gonna do something somewhat out there and out of nowhere. i just finished kinktober on my like... main wg account so i've missed doing kpop wg so i'm coming back with... zb1 SDFJSDF gunwook been attacking me lately so he's going to be the one feeling it now.
All-in
This is a feederism fic and features weight gain and unintentional weight gain. Don't like, don't read.
There was a dreamy sort of sigh that left the table in the library and it took one paper flying to cause the source of it to make an annoyed expression. "Yah! Kim Gyuvin!" The warm tone of Gunwook sounded a little more frustrated than usual as his friend held his finger in front of his lips, to shush him.
"You can't be too loud in the library, Gunwook~" The teasing tone almost made him jump over the table to show him who could be louder of the two before he felt the pointed gazes of the students around them and buried his head in his textbook, muttering curses towards his friend who barely had enough mercy to add quietly, "Just because Matthew hyung is here doesn't mean you should neglect your work."
His long crush on the older friend of theirs was something that was practically known by everyone in their friend group. And something that he couldn't help but get embarrassed about everytime someone pointed it out. He wasn't that subtle about it... and it wasn't aided by the fact that Matthew tended to treat him nicer than his heart knew how to react with.
"Gyuvin, I swear if you don't stop talking about it when he's this close by, I-" The words that left Gunwook were growing more threatening by the moment before he heard a loud exclamation. "Oh, Gyuvinnie and Gunwookie!" It was always nice that Matthew didn't seem to care about the negative glances for the loud volume but he only belated realized, offering a small apology and a sweet smile that no one could stay mad at as he approached.
"O-oh, hyung! Good to see you." Gunwook was severely underprepared for the way that Matthew sat next to him and leaned on his shoulder while Gyuvin tried not to laugh.
"H-hi, hyung." Gyuvin imitated his stammer which got a death glare shot in his direction before Matthew spoke again, "I didn't know you guys were studying here... but I brought some snacks for Taerae since he said that he wanted some." Gunwook tried his best not to visibly deflate at the thought before the snacks were placed in front of him.
"Huh? What are you doing, hyung?" Matthew stuck his tongue out as he added, "No one said he needed to get them all. I bought a lot so you can just have the extra instead. I know how much you love to eat." There was a pat on his head from the older man and Gunwook did his best to not beam before opening the box. Gyuvin rolled his eyes from across the table, texting someone about what he was witnessing in front of him.
While he dug into the snacks and made conversation with Matthew there were some things that came to mind. Taerae was a little bit on the heavier side. Not fat but chunky was a good way to describe him. It only made his dimples and smiles cuter and nicer to hug, something that Matthew was incredibly fond of. He had believed that Matthew was someone who had a crush on Taerae for a very long time... so maybe that was what he was missing.
Gunwook was a good gym buddy for Matthew... but what if he wanted something that was a little bit softer. Was that the best way to capture his attention? With a renewed vigor, Gunwook ate the snacks that Matthew had brought even faster, surprising both of his company. "Hyung, do you have any more?"
Gyuvin wasn't unaware to the way that Matthew's face seemed to warm up as he stammered for a response for a moment before furiously texting Ricky. They had made a bet on when something would happen between them after all but he couldn't really afford it to happen now... he was going to lose the bet.
"All I have is the stuff for Taerae... how about..." Matthew bit his lip with a smile that he was failing to hide. "I bring these to him and we can head out for something to eat?" Gunwook's eyes brightened before Matthew nearly stumbled out to get the treats to Taerae. Gunwook began to pack his notes while Gyuvin looked at him, "Seriously?"
"You told me to stop staring... so I'm doing something about it." Considering how smart Gunwook is, it should have occurred to him that Matthew practically sprinted back to him so that they could head out to get food while Gyuvin was trying to ease up Ricky on the bet so he wouldn't owe him too much.
-
As he jumped in his dorm room, Gunwook felt his face burn, feeling the way that the flab jiggled, trying to squeeze every possible extra inch of himself into the pants that no longer fit into his frame. It was almost like a dam was broken that day.
He had stopped going to the gym as much with Matthew but he was seeing him just as much, if not more. They were always getting food since Matthew excused it as wanting to treat his dongsaeng. But, Gunwook didn't realize that not working out combined with Matthew's constant treats would have results this fast.
He'd already let out this pair of pants twice since upsizing and now, his belly was sticking out from his body, proud and bloated with fat. Or food considering that Matthew treated him most meals in a day. It was always nice when he insisted on Gunwook trying something new and he loved it.
It's not like the weight was solely tied to his prominent belly but it settled in his thighs and glutes which wasn't really aiding the pants situation. They clung tightly to the plump thighs as well as didn't even make halfway up his ass as he tried hopping into them again, hearing a faint tear of fabric and how much the fat on his body jiggled at the motion.
While looking at himself in the mirror, Gunwook's hand absentmindedly rubbed his belly as he felt his face flush. Matthew had been a lot more touchy with him recently. Either holding his love handles or even sneaking squeezes on his belly which always made him think he was on the right track to getting his attention. After all, him blowing up was for him as well.
But, there was an enjoyment he was getting out of it as well. Feeling the way that his body expanded, burst out of belts sometimes and even was starting to get stuck in booths at the restaurants they frequented... there was a bliss in this... he just wanted to do it properly with Matthew at his side and just like his appetite, it was insatiable. He was no longer content with just being friends.
There was a knock on his dorm door. They had already made plans to go out again and while he wasn't ready in the slightest, he knew that his outfit (or lack of since he didn't fit in the button down that couldn't even close or his pants) would get the answer he wanted.
Opening the door, he heard Matthew's voice. "Gunwookie~ Are... you..." The happy voice trailed off before he looked down at the gut that was staring straight at him as he swallowed dryly. "I'm up here, hyung." Matthew's gaze needed to be torn away from the plump mass before Gunwook smiled. "Wanna order in?"
The feeling of Matthew's muscular body crashing into him and jostling his belly enough that the buttons he managed to get closed break told him everything that he needed. He had went all-in and got the pay out that he wanted... and soon, he was sure that he'd need to upsize again anyways now that his boyfriend was showing him just how much he appreciated that excess on his body.
genuinely im feeling insane about maetgeon so have another fic hehe you know me and mutual gain so prepare to get sick of it... im still writing a lot these days but i randomly get bitten with maetgeon demons from time to time so...
Winter Time
This is a feederism fic and features weight gain, unintentional weight gain and smut. Don't like, don't read.
"Hyung, I'm nervous!" Gunwook fidgeted with his hands for a moment before his boyfriend took one, rubbing his fingers on his knuckles to reassure him.
"Don't worry, Gunwookie. My friends and family are going to love you. They've been asking about you forever." Matthew's smile had to have been a ray of sunshine in the darker winter days because right now, he wouldn't have even thought it was cold out.
Originally, since Gunwook had come abroad while studying, he didn't really know anyone. It was a little difficult to make friends as the foreign exchange student from Korea... but he managed to make one that sort of became his gateway for meeting just about everyone that he had met this semester.
Matthew was that gateway. Before they were dating, he extended his arm and showed him just how to interact with everyone and everywhere he needed to go on campus. It didn't take long for Gunwook to actively search out his hyung's attention and with time, even asking more of it. Their mutual friends were able to tell from a mile away that they were going to get together. Matthew's childhood friend, Hanbin, made sure Gunwook had someone else to talk to just in case he needed to spill his guts about him too.
"Seokmae... he's a really good kid. Just like you really!" Hanbin's smile was wide as Gunwook smiled sheepishly. It felt cathartic to find another Korean friend in Canada and even more so to tell him about the crush that he had on him. "I think you should go for it... because if you wait, he's not going to realize... he... has a thick skull sometimes..."
A couple more pep talks from Hanbin and Gunwook ended up confessing. The success sent him to the moon and he thought they'd spend time together at the dorms for the holidays.... until Matthew quite literally invited Gunwook to spend the entire break together.
They arrived at the door to Matthew's house as Gunwook took a shaky breath before the door opened. Almost like a whirlwind, Gunwook's hand was taken while he was cooed at by his boyfriend's family, all praising him for his good looks and happy that their son had picked someone so perfectly for himself. It was all positive attention that made his face burn before Matthew stepped between them.
"Alright, alright! We're gonna go to my room since the trip was long and then we're gonna come right back down!" His sister nudged him playfully before he raised his hand jokingly before taking Gunwook upstairs.
It was going to be a wild month while he got used to this.
-
There was one thing that Hanbin had mentioned to him. It was at a party when Gunwook had told their friends that he was going to Matthew's for the holidays. Hao was sitting comfortably in his boyfriend's lap, the hand resting comfortably on his waist.
