for more snacks and Jimin never minds it. Never minds having to go to the store multiple times a day and that’s because Jungkook lets Jimin feed him whenever he feels like it. He lets Jimin suck on his massive moobs whenever he wants.. and that’s more often than not because Jimin is absolutely obsessed with them. Hell, Jungkook is so big that Jimin is able to happily situate himself on Jungkook’s massive stomach and sit comfortable while he sucks on his moobs and feels him up. Both of them are literally always blissed out.

[bunnysmeal]

꒰ ◌ྀི ˊˋ꒱ ⠀ ﾉ⠀ cherry bombbb 🍞⠀⠀ ࣪ ㅤ ◌ ꔫ

jungkook prevailed lying in his gaming chair as usual, the newly finished snacks at his newfound anger only made him turn even redder.

"silly game." muses after finishing the new release of Mario Bros "Cherry Bombbb" a Kirby game that consists of collecting fruits and food on the track, something that the advertising video for the new game had not announced, jungkook had worked overtime just to have the premiere of said game which ended up being a scam.

enraged, he goes to the fridge for new snacks. "oh god i'm hungry." take the box of heavy cream and drink calmly, there was still a good part of the box so close your eyes and finish it calmly, not until you sniff hamburgers?

a magical golden glitter comes out of his fridge with food, just not real food, it was pixels, pixels and gold stars, especially a Mario Bros mystery box...

it took me a long time to decide whether or not to upload this because it's not literally a drawing and I was afraid it would end up in a Twitter thread or something similar buut, i decided to do it with all the respect possible right? 🥲🥲🥲🖖🏻💗

[starry-bubbles]

I have this idea for a soft feedee jk who is spoiled (and slightly clueless) that decides he really wants to repay the favor for his feeder nj who takes care of him so well. nj protests a bit at first, but he really can't say no to his kookie (he created this monster lol) so he gives in.

it goes well, only jk comes in a little strong, and nj isn't as used to being fed quite so much. but nj really doesn't want to upset jk, so he eats. and keeps eating. he eats until he is waaaay past his limit. the final form is an achy overfull feeder nj and remorseful and upset feedee jk.

nj's belly massive--bloated big, round, and so taut that the skin is tinged red from strain. nj ends up being the one to comfort jk though his own discomfort. he huffs and holds back groans as he murmurs reassurances that he's okay, petting jk nestled into his side with one had while the other holds his stomach like he's trying to hold himself together.

[bunnysmeal]

I made this little, not so little candy jungkook 🥺💗 i think i have improved a lot, there is more blood, sweat and tears xD