#kpopfeedism

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I've had this prompt in my head for weeks that I really want to write!

Imagine Hyunjin working in this nightclub for months to pay for his studies where he gets paid to dance and show off his body, but he can't save enough money and he's getting more and more desperate. Even though he enjoys his job and also enjoys being seen and praised, he really needs more money. Then his colleague Jisung admits to him that there is a second floor in the bar where he could make more money.

Out of curiosity, Hyunjin decides to go there and discovers a room with people who pay to feed others and sees people who are fatter than he has ever seen before. Hyunjin is surprised at first, until a man named Seungmin approaches him and starts looking at him and teasing him, admitting that he wants to see him get fat. Hyunjin is hesitant at first, but ends up signing a contract with Seungmin to be his feedee for three months and begins to enter this world and see his body change and enjoy it.

Three months later, Hyunjin is bigger than he has ever been and totally addicted to Seungmin and food, but the contract ends and he is now too big to return to his job as a dancer and has only one choice: to go back to the second floor to be fed by others.

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Hi everyone !

New fic tomorrow : Hyunnie-Binnie 🤫

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helllooooooo

A new fic is UP

Han Jisung/Kim Seungmin 💕

I really hope you’ll like it !

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

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Hi everyone !

Just to say that a new fic is up ! I hope you’ll like it 💜

Have a nice day

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

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Hiii 💜

It’s been a long time since I posted here, but as today his a special day for my friend @cutiedwaekki, I supposed it would be nice to post something !

I hope you enjoy 💜

Balloons and Birthdays

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It had been a while since Minho had hoped to fall in love again. First, because for him, loving was too painful. He had suffered too much in his past relationships and could no longer bear the way men had treated him. Being gay was already challenging enough, but being gay in Korea seemed even more complicated in his eyes. When he realized that he would never fit into the mold society had set for him, Minho gave up on the idea of finding love or ever meeting someone who would complete him. Instead, he focused on other things that had become more important in his life, like his friends, who meant a great deal to him, and his cats, who were the most important to him. He also loved his work, and after opening his own café in Seoul, he found happiness in the routine he followed every day.

That morning, as he was woken up by his cats climbing on him, Minho wrapped himself in his blanket to sleep a bit more. Soon after, his alarm went off, which he snoozed several times to enjoy his morning longer—until he heard his phone ringing and let out a groan before grabbing it to answer.

“What?” he asked groggily, his voice still rough, and he heard Hyunjin laughing on the other end of the line.

“Still sleeping? Just a reminder, it’s Jisung’s birthday, and you promised him an amazing cake!” Hyunjin said, and Minho rolled his eyes.

“You should spoil your boyfriend a bit less, or he’ll end up chubbier than me!” Minho replied as he got out of bed to make himself breakfast, his cats following as usual.

“He’ll look even more adorable to me then. But seriously, everything will be ready for tonight at the café, right?” Hyunjin asked, his voice almost trembling, and Minho understood that he was still nervous about messing things up.

“The café is ready, it’s reserved just for him, everything’s fine. Come when you’re ready. Felix said he’d come to help me with Chan. Dress up nicely, and we’ll be waiting for you,” he replied, trying to reassure him as he started preparing his cats’ food.

“Thank you, Min… Oh, and Jisung invited his friend Changbin to come; they’re working together now,” Hyunjin added, sounding more relaxed.

“Don’t worry about it; there’s more than enough food,” Minho said with a laugh, and Hyunjin laughed too before hanging up. Minho sat in his kitchen, having his breakfast while his cats ate alongside him.

Today was a special day. Normally, on Sundays, he opened the café later and enjoyed a slower morning. But since it was Jisung’s birthday, he had decided to reserve it for the celebration with his friends. Last year, Hyunjin had tried to find a place Jisung would love, but they had all ended up in their apartment with not enough food or space to dance or sit, leaving Hyunjin regretting it and promising Jisung to do better the following year—a promise he was now fulfilling. Minho got up and went to the bathroom to get ready. As he brushed his teeth, he looked at himself in the mirror and let out a small sigh. Even though it had been a joke on the phone, he’d noticed that, over the years of being single, his body had changed; he’d aged, and the pounds had piled on too easily, especially working near pastries. He stepped into the shower, running his hands over his body, feeling the curves that had recently formed—his slight love handles, his thicker thighs and hips, and the way his belly jiggled slightly when he walked. However, despite these changes, Minho had never questioned his body and liked the fact that he embraced this new side of himself. After all, he was the only one who truly loved him.