"You..." His words were slightly delayed from the alcohol they were drinking but Hanbin smiled, "You should be aware that Seokmae's family... love treating their guests. He definitely knows it too." He points an accusing finger to his friend who's dancing on the dance floor a little ways away as Hao squeezes his cheeks.
"He's just trying to scare you. They're really nice. They treated Hanbin extra kind when they were there." Hanbin pouted as his boyfriend before he was melted with a kiss on the lips, eroding any complaints that might have followed.
For a while, Gunwook didn't really give it any thought... but when Hanbin said they treated them well, what it meant was that they treated them like royalty. Every waking hour, Gunwook felt like there was food being pushed inside of him from any of the family members. His dad was barbecuing something delicious, his mom cooking something and even his sister bringing treats from outside... there was hardly ever a moment where Gunwook didn't feel like he was beached on whatever he was sitting on.
It's not like his boyfriend wasn't in a similar state. There were times where he rubbed his boyfriend's stomach from when he said that he overate.
He didn't think too much of it because it didn't really change much... it only really started to matter after Christmas dinner. The family was eating at chatting at the table and... halfway through his second plate, there were a few pinging sounds as Gunwook felt his stomach, now bare to the world because he blew the buttons on them.
It's not like he completely avoided gaining weight going to university. Hanging out with Matthew meant they frequented different foods to try and Matthew loved showing him his favourite dishes, which quickly became Gunwook's. He hadn't become this tall eating moderately.
But, the shirt that had been replaced without him knowing... the buttons that blew from his own gluttony and how much he had fattened up. He saw the way Matthew's ears flushed next to him and felt a hand on his thigh, squeezing the mass.
Oh. He knew exactly what he did.
Gunwook's hand moved underneath his belly, lifting it up and letting it flop before he looked at his boyfriend who was avoiding his gaze. If that's how he wanted to play...
"Auntie, can I get another plate. I really am hungry."
-
They had arrived in Matthew's room two hours later. Gunwook wanted to make sure they were in the clear before he got up. The buttons on his shirt were only the first to go and he didn't feel like exposing himself that much to Matthew's family.
They had already seen how wide he was getting so they didn't need to see the tent that he was pitching at the thought of getting so fat he broke out of his clothes like he did tonight. That was reserved for the one who pressed him against the door the second it closed.
Matthew lifted his leg, his own chubby thigh raised to Gunwook's crotch as the two groaned and Matthew fondled Gunwook's belly.
"Didn't know you liked this as much as I do, Gunwookie..." He squeezed some of the fat on the younger man as he groaned.
"You've been doing this for some time... did you do the same thing to Hanbin when he came here?"
"Ngh, you should have seen how big he got. So bad at saying no to people... but you look even better."
"Not like I'm the only one..." Gunwook's large hand moved to Matthew's moobs and squeezed, eliciting a moan from the shorter man before he bit his lip, trying to be a little quieter. Gunwook's hands moved to Matthew's own gut as he shook it. "You're getting big too... this isn't just winter weight, hyung."
He felt a hand on his crotch, his erection shaking as Matthew fondled his fat pad. "Yeah, you're just fat now... and this break is far from over, Gunwookie... make sure to eat well." The hand slipped into his underwear and began to pleasure him, his body convulsing and jiggling with each pump of the neglected length.
Their fat bodies grinded against each other and it didn't take long for Gunwook to release into Matthew's hand before they moved to his bed, hearing the prominent creak, wondering how much longer before their combined weight potentially broke the bed.
-
Arriving back on campus, Hanbin patted Gunwook on the gut that was decorated with angry stretchmarks from the sheer amount he blew up. "I take it you enjoyed the trip?"
Matthew approached from the side, his belly bumping into Hanbin, squishing his somewhat lithe physique between the two bodies. "Yeah! They loved him... and they missed you, hyung~ You should visit again!"
Hanbin opened his mouth to protest but Hao snaked his arms around Hanbin's waist, finger tracing his side, "Yeah, Hanbinnie. I know you don't like making people upset." The smile in his voice made him melt a bit, making him wonder what his plans for the reading week up ahead would be.
this was written around my friends on my phone but maettael was consuming me so severely i needed to write it. as per usual, my mutual gain specialty… short and sweet hehe
Circumstances
This is a feederism fic and features weight gain and unintentional weight gain. Don't like, don't read.
The sound of the keyboard clicks stopped for a moment. “Yah! Seok Matthew! You said you wanted to play so I thought that you’d do better!” A warm baritone laugh came from the same voice as he heard a whiny tone that escaped the one that he was chastising.
“But, Taerae~ I haven’t played in months. I needed you to carry me.” The slight aegyo in his tone pulled his heart strings slightly. In a way that he knew Matthew could all by himself. He pouted for a moment in his typical duck face. “Aish… you think you’re so sweet.”
He could hear the smirk in Matthew’s voice as he continued to compliment them. Taerae was content with the dynamic that they fit into. Roommates who… lingered closer than the rest of their friends. Most of the group remarked how the two seemed to be just as close as the resident couple in the group. Hao genuinely talked Taerae’s ear off about how they weren’t supposed to be cuddling that close while drunk and their friends with benefits situation.
It didn’t really help that it came to that point… but Matthew was really the only one that gave him the option of a friends with benefits. Following graduation and starting a typical office job, he didn’t really have the time to enjoy the social hobbies like going to the club and having a whirlwind fling that someone who was too ugly to hook up with sober. Not right now at least. All he wanted to do was play games with the ones he already had… and eat evidently.
Taerae looked down at his body, pinching a noticeable amount of flab that wasn’t there prior. When he was frequently clubbing, he was getting out a lot more. Meeting plenty of people meant there was more exercise to get in… but with Matthew… he didn’t really need to. Just a nudge of his leg and it told him that they were in the same mood.
Although, Matthew never made him conscious of the extra weight he’s been putting on. How could he? He worked out so much. Strong arms that squeezed him tight while he sat on his lap. Firm grip on his chunky middle, hands running down his sides and lifting his belly that pressed against his firm core. And with every touch that he melted against him. Matthew made him feel like he didn’t need to hold himself to those same standards.
And eating just about everything… certainly had made him a lot more plentiful than before. Holding his stomach with both hands, the way the weight jiggled in his grip made him stare a little longer, wondering exactly when it got out of hand. It’s not like he was really struggling for money. Late night orders that he shared with his roommate were becoming more and more plentiful… and more common.
He wasn’t the only one ordering. He noticed that Matthew had been doing the same as of late. Insisting that after the gym he needed a meal to bulk up. Something to stay sated with.
After all, it was bulking season.
That excuse practically plagued every order. Holding bags upon bags. Sneaking them into his room and sometimes, even into Taerae’s hands as he looked surprised at the sheer quantity.
“Did you get anything to eat?”
The voice came through the headset rather meekly. They… had eaten no more than two hours ago and yet, Taerae couldn’t deny the way his stomach growled. A body of indulgence couldn’t deny what it wanted and even if it wasn’t bulking season like it was for his roommate, he definitely had the appetite for one.
He felt acutely aware of his thighs pressing against each other, making the squeeze of his chair all the tighter.
“Yeah, I could eat.”
-
A huff sounded as he collapsed into the couch. The creak was somewhat audible and Taerae was acutely aware of how his thighs expanded the second he sat down. The way that his body jiggled and shook with the movement as a laboured breath left him, a hand resting on his gut that seemed to be sticking up more.
A bulking meal seemed to be getting bigger and judging how Matthew was in a similar state next to him, he couldn’t say that it was the same muscular build that showed him to love his body… if anything, this was something that he liked even more.
His arms were still big in the tank top to show them off, but the pecs that he used to flaunt were suddenly bloated and spilling out, spreading onto the ample stomach that Taerae had never noticed. Bloated and plump, his eyes were glued to how Matthew rubbed it, trying to relieve the small family’s worth of food that was digesting inside of him. A groan left him before a belch as he watched how he sighed with relief at the space being freed.
“I… told you I’m bulking, didn’t I?” Matthew patted his stomach, sending a jolt of heat rushing through Taerae as he stared at him. They understood each other well. Almost alarmingly so.
That same hand on his gut moved to his lap, patting his plush thigh as he smirked. The couch creaked as he crawled over, feeling the weight of his stuffed stomach before settling on Matthew’s thighs, hands resting on his overly pliant ass and smacked them, coaxing a belch out of Taerae, a flush building on his face.