The morning passed faster than he had expected, and when he arrived at the café, he began setting up the tables and creating a space for dancing, adding the decorations Hyunjin had given him the night before. Minho had suggested setting up the decorations while Hyunjin took Jisung shopping for the day so they could spend some time together. Minho hung large “27” balloons on the wall and smiled as he thought about his own age, grimacing slightly. He then heard the café door open and turned to see Felix, who was making faces while listening to Chan talk.

“You’re wrong; Jisung definitely prefers chocolate cakes,” Felix said, rolling his eyes, and Chan frowned.

“We all know he loves cheesecakes; you can’t go wrong with that, Lixie,” Minho smiled as he watched them approach before Felix asked him to settle the matter.

“We have chocolate cheesecakes, and I made a chocolate cake. Jisung prefers anything with chocolate, but what I think he’d like best is for you two to stop arguing and help me with these decorations,” he said, pointing to the remaining decorations, and Felix grimaced before getting to work. Minho let them handle it and went to the back to check on the cakes and ensure the food was ready. He pulled out the boxes he had prepared the day before, setting them up on the tables and starting to arrange the buffet in his own quiet way, until the sound of the door opening caught his attention again, and he looked up to see a man he had never met before. Felix bounded over to him and gave him a hug before leading him over to Minho. Minho felt himself blushing without knowing why as he looked at him. His dark, curly hair fell over his forehead, and his round cheeks gave him a youthful appearance. He was shorter than Felix, with a round belly, and Minho swallowed as they stopped in front of him.

“This is Changbin, Jisung’s friend. He’s here to help us—hope that’s okay?” Felix asked with an angelic smile.

“N-no… of course not. Nice to meet you, I’m Minho,” he said, blushing and bowing slightly.

“I know,” Changbin replied with a smile before Chan called him over. Minho watched him go, replaying his words in his mind.

He knew? How did he know? Had Jisung mentioned him? Maybe Felix had told him who he was, or… Minho felt his cheeks grow even warmer and shook his head, returning to the buffet setup. He took a deep breath, trying to appear relaxed even though Changbin’s presence made him strangely want to keep looking at him and walk over to him. But he regained his focus and finished his preparations.

The day continued in much the same way, with Seungmin and Jeongin eventually joining to help Minho finish the setup, while Seungmin teased him a bit about his weight gain, as he usually did. When the sun began to set, they turned on the decorations and waited for Hyunjin to arrive with Jisung. Minho had gone back to the kitchen to get the drinks from the fridge when Changbin joined him, and he stopped suddenly in surprise at seeing him there, blushing again as Changbin helped him carry the bottles.

“It’s amazing what you’re doing for Jisung; he’s lucky to have friends like you,” Changbin said, setting down the bottles Minho had been holding on the table. Minho felt the warmth of Changbin’s hand on his own and blushed again.

“Uh…yeah, we’re just doing our best, but Hyunjin deserves most of the thanks,” Minho said, looking away.

“It’s not Hyunjin who made all this food,” Changbin said with a smile.

“Trust me, he’s put more effort into today than any of us to make sure Jisung has the best day of his life… By the way, earlier, you said you knew who I was… how?” Minho asked, biting his lip.

“Jisung showed me photos of his friends, and I never forget a beautiful face,” Changbin said, taking the bottles and leaving the kitchen. Minho froze for a moment, speechless, his heart pounding. He felt his lungs fill, and he quickly ran his hands under cold water to cool down before going back into the main room, where he saw Jisung and Hyunjin arriving just as everyone shouted SURPRISE! Jisung looked at them all in shock before turning to Minho and lightly tapping his shoulder.

“Why are you perfect?” Jisung asked, pouting before starting to cry, and Minho laughed as he watched him. Hyunjin wrapped Jisung in a hug, and everyone stepped forward to wish him a happy birthday, each taking turns embracing him.

“You guys are silly… I wasn’t expecting this…” Jisung said, pouting again as Seungmin raised his eyebrows.

“You’re the one who invited me, aren’t you?” he asked, and Jisung rolled his eyes.

“Let me pretend it’s a surprise party! You’re no fun, Kim Seungmin. Besides, I definitely didn’t expect you to put balloons with my face on them!” Jisung pointed at the balloons behind them, and Jeongin beamed with pride at his idea.

After Jisung finished thanking everyone, they turned on the music and began enjoying the party. The evening went by quickly, with plenty of food and drinks to keep everyone happy—some gathering by the buffet or the bar, others dancing or sitting and chatting, just like Minho was doing with Hyunjin. However, despite Hyunjin’s words of gratitude for all he had done, Minho couldn’t take his eyes off Changbin. His gaze lingered on Changbin’s round belly pushing against his shirt, his thick thighs rubbing together as he danced, the way his double chin appeared when he smiled, and the way he ate what Minho had prepared with such enjoyment, making little noises of satisfaction as he chewed. Minho swallowed, snapping back to reality as he noticed Hyunjin watching him and following his gaze to Changbin.

“You like him, don’t you?” Hyunjin asked suddenly. Minho froze for a moment; Hyunjin might not be the smartest of his friends, but he was definitely the most perceptive.

“What? No… We barely know each other,” Minho said, shaking his head.

“Not knowing someone has never stopped you from going further,” Hyunjin said with a smile, and Minho recalled just how confident he could be when he went out clubbing to meet people for one-night stands. He nodded, grabbed a shot glass, filled it, clinked it with Hyunjin’s, and downed it in one go. Standing up, he walked over to Changbin, slid an arm around his waist, and pulled him closer to dance. Changbin let himself be drawn in, smiling as he wrapped his arms around Minho. Minho led him to the dance floor, where they started moving their bodies slowly against each other, keeping their lips just a few centimeters apart, almost daring themselves not to kiss. But then Changbin closed the gap, pressing his lips to Minho’s. Minho didn’t hesitate, capturing Changbin’s lips in his own and starting to devour him tenderly, tasting a mix of alcohol and the pastries Changbin must have eaten just before. His lips were surprisingly soft, his body plush, and Minho’s hand wandered over his curves, reaching up to his soft cheeks. He drew Changbin even closer, losing himself in their kiss, and without realizing how, or understanding why, when he opened his eyes again, he felt a headache pounding. He sat up with difficulty in his bed as Soonie jumped onto him.

Minho frowned, rubbing his face with his hand as he tried to replay the night’s events in his head. When he felt something shift next to him, he was surprised to see Changbin sleeping shirtless beside him. Suddenly, memories flooded back—the party, the kiss, the alcohol, more kisses, then returning to his place, their night together, Changbin’s body pressed against his, the passion. It all hit him like a bomb, and he started to panic until Changbin stirred, moving closer and resting his head on Minho’s legs, wrapping his arms around him.

“You’re not leaving, right?” he asked, still half-asleep, and Minho smiled tenderly, running a hand over his back.

“Don’t you want breakfast?” Minho asked softly, keeping his voice low.

“Dating a baker means I’ll just get fatter, doesn’t it?” Changbin said, opening his eyes, and Minho laughed.

“Probably,” Minho replied, pressing his lips to Changbin’s before getting up, slipping on his pajamas, and heading to the kitchen, making sure to fill his cats’ bowls on the way.

He could hardly believe it—it was the first time in months that a man had stayed over, and this one felt oddly perfect. He’d been gentle with him, kind, and he trusted Jisung’s knack for meeting the right people, unlike himself. Minho started preparing pancakes so they could have breakfast together, and as he flipped a pancake, he felt arms wrapping around him from behind, a soft belly pressing against his back. Smiling, he turned to see Changbin.

“Did you sleep well?” Minho asked, running a hand through Changbin’s hair to see his face.

“It was one of the best nights I’ve ever had.” Minho blushed, turning back to the stove to focus on breakfast.

“Go ahead and sit down; I’m almost done.” Changbin took a seat, and Dori hopped onto his lap, rubbing against him, surprising Minho—she was usually shy with strangers. Smiling, he watched as Changbin petted the cat. Minho placed a plate filled with pancakes in front of Changbin, along with another plate on the chair across from him, and set out all kinds of toppings so he could choose what he liked best. Sitting down across from him, Minho watched as Changbin started to eat, letting out a soft moan that filled Minho with a strange warmth.

“You’re really talented, you know… damn… that’s really good,” Changbin said as he kept eating his pancakes, covered in whipped cream, chocolate, and caramel.

“Well, I’m good at my job then,” Minho replied, smiling.

“Is it bad if I say I want to eat your food forever?” Changbin asked timidly.

“Is it bad if I want to feed you forever?” Minho asked, smiling, and this time, it was Changbin who blushed before shaking his head and going back to his food.