Their bellies pressed into each other as Taerae moved his hands, squeezing Matthew’s moobs, a sigh of pleasure leaving him before he felt his hips being pushed into Matthew’s belly, a whimper leaving him.
“You’re looking healthier.” Taerae’s tone felt breathy while Matthew’s hands traced his love handles and squeezed them.
“Relationship weight?” Taerae blinked a little confused while he felt his hand slip into his own shirt, fondling his belly. “You just made it look so good.”
He held Matthew’s stomach, smacking his hands and enjoying the jiggle and slight look of pain on his expression. “What do you mean relationship..?”
Matthew paused for a moment. “I thought I… Oh, fuck, I didn’t ask you out, did I?” They stewed for a moment before Taerae laughed warmly, leaning onto him, sinking into the couch further. “I… know you liked the weight but I guess I forgot to ask you to be my boyfriend… You made it look good so I couldn’t help myself either.”
Taerae smiled, slipping his hands into the tank top and revealing it to the air. “Show it to me more then, boyfriend.” After all, if he put on that weight for him, he could show him how it felt underneath him. And given how much there was of him, Taerae was curious if that extra bulk made him feel even better.
So, that Ateez feederism bug has certainly taken root and I couldn't tell you why exactly. (It's because I finally am getting a feel for how many people like it as much as I do 👀)
And with that being said, I want to write about another one of my ults, being San... it's not going to have a fixed pair... but that doesn't mean he can't play around hehe
Better
This is a feederism fic and features weight gain, weight gain denial, breaking of clothes, and smut. Don't like, don't read.
Finishing his set in the gym, the sound of the weights clanging on the machine as it settles. He's panting as he looks at himself in the mirror. He's come a long way since he started working out. He remembers the first time that he set foot in the gym and how just about everything intimidated him. Flexing his figure, he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride as a result of just how far he's come. It wasn't something that he achieved overnight after all. Lots of effort had to be made to get his body to the level that it was currently at.
While he washed up, some things came to mind. Like there were people who might have struggled with the idea of going to the gym for the first time and plenty of questions that they had. As he lathered up his firm pecs and broad shoulders, it was properly occurring to him that he had a rather amazing set up. The gym was owned by his friend, Yeosang, which meant it would be fairly easy to set up a camera and record beginner guides to helping out those who needed the advice. While he rinsed off, his mind was already buzzing with ideas as to what he'd need to mention with Yeosang if he wanted to get the go-ahead on this idea.
In his mind, as long as he delivered his advice to a level that was befitting of the audience, it shouldn't be too hard to get the information out to everyone who needed it. He arrived at his apartment as he announced, "I have the best idea ever."
Wooyoung had flopped his head over on the couch to look at him, an eyebrow raised curiously while Seonghwa paused the game that he was playing to look at him. "Oh, how was the gym, Sannie?"
He simply gave a thumbs up before he sat on the coffee table in front of them to look at them eye to eye, almost like he needed to be at that level to brace them before his idea properly blew them away. "You're not ready for this."
Seonghwa kept his encouraging smile on his face while Wooyoung looked at him, a little exasperated, "What is it? You've hyped it up but haven't said it yet."
San paused for dramatic effect for a moment before he stated, "I'm gonna start a channel to promote fitness for first timers because they don't know what they're doing and Yeosang already gave me the go ahead."
There was a pause in the air before Wooyoung just sighed as Seonghwa politely began to play his game again, ready to listen as background noise, almost like his interest had pulled away.
"What?" San looked genuinely puzzled as to why the attention had waned.
"No offense, San, but I think I've seen about a thousand channels like that where they all advertise their advice. It's just oversaturated and almost everyone does it." Wooyoung rips the bandaid off rather easily and it's hard not to deflate a little.
He pouted rather easily, "It's a great idea! I didn't get like this without knowing my way around the gym so I think I'm pretty trustworthy!" The way that he flexes while having a cute expression flusters both of his roommates as Wooyoung openly gawks the muscles on display while Seonghwa pays closer attention to the game that's on the screen before pausing it when San seems to wait for them to comment again.
"Wooyoung does have a point, Sannie." It's hard not to coo at the sight of San being more pouty than expected as his plans are stepped on but Seonghwa continues, "But, I think you'd be able to carve a niche as you are. You do a pretty good job of that." He can't help but smile as he blushes at the kind words of the older one at that.
A pat on the shoulder comes from Wooyoung, "If you need someone to film, I'll be happy to help. I feel like you'd be bad at setting up shots." He raises a fist, threatening to hit his friend before muttering that he'd appreciate the help.
After a little bit more planning, the first video goes without a hitch and he can't help but feel a pit in his stomach as he watches the video process before it slowly uploads on their shared Internet. Both Wooyoung and Seonghwa are in the room as moral support when it finally finishes and he can't help but stew.
A couple of minutes go by and San whines, "I really put a lot of time into this introduction! Even Hongjoong helped me with editing everything in a nice way!" The video looked rather professional and not amateur at all thanks to the older man's touch that San promised to repay him for at dinner one day.
Wooyoung patted him on the shoulder comfortingly, "You can't expect everything on day one, San. It'll take some time." He left him in the room with Seonghwa who seemed to smile encouragingly, "Yeah, it already has about fifteen views now so that's more than just our friend group. Give it some time to settle!"
Even if he was going to heed their advice, it didn't mean he wasn't going to bed sulking... but when he woke up that morning, the fact that his phone was warm and currently buzzing with notifications was a cause for alarm. Looking at it in shock, all of his friends were sending him various links of different edits of him in the video that went viral.
He knew that he looked good but seeing people editing him to shreds while basically making thirst traps of what he had said was incredibly kind to his ego. He felt himself blush while reading the various comments that were left. Was there such a thing as digital footprint with what some of these people were saying? Either way, it didn't take long for his channel to blow up and thanks to his work with Hongjoong, he didn't need to completely rely on him for editing and knew how to do it for himself.
Everything was panning out. He received sponsorship and just about everything under the sun that came with being a successful content creator and it wasn't hard at all for him to stick out in the crowd. A few lingering shots on his body here and there and it would inspire someone to make another edit that would go viral. Even if a lot of people weren't there for advice, it was the views and fans that made him go viral which he vastly appreciated.
Before long, brands were starting to sponsor him. Athleisure clothing brands, various different services and he took a good majority of them. San hadn't had this much money forever even working full time. But, then, he received his largest sponsorship deal yet. It was a formal process. Signing with Fever Supplements, he would have an exclusive deal that would pay more than enough for him to cover his rent on his apartment alone for each month.
All he had to do was take their products and be causal about mentioning it. And considering he was already in the stage to start taking protein again to bulk for the winter, it wouldn't be hard. Plus, their pre workout had tasted amazing from his experience.
At the stage that he was at, he was starting to workout with guests because he knew that the edits seemed to get a lot more traction when one of his friends was in the gym with him. So far, Jongho, Mingi and Yunho had accompanied him before. Today, Mingi had come with him.
Watching San shake his drink shaker made him raise an eyebrow curiously, "What's that? It looks different than what you usually drink." The camera wasn't recording while they were still in the middle of warming up. San liked to record during stretches so that they could have more to capture. Mingi raised an eyebrow as San offered it.
Watching him take a sip and recoil, Mingi looked at the drink in surprise, "Woah... that's really sweet. Are you sure it's pre?" San shrugged, "It says it's pre workout on the container and I think it's their new flavour. It's pretty good though. It's been energizing me for a couple of weeks now before my workouts." Mingi looked at it rather suspiciously before he added, "Damn, I can see why. It wakes you up."
They usually assist each other in stretching and when it comes time to work with each other, San feels his waist intruded on by Mingi, large hands resting on his sides and for some reason, sinking in slightly as San yelps. "Isn't it early for bulking season?" Mingi snickers as San raises a fist, "Like you're one to talk." He pokes Mingi's softened middle who covers his stomach shyly before they continue.
It makes a sort of tension that persists through the video as San noticed how his friend had put on. It's not like he put that much on though. The fabric of his shirt was clinging to him but that's how most compression shirts fit. On Mingi, it was bulging a little at the stomach and he couldn't help but find himself staring.
While they were in the shower, Mingi's voice was clear through the constant stream of water, "Uh, San. Would you be able to hook me up with some of that pre? It really worked and I just had a sip." Blinking a couple of times in surprise, he looked at Mingi, "Really? All you had was a sip." Mingi shrugged nonchalantly before he added, "That's the best I've worked out in a while... but I still have some energy. How about you?"