Minho smiled, too, understanding that while this meeting might have been fast and impulsive, he couldn’t hide what he felt inside and the chemistry that had settled so naturally between them, as simple as breathing. Talking with Changbin felt natural, and his body craved the closeness. Minho got up and moved his chair next to Changbin’s, resting his head on his shoulder and running his hand over his soft belly.

“You look so perfect… I love your body,” Minho murmured, pressing his face into Changbin’s neck, leaving kisses there.

“You’re making me horny while I’m eating? You’re playing a dangerous game,” Changbin said, turning his face toward him and capturing his lips in a kiss. Minho kept caressing Changbin’s belly, holding it in his hands and gently massaging it, a small smile on his lips. “Let me help you, too,” Changbin said, taking a spoonful and feeding it to Minho, who ate it with a smile. Changbin’s hands moved to Minho’s belly as well, and Minho blushed, realizing he was no longer used to someone seeing his body without the filter of alcohol. Yet Changbin looked at him hungrily, caressing him tenderly. Minho let him, letting out a soft moan, feeling his cheeks heat up.

“Oh, so you like it too?” Changbin teased with a small smile, and Minho nodded gently, taking a bite of cake that Changbin held in his hands. He ran his tongue slowly over Changbin’s fingers, and Changbin leaned in, pressing his lips to Minho’s, mixing his breath with his own. Just as he finished his bite, Changbin’s tongue slipped into his mouth, and Minho surrendered entirely, diving into this moment of pleasure and tenderness that he shared with Changbin. He knew he wouldn’t be letting him go anytime soon and was ready to dive into this new world with him.

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Minho entered the kitchen, slipping his hands around Changbin’s back to pull him close, feeling his soft body press against his, with their cats weaving around their legs and meowing, asking for their share of food too.

“Cooking for me? What’s the occasion?” Minho asked, kissing his cheek softly.

“Who said it’s for you?” Changbin replied, turning toward him with a laugh, and Minho smiled.

“Oh, I know you’re a big boy; you need to keep eating well,” Minho teased, running his hands over Changbin’s belly, now the largest part of his body and, according to Minho, the most enjoyable to touch.

“You’re growing too, babe… wasn’t it you who just split another pair of pants?” Changbin teased back, and Minho rolled his eyes.

“Whatever, what are you making?” he asked, looking over the pots and pans in front of him.

“I wanted to do something nice for you. You’ve been taking good care of me lately, and I’ll admit, the idea of feeding you all evening isn’t exactly unappealing to me either,” Changbin replied, blushing, and Minho smiled.

“Then I’ll let you feed me. After all, I still have a long way to go if I want to catch up with you.”

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Hi ~ it's me again ♡

I'm back with another idea since we talk about it hehe

How about a nice and cute summer fic with our favorite boy changbin 🤭

Just imagine : skz as a fraternkty getting invited to a pool party during summer break and everyone is surprised by changbin weight gain since he go from a pretty fit figure to a verry chubny one and he does seems in denial !

now visualize this scene: changbin falls into the swimming pool, his white t-shirt becomes wet, becoming transparent, leaving everyone with a view of his round and chubby body, much to the delight of his friends who greatly like the view (+ the others scenes we talked about 👀)

Ps : that initialy came from a dream i did 😭

Anyway take your time i love your fics my friend ♡

of course I can write this for you 💜

and I hope you’ll like it, i made some small modifications but I’ll like that !

Enjoy 💜

Pool Party Day

Seungmin had spent the best year of his life, in fact, he didn’t really know if it had been the best, but since he had put his things down in the university dorms, and more specifically in the SKZ Fraternity, he had never been so happy. Whether at the university, during classes, or outside, Seungmin felt like his year had passed in a few seconds, especially since he had made the best friends he could have never suspected meeting. Chan, Changbin, Minho, Hyunjin, Jisung, Felix, and Jeongin had joined the fraternity at the same time as him, which had strengthened their bond, especially with Felix since they had shared the same room during this year. One might think that he was sad and angry that this year was over, but something even better was about to take place, the fraternity’s annual pool party. Seungmin was just so excited about that that he was planning everything and couldn’t stop talking about it whenever the opportunity arose.

In fact, he was so excited that he had even spent his last few days going to the gym with Chan to prepare his body for this party. It must be said that with classes and exams, he hadn’t really been able to take care of himself, but he secretly hoped that his efforts would show and that he could potentially seduce the boy he liked. He wasn’t particularly superficial, but the way he thought about taking care of himself and getting handsome boosted his confidence.