The words hung in the air for a moment, the tension only growing more intense before San added, "Yeah. I could do some more." He wandered over to the other man before he saw the way that he moved his neck downward and pressed their lips together. Naked bodies were pressed into each other as the water continued to clean them of everything but their desires.
The perks of the semi-private gym were making their way to the surface now as they stroked each other. Doing anything else was a little riskier even if they knew they had the space to themselves because the staff needed to clean soon for the actual hours of the place. What San was noticing was the fact that Mingi's stomach which had been flat the last time he appeared in a video seemed to protrude and inflate when he breathed out in pleasure at San's touch that was threatening to make him come undone. Had he put on weight since then? Maybe his next video needed to be something about weight loss. But, his thoughts were wiped clean as Mingi moved down and began to suck him off. Clutching the railing, his fingers curled in his friend's hair while he made sure to show attention to just about every inch of his length. As much as Mingi ran his mouth, he always knew how to use it just as well which is why they hooked up as often as they did.
As they both helped each other wipe off the mess after experiencing a release, San's stomach growled. "Damn, you're that hungry?" Mingi slaps his friend on the ass, who yelps before he says, "If you want, we can grab some food with Yunho. He wanted to eat with me today anyways."
Another thing that he didn't realize following his sponsorship with Fever was the fact that he was hungry a lot more often. He didn't really notice it because most of the time, he did his own meal prep. But, San seemed blissfully unaware of how the portions of these preps had slowly been increasing everytime. Where it used to be properly be one portion, it was getting to the point where he would eat portions of three for just about every meal.
Whenever he ate out with friends, it was more absurd that he ever would have noticed. Yunho had noticed that Mingi was eating a fair bit as well but San's order nearly filled up the table. He looked curiously as the two stuffed their faces with everything that was bought. "Good workout?"
The pair nodded before going back to stuffing their faces as Yunho watched, feeling his face heat up as he watched Mingi beside him belch before he continued to eat his own food.
From this point forward, just about all of his friends were noticing the amount that San was eating as he continued to increase the portion sizes slowly but surely. Seonghwa noted that he was cooking just about every other second when he was at home and the planned meals were filling the fridge. Wooyoung had tried some of the protein shake that he mixed but felt full a quarter of the way through while San had started to drink two per day. Mingi was starting to become a regular on the channel and those little meals where they would spend nearly two hours eating were becoming a near daily occurrence that San could afford with no difficulty thanks to his income.
However, the strangest part to just about everyone that knew San was the fact that he didn't even notice what all this food was doing to his body. He was under the impression that with Fever Supplements, he was going to bulk. But, following the winter, what he hadn't done was bulk. He had grown beyond the word bulking.
What Mingi was after the influence that San had on him was chubby and even that was being nice. He was definitely lingering closer to fat these days. But San? San had gotten properly fat and was starting to border on obese.
Gone were the broad and defined shoulders that he had launched the channel with as they were replaced with rolls on his back and flabby moobs that were starting to hang with how much fat that they had blown up with. His stomach protruded out so far and his roommates could hardly believe he poured himself into skin tight clothes without breaking them.
Although, Seonghwa remembers one day where he had checked in on San because he had stated that he was going out to eat with Mingi, not even going to the gym this time. Wandering in his room after hearing some noises, Seonghwa gaped at the sight. San was hopping and just that alone was shaking the floor as the massive amount of fat he put on was jiggling as he tried to get himself into a pair of jeans that didn't even make it halfway up his thighs.
San turned his head, panting as Seonghwa noticed more closely that even his jawline that was sharp had blurred and was even starting to develop a double chin just naturally. He couldn't figure out why it was exciting him to this degree. "Ah... hyung, perfect. Can... you help me close these? I think I bulked up too much."
Seonghwa felt a shiver run down his spine as he moved to San. Placing his fingers on the sides of the pants, he gulped feeling his hands press into the soft cellulite on his thighs. Pulling it up was a lot of effort and even more difficult at the fact that San didn't realize how much he was jiggling at just about every desperate movement. They managed to make it up to where they should rest but were presented with the next problem.
The button.
Now, Seonghwa was seriously going to overload at the feeling of his knuckles pressing into the underbelly of San's fat gut while he tried to make the two ends reach. He had tried lying down and sucking in. "Is it easier now?" He wheezed out the question while Seonghwa was praying for how aroused this was making him. His hands brushed San's crotch a couple of times and he heard a couple of whimpers from his fat roommate before he made his advances less coy, placing a hand on the area. It had gotten fatter too given how he knew San's length was a lot more plentiful the last time they hooked up.
San mewled in pleasure when Seonghwa's hand slipped into his pants, starting to please him before he realized that with just about every pump that caused San to move his hips, his gut would move too and make it more difficult to stroke him between the pressure of the tight underwear and his belly moving into his erection. San was losing himself to the pleasure of the feeling but still so horribly unaware of the point that he's blown up to.
They continue on before San releases, soiling his underwear as they both try to catch their breath. The last thing Seonghwa says before he leaves was that he should just wear something comfortable if he's going to out to eat with Mingi.
He does listen and when Seonghwa leaves the room, he's pulled into Wooyoung's room. On his computer screen, he sees orders for clothes identical to what San has in his wardrobe, just to replace everything with proper size ups. Seonghwa can't help but blush when Wooyoung reveals that this isn't the first time that he's done this before but he has San's card and he's gotten enough funding to the point he can pay it off without glancing at what's being bought.
It became an experiment basically. Just how massive could San get without noticing just how much these supplements were doing. Yunho had looked at the label and saw appetite stimulant and bulking formula on just about every product and weight gain enhancers in nearly everything that San mixed into his drinks. Mingi had grown at a slower pace but because he was with San so often, the damage had been done to the other gym goer as well.
The thirst edits of San hadn't changed. In fact, they had only steamrolled alongside his weight. Now, instead of focusing on his muscles, they focused on how strong his arms still were while they jiggled with fat when in between sets. How his belly spilled out of various workout shirts and how plump his ass was when he turned around while doing something. The fans were just about as ravenous as the one they were making these edits for and he didn't pay it any mind because it was still about his body.
In his eyes, he just viewed it as light pudge... even if he was getting to the point where his fattened form was knocking things over with either his belly or ass whenever he was at home.
He had reached a large milestone after almost a year. Over five million subscribers to the channel. In this time, he put on more than double his weight and didn't even bat an eye to the changes, which is still what shocked the other men the most. Didn't even think about how he couldn't fit in booths at restaurants or how difficult it was to do his stretches with Mingi when they were both of massive proportions. Their shower room hook ups had gotten a lot less subtle with all the bulk and San being teased about how much he had put on.
But, that wasn't the focus. He was finally treating Hongjoong to a meal that he promised. He had started to do a lot of the editing himself, so in the groove that he didn't even bat an eye at the way his sides were pressed against the arm rests of his desk chair most of the time. The editing style was retained and Hongjoong was rather proud of the younger man.
He hadn't expected the shorter man to choose an all you can eat restaurant as their destination. "Ah, hyung~ If you eat here, you'll get bigger~" San teased rather easily as Hongjoong's eyes scanned the massive man as if he could talk. He wasn't the slimmest person, carrying a small belly but it's not like he had grown to the size that Mingi had gotten to and San was an entirely different beast. He heard from the rest of their friends that he was unaware but he didn't think it was this crazy.
The two sat down at the booth as Hongjoong said, "Sannie, just let me grab what you want. You might be treating me today, but we're celebrating you too! You're probably the most popular fitness creator out there." It took a lot to not laugh at the sight when he said that. The most popular fitness creator being the largest person in the room, who's gut was pressing into the table and even resting on it where it protruded.
San smiled, "If that's what you say, hyung. I'll be sure to eat well." He had no doubts that the younger had been doing that for months at this point but today would be a proper test. Plate after plate was brought to the growing influencer as he stuffed his face just as well as he promised.
The clothes that his roommates bought for him could only do so well after the third upsize and around the seventh plate, San felt a relief in pressure as his gut expanded and pushed the table off balance for a moment. Hongjoong grabbed it in a panic as he heard the button rattling on the floor.
San looked flustered as he finally took in his body and how everything had settled on him. This wasn't just winter weight. In fact, it was the middle of the next fall. He had gotten so fat that he had broke his clothes. His fattened hands found his gut as he rubbed it, a small groan leaving him as he belched loudly, feeling his face flush from the people around staring at the gluttonous display he had put on.
He squirmed in his seat as he realized his ass needed two chairs to properly rest in them. Looking at Hongjoong who was equally as flustered by the sight, San whined, "Hyung, can we go to your place? I didn't mean to make a mess like this..." There was embarrassment bubbling up in his tone but all of his friends knew that was something that he enjoyed. He just didn't ever expect it to be in this way.
Even in Hongjoong's car, he was more aware of how it dipped and groaned when he sat in it, his belly filling up the space between him and the dashboard as he tried to relieve the pressure that had built up within it. Once they arrived at Hongjoong's apartment, Hongjoong pressed against him into the wall as San groaned while a burp bubbled up. "Oh, Sannie. How did you just realize this now?"
San felt his face flush while Hongjoong's hands explored his ample body, squeezing his moobs and getting a whimper from the younger. "You keep working out but when you're stuffing your face like that everyday, it's just barely keeping you strong." He still had muscles but the chub all over his body was more overwhelming than anything else. Each inch that Hongjoong pinched was a reminder of how he had let the supplement properly take effect and blow him up.
"I still am strong... I thought it was just bulking and-" He groaned when he felt Hongjoong's hands cup his ass and lift it, feeling the heft to him while he relished in the feeling. "This is more than bulking, Sannie. You're fat."
Hearing it plainly made a shiver run down his spine. Was that why he was having so much trouble to do certain things? Was that why people were referring to him as big guy? Was that why when Wooyoung rode him the other week, he only got his hands on his belly and he couldn't even see his own dick when looked down?
Hongjoong squeezed his crotch as they moved to his room, a mix of fat, desire, and pleasure to describe their bodies while they made out. A couple of times where Hongjoong leaned on his gut and got a burp out of the younger to his embarrassment before they continued, stripping each ill fitting layer away from San before he ended up with his ass pointed and his gut pressed into the mattress.
It oozed in just about every direction as Hongjoong inserted a finger, prepping San to take him. He had gotten so massive that Hongjoong, even with his chubby form, felt so much smaller. He was feeling his thighs mashing his fat pad into his underbelly as he rocked back and forth with Hongjoong's preparation of him.
He moaned when feeling Hongjoong enter him, his small belly resting on San's overly softened back as he pumped back and forth, sending ripples into his overfed body. San might have had all these fitness sponsorships but he had grown to a size where he was getting off better from his body humping his fat than properly being fucked and it was only skyrocketing his enjoyment.
It didn't take long for him to finish with how much his dick pressed into his underbelly as he released with a shout and panting to catch his breath while Hongjoong thrusted deep into him, clutching him by the love handles to get a better grip and reached his own ending soon after.
San lied down, flopping onto his back, watching his belly expand and eliminate the view of anything past it feeling himself grow harder again. Hongjoong admired the sight while he lied down next to him, rubbing his belly to help the younger digest after both the food and the pleasure that had just run through him.
A single question filled the air.
"Hyung, what if I put on weight intentionally?"
Insatiable for more was a good way to describe him but he liked himself getting this fat... and it would only get better if he did it on purpose.
hello i love your fics and neeeeeed!! more yeonjun wg in the world; maybe a freshman 15 (or more ;) ) wg? where yeonjun takes a break from dance classes for a semester or the summer and doesn’t focus on his diet, does even notice anything has changed until his pants are weirdly getting tighter and tighter, maybe eventually he goes back to dance classes kilos heavier and is surprised when he can feel.. his belly? jiggling? that he’s never felt before.. and everyone is noticing their ace has gained some weight
i've been cooking this one quietly because i always love to write yeonjun gaining,,, when he's been my number one ult for like three years. that's usually why i throw him down the gain train for all the txt fics SDFJSDF
so i've been excited for this request and i hope you enjoy it hehe (i'm also lowkey yeonbin trash so don't be surprised if they're the only pair i write for him sDFJSDF)
also an apology because holy shit i kind of go off on a tangent before filling this request properly SDFJSDF
Honeymoon Weight
This is a feederism fic and features weight gain, breaking of clothes, unintentional weight gain, and smut. Don't like, don't read.
It was pretty commonplace to receive flowers following a dance recital. When someone had worked their way to the top of the dance team and become the de facto leader as well as ace, most of the flowers were praises for a semester of hard work and just people who had fell for the way that he performed on stage.
His solo on stage had taken the more sensual route so flowers were expected... but what he didn't expect was a single extravagant bouquet from one person. One man who looked like his face was about to explode in flames.
Although, he was fairly certain that he didn't look all that different, covering his face with his hand as he looked away shyly.
"Oh my god, Soobin hyung actually did it." Yeonjun looked at Kai rather flustered who awkwardly started whistling and looking anywhere but their little scene. He could feel the dance team behind him, giggling about it.
"I don't think I've seen Yeonjun oppa that red and we've had some pretty intensive practices this semester."
"Oh, is that the hyung that always comes to pick him up after rehearsals? I thought they were dating."
"Finally. Do you know how long that Yeonjun hyung-" Yeonjun's head turned back to shoot a glare at Beomgyu specifically who put his hands up defensively, an indicator he'd stop talking as he smiled. The little brat seemed to enjoy pointing at Soobin.
Which was fair. Yeonjun hadn't said anything as he looked at the taller man.
"Ah, Soobinnie... thank you so much. I thought you weren't..." They had discussed it earlier. Soobin said he might miss the recital because he had an exam to study for and it was one of the many traits that he loved about the younger man. Even if he was disappointed, he would miss the performance.
He had been so invested he didn't see Soobin enter midway through the performance and he probably would have stumbled on stage seeing that large of a bouquet.
"Hyung, I wouldn't miss it for the world." The coos from behind him were ignored as he felt his face flush a little deeper, "I really like watching you dance... but I also just like you in general."
Yeonjun laughed, the smile splitting his face as he covered it with his hands, "Ah, wait a minute. You can't just ambush me with that after this long." Although, the hands that snaked around his waist and feeling the bump of Soobin's belly pressing against his thin waist made him feel weak.
"I'm serious, hyung. I like you." Yeonjun looked at him in the eyes, seeing the serious intent as his mouth opened, slightly agape before he cupped his cheek with the now free hand and pulled him into a tender kiss.
The choice to ignoring the hollering behind him was strong until Beomgyu told them to get a room and then he was ambushed by the new happy couple.
-
For the first time in his four years at college, he never really took the summer off for the dance team. But, there was a lot of work to be done. Mostly rearranging his apartment with Soobin. Considering the two of them lived together prior to becoming a couple, they wanted to organize it to suit them better now that they were a couple.
Originally, Yeonjun planned to manage both but the conversation was pretty present on his memory. "Hyung~" The sound of Soobin whining filled their space as Yeonjun washed the dishes from their meal. "You can trust your team to be fine while you rearrange everything..."
Drying his hands, the older man walked over, sliding rather naturally onto Soobin's lap, the plush thighs providing a comfy space as his hands cupped his lover's soft cheeks as he was pouting at Yeonjun. A small kiss to him as he looked rather pleased, "Do you want me to take a break that badly? This is going to be my last summer with them... and we're going to have a lot of summers together in the future."
He enjoyed seeing the way that Soobin smiled at the comment before he added, "Well... you're right about both of those but no one is stopping you from helping them after you graduate. But, we only get one first summer together..." Soobin grew a little more shy as he added, his hands resting on Yeonjun's hips, "And... I might have wanted to take you with me when my family goes on a cruise."
Yeonjun's eyes widened. It's not like Soobin's parents didn't know and love him but the family cruise that they went on every year? He usually missed his best friend significantly during that time. "Binnie, are you sure? I know you miss me but I don't want to intrude-"
Soobin looked awkwardly, "They're inviting you... It's not like they didn't know I had a crush on you and they're happy that they can finally get the family of four discount." A laugh come from Yeonjun before he hugged him tighter, hands sinking in a little closer to Soobin's soft body as he felt his lover's hands move to his perky behind.
It'd be a first in terms of not leading his dance team through the summer but Beomgyu should get the hang of it since he was the prospect as the next captain.
The team was rather sad to hear he wasn't going to be helping them for the summer showcase but he promised that he would be there since it was right before classes began again. Beomgyu in particular looked rather excited, "Don't worry, hyung. We're going to do a number that will have you jealous you didn't participate!" The smile from the elder as he ruffled his hair roughly was only widened as cried out for help.
-
Yeonjun lounged around their apartment on the couch as he examined. It didn't take all that long to move everything into place and most of the time that he wasn't at work, he was wondering if he could have just attended the dance practices as usual.
But at the same time, Soobin seemed to have some date planned. He hadn't really pegged the young man as a romantic, but considering they did something almost everyday from the other man's plan, it was hard not to fall deeper in love with him.
The restaurant they first ate out at when Soobin started to attend the same university as him, at home dates where he'd get all of their favourite dishes to share, other date activities like laser tag, mini golf, or just movie nights. They spent a lot more time together considering Yeonjun wasn't spending lots of time in the dance studio these days.
As he walked to Soobin's room, he watched the younger man game before he moved into the space of his chair rather naturally, sitting on his lap. Any creak from the chair was flushed out by the noise of surprise that came from his lover as he smiled. "Was I taking too long? The game is almost done."
Yeonjun shook his head, "I just wanted to sit here." Settling on his thighs, his hands squeezed him teasingly as Soobin sighed into his ear. He saw the mute button pressed in the corner of his monitor as he slid down again, a small whine coming from his boyfriend before he knelt in front of him. "Are you going to stay muted? Don't you have to do call outs or something?" He was getting more familiar with the terms but the kiss on the bulge of his shorts made him twitch as Yeonjun smiled at him.
Soobin looked rather conflicted as he unmuted, sensing the sort of vibe from his boyfriend and began to say some things about what the other team might be doing as he slid down his shorts, the length sort of popping out as Yeonjun glanced at it. Had he gotten smaller? He touched his crotch as Soobin whimpered before apologizing to his friends. It felt softer than it had before. Maybe he'd gotten bigger.
His boyfriend was a victim of the freshman 15 and it was only expedited with how he shamelessly asked his boyfriend for meals during his first year. And Yeonjun was happy to spoil him but he didn't expect him to get bigger. His stomach was already pretty comfortably on his lap but it's not that he didn't mind it. Quite the opposite really. The feeling of his boyfriend's heavier body pressing him into the mattress was one of the highlights of their sex life and he told him in earnest that he didn't need to hold back because he wanted that sort of feeling of being pressed down.
So, knowing he was getting bigger? Yeonjun felt himself twitch in his pants before taking his whole length in his throat. Bobbing back and forth while Soobin tried to talk through it was one of his favourite hobbies when it came to spoiling him. Sinking his hands into plush thighs, he made sure that his lover couldn't move back while he struggled to play.
"Ah, I died!" Soobin seemed to exclaim as Yeonjun smiled before continuing to suck him off, the complaint no longer valid when Soobin knocked his head back, biting his fist to stop from moaning as he struggled to mute himself as he looked at his hyung who continued to service him without a second thought. "Hyung~" The whine was complaining but his gaze was thankful for the act, "That was an important game~"
Yeonjun moved back with a pop, enjoying seeing how his boyfriend shuddered at the sight, "Should I stop then?" Soobin looked at the screen hesitantly while Yeonjun smirked, feeling one hand move to his locks as he moved him closer to his dick again, "N-no. I can do both... please keep going."
He watched Soobin unmute, a little excited with how he seemed to be confident in himself as he moved his hips forward a little, grinding in his spot while Soobin moved forward, the gut hitting his forehead as Yeonjun moaned a bit around his length. Soobin's tone with his friends sounded more out of breath while he continued to suck.
Before long, the game finished as Soobin hurriedly left the call and placed his hands on Yeonjun's face, stroking his cheek. "Hyung, I'm gonna-" It didn't take much longer before he felt his mouth filled as he swallowed it, taking the load perfectly even with the short warning.
They were rather comfortable in their domestic bliss and after Yeonjun brushed his teeth, he asked, "Where did you want to go for dinner today?"
-
Yeonjun collapsed on the bed in a heap as he groaned. He hadn't known that most of the time on cruises, the most that you could do was eat. He wasn't sure if he was looking too hard at him after those cruises before, but now he was sure of it. Soobin usually did get heavier after those sorts of things and it was already showing at how he sort of waddled back to their shared room, almost amused at the state that Yeonjun was in.
"I told you they were good, weren't they?" He looked at his boyfriend's gut which was starting to hang out of the bottom of his shirt. It was hard not to drool but his own stomach didn't seem eager to do anything right now as he sank into the bed.
"Too good. Oh my god, I don't think I can move today." The bed creaked and groaned as Soobin lied down next to him, his gut pressing into his boyfriend before he felt the chubby hands rubbing his stomach as he groaned in relief at the pressure. "Don't stop, Soobinnie. Your hands are like magic..."
A giggle came from his boyfriend as he continued to massage Yeonjun. "Would now be a bad time to tell you that they change their special everyday?" He laughed rather hard seeing his boyfriend snap his head at him.
"We have to go then." The cruise was a month long which meant that he had time to try different things. And that restaurant by far was his favourite.
Soobin's fingers combed through his hair adoringly, "There's still the dessert bar we haven't tried either." He patted Yeonjun's stomach who groaned before he started massaging again.
"If you keep working your hands like that, we can go in an hour or two. It's all-night service, isn't it?"
-
As the cruise made a stop over, Yeonjun was struggling. He had an outfit ready for when they docked but as it turned out, maybe there had been a flaw with the laundry that they were doing because it almost felt like everything was struggling to fit on him.
He felt Soobin come from behind him and press into him. His stomach on his back as Yeonjun looked at him. "I think they messed up my laundry." It invited his boyfriend admiring his figure before he smiled.
"If you're fine with a baggier look, you can just borrow my clothes." It worked out well since Soobin adopted his style since they started living together, so it's not like it was out of his taste anyways. He dressed baggy most of the time anyways, so this was rather comfortable. Plus smelling his boyfriend on the clothes definitely added to his enjoyment of the fact.
"Ah, you're the best, babe. I'll show my thanks later." Yeonjun winked as his boyfriend flushed as if they hadn't done worse at this point.
Although, following this dock, the trend was that Yeonjun just started wearing Soobin's clothes. They both enjoyed how he looked wearing Soobin's clothes and it made them more excited when they got back to the privacy of their room with the way Soobin always seemed to pounce on him. He wasn't ever as lethargic after eating all day like he was on the first week so they were able to do a lot more.
The last night of the cruise specifically stood out. Getting their fill completely and when they made their way back to the room, it was hard to stay off of each other. Yeonjun wearing a button up that completely drowned him since Soobin was a lot bigger than he was as they fell onto the bed.
"Wait, Soobinnie, let me..." He was quieted with a kiss as Soobin stripped, the stretchmarks on his belly an angry red as Yeonjun admired his boyfriend's large figure.
"No, hyung. Let me tonight. You had a lot so I can do more." A chill ran down his spine while he felt Soobin prepare himself, sitting down heavily on Yeonjun's thighs, suffocating in the bed as he guided Soobin closer to kiss him while the sound of him stretching himself out with lube filled the room's sounds.
Despite his boyfriend's own gluttony, he was a lot more mobile compared to Yeonjun who leaned on him while they were leaving the buffet and it showed with how well he rode, almost mirroring the way that Yeonjun was able to do it to him. Grabbing thickened thighs, Yeonjun's head rocked back while his boyfriend's body jiggled with each small movement.
An end to their first summer together with an explosive finish. Yeonjun definitely would have to stick around for the cruise next year.
-
True to his word, the number that Beomgyu organized had him itching to go back into the dance studio and Soobin patted him on the hip as he dropped him off, waving before heading to his classes for the day.
"Welcome back, hyung!" The members of the team seemed rather eager for him to settle, even bringing a cake that they happily snacked on before they began their practice.
Beomgyu in particualr was eyeing him a lot but he didn't really pay it any mind when they began stretching. Simple warm ups to make sure they were ready to dance but the room felt slightly colder as he looked at the rest of his teammates.
Oddly enough, they all sort of avoided eye contact when he looked at them before they switched positions. Halfway through, Yeonjun was a little more aware of the way he felt out of breath. Most of the time, he could lead warm ups just fine so he wasn't sure what was happening today.
While they learned the choreo, the cold feeling never really left before Beomgyu awkwardly scooted closer to him as he whispered, "Uh, hyung. your belly is sort of peeking under your tank top." The words sort of splashed over him like cold water.
He hadn't really ever heard that word directed to him. He knew Soobin was bigger and his gut was something that he'd call a belly but in his mind, he wasn't that size so he had always had an abdomen... until he looked at himself now.
That trim middle that he had when he first got together with his boyfriend was nowhere in sight. Completely exploded with fat, Yeonjun was now suddenly aware of the way the mass jiggled when he tucked it into his tight pants. It seemed that just about every part of him was hit with this sort of weight gain.
The rest of the practice was distracting. Constantly needing to tuck in his mass into his clothes that he was spilling out of. The glances that were following his every jiggle and just how much he'd let go in that honeymoon phase with Soobin.
If Soobin had gained the freshman fifteen and then some, Yeonjun was almost certain he did most of that gain in a fraction of the time. The stretchmarks he had seen in the mirror looked horribly angry in comparison to the ones that he saw while Soobin rode him.
Some of the dancers definitely found it distracting and Beomgyu even squeezed his chest playfully, saying Soobin must have been having a lot of fun before he swatted him away. That made him wonder if Soobin had known about it this whole time... it's not like it made him unattractive because it was just weight but was he enjoying the way Yeonjun was completely unaware of it?
He'd have to put it to the test.
-
It was a little funny to act innocent of it now when they reached the weekend.
He was eating a lot less compared to the summer but Soobin basically made sure to keep him well fed throughout their dinners to make up for it... basically confirming with Yeonjun that he enjoyed the extra padding.
The touches that he didn't really notice before like Soobin fondling his own gut and shaking it, squeezing his plumpened ass and thighs. He was actually pretty bad at making it subtle but it's not like it'd be a secret after tonight.
Wearing old clothes was a choice considering nothing fit anymore and Yeonjun regularly stole Soobin's clothes which were starting to fit comfortably instead of oversized. But, the button ups that had no business being on his frame were what would get Soobin's attention.
They had gone back to their favourite restaurant and the mood seemed to shift as Yeonjun put Soobin's hands on the space between the buttons. "Soobinnie, I think I broke my shirt..." His boyfriend seemed to short circuit, trying to stammer out a response before Yeonjun added, "If you order another plate, I might even break my pants..."
He moved Soobin's hands down the swell of his gut with a smile, feeling the taut button as he watched him exhale shakily before looking at him with hungry eyes.
This was definitely a new layer to their relationship but given how he was getting excited by showing off his own gluttony to his boyfriend, he'd probably just need to adjust the routine. Only Soobin would get the luxury of seeing how he'd jiggle from overexerting himself.
And with the way he ordered two plates of food after he already broke his shirt, this was going to be something he'd need to get used to.
i looooved your other txt ask! how about yeonjun + member of your choice that recently started dating and both start to plump up with relationship weight? one of them gains a bit faster than the other, and gets a bunch of casual comments from their mutal friends like “jeez, what has [member] been feeding you??” or “huh, you’ve been getting a bit fat, haven’t you?” but they both get at least a little soft cooking for and feeding each other💞
asks mentioning my ults always end up invading my brain space and causing me to hyperfixate until i end up writing them.. so that's exactly what happened here. i think i'm going to go with beomjun for this one because i do love a good bickering couple and especially when they get softer together...
Ice Cream
This is a feederism fic and features weight gain, mutual gain, breaking of clothes and stuffing. Don't like, don't read.
The key twisted into the lock easily and the sound of two men groaning came through when they finally made it into the space of their apartment. Yeonjun's voice was whiny as he complained, "You didn't need to order extra entrees when we already had that many appetizers!"
Beomgyu rolled his eyes, "I know you're not complaining considering you're the one who ate most of it." He seemed rather proud of himself at that statement, which would have riled up Yeonjun more if he wasn't stuffed to the brim at this very moment.
Flopping onto the couch and knocking his head back, he groaned. "Well, when you're bringing the food to my mouth with your puppy eyes, am I really going to say no? You're lucky you're cute otherwise I would have fought." Beomgyu laughed warmly after sitting next to him, a grunt leaving him as Yeonjun smiles, "Full after all those appetizers and then you had like three desserts. You just wanted to skip the entrees."
He caught the way his boyfriend flushed and nudged him, "You're talking about me feeding you all the entrees meanwhile you made sure I practically licked the plate clean for that brownie we got." Yeonjun caught the way his boyfriend's hand patted his own stomach, beginning the digestion of all the food that he had eaten of his own volition and through Yeonjun's coaxing.
Most nights were like this when they decided to go out anyways. Going to restaurants so that they could spoil the other with food were common and considering they were getting paid on alternate weeks, there was no real rest. Ever since they started dating a couple months prior after meeting through some mutual friends.
It was truly a blissful life. Until the party that they went to this week.
"Hyung, you're starting to get a lot bigger, huh?" Yeonjun's head practically snapped towards Kai, the youngest of their little friend group who covered his mouth, almost like he spilled something that he wasn't supposed to.
Yeonjun approached him, standing in his face, cringing inwardly at the way he didn't notice his thighs rubbing into each other when he walked. "What do you mean bigger?" Even if he needed to ask, he was very much suddenly aware of what the younger meant.
What he didn't expect was Kai's hands to find his belly, protruding over his waistband and pressing the confines of his shirt. "Woah, you're so soft now, hyung! Beomgyu's been good to you, huh?" He caught the way the younger winked but the feeling of hands rubbing his gut was flustering him in a way that he didn't realize.
When someone was as confident in himself as Yeonjun, there were some things that needed to be thrown away to not doubt yourself in specific outfits. That meant being confident in your body no matter what. But, it was almost like this comment made him more aware of the fact that he was practically about to burst out of what he was wearing and it probably looked even more strained after he had eaten a good amount of the snacks that they put out.
He felt the way his gut protruded and made holes in the button up due to them struggling to stay together, explaining why he might have had some difficulty getting the shirt on in the first place and as Kai's fingers poked the chub, he was aware of just how soft he has gotten since the first time he wore an outfit of this style.
Kai waves his hand, finally taking his hands of Yeonjun's fattened stomach before he adds, "You've been plenty good to him too though so I think it just makes you both look cuter!" Yeonjun was going to ask what he means before he curiously looks at his boyfriend and feels his mouth dry up.
That sweet tooth of Beomgyu's certainly was showing its effects, his thighs exploded while he sat on the couch next to Soobin. He was always someone who was on the chubbier side but now next to Beomgyu, most people wouldn't even notice the weight. Kai said they had gotten a little softer but given how Beomgyu's shirt was riding up whenever he got heated from Soobin winning in Mario Kart, he was well aware that they had moved past chubby a while ago.
Seeing Beomgyu celebrate and Soobin play fighting with him, now aware of how much of Beomgyu spills out of his touch and how Soobin's arms press into the flab fairly easily makes his face heat up. He should have probably realized this a lot sooner but they had gotten bigger since getting together.
How many times has his hands rested on Beomgyu's plump hips, pressing into them without realizing how much there was to hold? Is that why he had been squeezing his ass when he walked by more? Now that he was thinking about it, the younger man spilled out of his hands when he squeezed him in such a way.
It'd provide an explanation as to why Beomgyu came up from behind him and rubbed his belly, now realizing why his hands had a lot more room to explore than before as he tried to make sure to rub every part of Yeonjun's gut when he was stuffed.
Kai looked rather proud of mentioning it before Taehyun jabbed him with an elbow to the side, "You're making hyung overthink." Taehyun shot Yeonjun a thoughtful glance as Kai looked at him, worried now and using his doting eyes, "Ah, hyung! I don't mean it like a bad thing! You're both looking so happy it's adorable!"
The warmth on his face was unfortunately not lost on Taehyun who shot him a smirk before he added, "Okay, let's watch something before those two kill themselves over who got last place worse." Sitting next to his boyfriend on the couch, he was more aware of the hand that ended up on his thigh, not able to completely hold it like Beomgyu used to do when they started dating. Leaning against him, it was almost like his moobs acted as a pillow and it was the first time that Yeonjun realized his chest had ballooned to the point that they could be classified as that.
The rest of the night was spent with Yeonjun moving carefully so that he didn't properly burst out of his clothes and Beomgyu still coaxing him to eat more with him unable to say no. Taehyun's eyes ended up on him when he felt like loosening his pants, only adding to the embarrassment that he felt towards this incredibly late realization.
Arriving at their apartment, they stumbled back in a similar fashion how they did most nights as Yeonjun pressed his lips passionately into the younger, unable to hold back from the constant touches the entire night. He hadn't noticed all this excess prior to today and now that he had, it was just another thing to drive him crazy.
Feeling so confident in the weight, he's put on, he presses himself into Beomgyu, leaning against the door, their guts mashing into each other and a burp coming out of the younger, embarrassed due to how stuffed he is. "Sorry," spills out of his lips in a quick breath before they're against each other again, Yeonjun's hands slipping under Beomgyu's sweater to massage his belly only to get more whimpers from him, the pleasure from both the massage and relief from his boyfriend making him melt under his touch.
Whatever happened that night was the best time they ever laid together. Full of attention, love and admiration of the other's softened body. Yeonjun didn't know if he ever have enough fat to classify as anything but skinny before but Beomgyu made to show extra love, squeezing his softened gut, kneading the fat and biting every extra bit of adipose on his thighs.
However, what he didn't expect was the way that they didn't discuss anything. They carried on with their same habits. He noticed that Beomgyu's hands lingered a lot more and explored just about every extra inch of Yeonjun's body and he wasn't going to complain about it.
As Yeonjun boiled about five packs of Buldak for them to share, he felt Beomgyu press into him from behind, hands on his stomach as they slipped into Yeonjun's undershirt, rubbing his boyfriend's belly. It had gotten to the point where it protruded pretty proudly even when not stuff and was currently rumbling at the food that he was currently prepping. Beomgyu's own stomach slotted comfortably into the curve of his back.
"How much longer, hyung? I think we're going to get a noise complaint from the way this won't shut up." He lifts Yeonjun's belly and lets it flop down, causing him to jiggle as he feels himself shiver. He can practically feel Beomgyu's mischievous smile on his back as he turns, pinching the flab on his boyfriend's tummy.
"Yeah, this certainly isn't helping. So, it won't be too long." Yeonjun shakes Beomgyu's stomach for good measure, causing the younger man to yelp before laughing while hugging his boyfriend again. A smile curls at both of their lips before they resume the back hug position so Yeonjun could continue cooking.
The weight they've put on is just showing how comfortable they made each other.
Beomgyu's hands move up to Yeonjun's plump chest as he holds them, voice sounding shaky, "We're not that good with spice so maybe we can have some of the ice cream in the freezer after." Yeonjun's mind remembers how they bought two large tubs and he was already thinking of dessert with the five packs they were cooking. His touch was teasingly slow on Yeonjun's stomach, speaking his thoughts for him. Wondering how big he'd get with all of that food packed in there.
"One for both of us." Yeonjun said it simply and he felt a shaky sigh leave his boyfriend as his hands moved onto Yeonjun's large ass, his own gut hanging on top of it.
If they were this comfortable with each other now, who knew what would happen if they kept goading each other on like this. But, Yeonjun couldn't say he minded it.
Don't know if you're still taking requests, but how about Taehyun trying to bulk up and accidentally taking it too far (with other members happily "helping him" along the way)?
eee i love my little gym rat tyun so ill be happy to do this one... don't say damn when i shoehorn another member being fat in the background (if you know me, you know exactly who its gonna be and ignore the tags if you wanna be surprised)
Maximum Gains
This is a feederism fic and features weight gain and unintentional weight gain. Don't like, don't read.
The tape measure wrapped around the younger man's bicep before Beomgyu spoke, "Sorry, Taehyun. The measurement is the exact same as last month." He seemed to deflate at the older member's words, "It's fine. Maybe you're just in a plateau for the time being! It happens to most people and it's not like you're that small to begin with!" Beomgyu squeezed the hard muscle and found himself in awe slightly at the strong bicep of the younger man before he removed the tape measure.
Soobin peeked his head in the room, "Everything alright?" Beomgyu stuck his tongue out for a moment, just instigating slightly before he gestured to Taehyun who looked a little upset at the concept of not being able to be in a newer shape for their next tour. Everyone already knew him as the member with the nice arms so he wanted to go all out and try to work out even harder...
But as it turned out, getting even more muscle was rather hard. "Ah, this is frustrating." He breathed out rather exasperated which stopped Soobin and Beomgyu's bickering in the background as he sighed.
"I mean... have you tried bulking? We don't really have a comeback near and since we're just going on tour, the staff would probably let you get away with it if anything." Soobin was squeezing Beomgyu's cheeks who was furiously slapping his arm to get him to let go as he thought for a moment. "Now's the best time to try and if anything, we can just sneak you what you need to help you out." A good leader always went out of their way to help the members before the company so the sentiment made Taehyun's eyes sparkle slightly.
"Really?" He looked at Soobin who nodded rather simply and Beomgyu who shot him a thumbs up before continuing to pester Soobin to release him from his wrath. Taehyun was rather used to tuning it out as he stepped out, preparing to take a phone call with their manager so the request could get processed quickly.
With the idea firmly planted, it was stated that they'd allow him to do whatever they wanted with his physique while they were on tour but after, they'd see the reception and work from there. With that came the start of his bulking journey.
But, as he finished some of the food that he prepared to eat, he felt rather out of breath by the end of the night, belly slightly protruding as he rubbed it tenderly. This... was going to be a lot more than he thought. Kai approached with a smile, rubbing his tummy as he cooed, "Taehyunie hyung, you overdid it today, didn't you?"
He opened his mouth to reply but a slight nudge onto his tummy made him belch as he felt himself groan. "The company didn't give me much time to properly do this, so I feel like I need to rush." Although, the rubs that Kai usually gave felt a lot more soothing now compared to before. He closed his eyes as he felt the hands massaging him more while sighing.
"It's okay. You're going to do fine and who knows? It'll probably get easier the more you do it." It was easy to relax with the younger man massaging him before he closed his eyes, falling into a dreamless sleep.
Taehyun woke up to the smell of butter in the apartment as he saw Kai cooking at the stove. The other members were eating pancakes in the kitchen as he was greeted with that sunshine bright smile he had grown to adore. "Ah, good morning, hyung. Here's some pancakes for you!" The chocolate chips seemed to be oozing as he licked his lips.
He wasn't really aware of the members scheming to help his gains. The protein was mixed into the pancakes as well as an appetite stimulant and more specifically, it was only really in Taehyun's batch. But, if he believed that he was doing it rather simply on his own, maybe it'd motivate him to do it more on his own.
While he began to eat, Yeonjun slid in the seat next to him, his own fresh stack of pancakes on his plate as he handed Taehyun a glass, "Oi, Taehyunie, try this milkshake that I made. It's really good." Drinking from the straw that Yeonjun offered, his eyes brightened at the chocolate flavour.
"Hyung, can you make me some? That's really good." The older seemed to beam at the request. His milkshake was something comprised of heavy cream and the same supplements that were in Kai's pancakes so by the end of breakfast, the young man was comfortably full. It was to the point where he skipped his gym session today but that was just how things played out honestly. Bulking meant that he needed to focus on eating so that he had more mass to convert to muscle.
For this reason, he found himself unable to say no when Soobin and Beomgyu took him out for food. Unfortunately, the two were horribly unplanned and it resulted in Taehyun eating double portions of just about everything at each meal, coming home bloated and receiving those same belly rubs from Kai until the next day repeated itself.
After a couple of weeks, the four members looked down at their groupmate, completely passed out from his food coma after his biggest eating day yet. The chair he lounged in seemed to have a permanent indent from where he was sitting and it was hard to see the chair underneath his figure. His gut sat heavily on his frame and stood out from the sheer amount of food that he ate. Gone were the defined pecs that stood out in his shirt and the moobs that took their place made it nearly impossible for his shirt to ever even cover his massive body again. The arms that were once known all over the fandom had exploded with fat, retaining the muscle underneath the layers of fat that he'd packed on and the shorts on his legs were about to bust open with the fat that accumulated in his thunder thighs and ass.
"Ah, you guys overdid it." Beomgyu spoke rather plainly, pointing the blame on everyone else despite his frequent takeouts with him ending up in Taehyun's overfed body.
"Us? You could have at least had more to eat with him! I saw those pictures on social media, you practically were feeding him in public on those meals." Soobin stated exasperated. His own cheeks were looking slightly rounder and his clothes were a little more filled out than before, ass severely filling the space of his pants as he glared at Beomgyu.
"It's fine. At the very least, management won't only get mad at him for getting this big... who knows, maybe MOA will like this more than him being muscly." Kai's comment was clearing the air but also jabbing at the hyung who tried to pull his shirt underneath his gut, clearly a victim of his own attempts to help the younger member bulk. Beomgyu seemed to be sneaking around to Yeonjun, body easily hidden by the eldest's newfound girth.
"H-hey, if I just made him those shakes by himself, he would have gotten suspicious... and it's not that much, is it?" Judging by how his shirts couldn't get over his belly and he couldn't even button his shorts, there was more than one victim in this bulking scenario and Beomgyu lifted Yeonjun's gut and dropped it, letting it jiggle before the older member pushed him, using his widened figure to knock him off balance onto the couch next to Taehyun, who didn't even stir as Beomgyu rested on his pillowy chest.
"Trust me, I think MOA are gonna love it... we still have a week till we fly to the US... let's see how much more we can do." The encouraging energy of the other members seemed to be enough to make all of them agree. Besides, Taehyun didn't seem to mind the weight, always absent mindedly rubbing his tummy or stuffing his face... so he was leaning into it as much as they were.
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.