That’s how he spent his last days, and finally, the big day arrived. He could hear the noises in the house and the music through the window, which meant the party had already started. Seungmin looked at himself in the mirror, fixed his hair, and adjusted his swimsuit properly before deciding that it wasn’t necessary to wear a t-shirt in this heat. He then took a deep breath, and finally, he left his room. As he closed the door, he ran into Jisung, who was also coming out of his room with a towel around his shoulders. Jisung approached Seungmin, smiling before lowering his eyes to his body.

“Well, I see you’ve made yourself look good for today. Come on, tell me! What’s got you so excited about a party like this?” Seungmin started blushing and looked away.

“Nothing...it’s our last party before we all go on vacation, so we might as well celebrate it properly, right?” said Seungmin, trying to convince himself.

“If you say so...come on, before the others get to the pool. Minho told me he would push me in, so I might as well get wet first!” said Jisung, starting to walk towards the stairs.

Seungmin started laughing and followed him, keeping his smile because nothing could ruin this beautiful summer day. Seungmin then opened the garden door, and as he stepped outside, he saw his friends around the buffet, chatting, while others were already dancing at the music. The garden was lively with the music that echoed almost through the neighborhood, and finally, Seungmin’s eyes landed on him, but he was slightly surprised, and his breath caught.

“Fuck…” he said under his breath, and Jisung didn’t notice, running towards Minho, who was standing at the edge of the pool, to start turning around him and teasing him about pushing him in the pool.

Yet Seungmin couldn’t move, his eyes were completely absorbed by Changbin. Since when had he gained so much weight ? When his belly started to cover his waist ? Since when did his chest droop and form a larger chest than some women ? Seungmin looked at his wide thighs rubbing against each other, the rolls of flesh on his back accumulating with every movement, and his heavy arms struggling to lift the food to his mouth. His hands were thick and pudgy, and his feet, too, were large and swollen. But above all, his protruding belly hung low, nearly covering his pelvis and causing his swimsuit to appear almost comically ill-fitting. His belly had a soft, sagging quality to it, with noticeable folds that jiggled with every step. Despite his efforts, Seungmin wondered what the underside of his underwear looked like, with its deep creases and the way it dug into his flesh, highlighting his body's bulk. Seungmin stood there, speechless, yet his whole body was boiling so much that even the cool water of the pool couldn’t have cooled him down.

Let me take you back a few months before. When Seungmin arrived at the fraternity, he immediately fell under Changbin’s charm. He behaved like an older brother to the others, supporting them all when they arrived, and helping them adapt to university life, as he was already in his second year. Seungmin and he had grown closer, but nothing more had happened between them. But as the months went by, Seungmin noticed that Changbin was spending more and more time working on his classes and less time going to the gym, and that he had found a job on the side in a neighborhood fast-food place, which also allowed him not to have to pay for his meals there. This had increased his consumption of fatty food, and Changbin had started to gain weight, but none of his friends had really noticed. After all, it wasn’t their bodies, and they had nothing to say. But the more months passed, the more Changbin’s appetite grew, and the weaker Seungmin became in his presence, watching him fill his belly and seeing his cheeks full when he ate, watching him gently massage his belly after a big meal, or simply watching him made Seungmin completely shy to be by his side, and maybe a little too excited.

That’s how, in a year, his first university crush transformed and became even more incredible in his eyes, which he hadn’t looked away from him since he stepped foot at this pool party. Hyunjin then arrived by his side and hugged him.

“I’m going to miss you so much, Seungmin. You’re coming back here next year, right?” he said, looking him straight in the eyes, and Seungmin smiled.

“Of course I am, who do you think is going to help you grade papers?” said Seungmin, teasing him slightly.

Hyunjin pouted slightly before starting to laugh and asking Seungmin questions about his vacation. They chatted quietly when Jisung started shouting that the last one in the water would have to do the dishes. Hyunjin then rushed towards the pool, running, leaving Seungmin rather surprised by his friends’ reaction as they all hurried to run towards the pool, but Seungmin didn’t move. His gaze simply turned towards Changbin, who also started running, or rather trying to run. Seungmin’s eyes focused on his belly that wobbled each time his foot hit the ground, and it was the same for his arms and thighs, even his double chin jiggled when he “ran” at that pace. Changbin then positioned himself above the pool and jumped in. Seungmin watched him, not wanting to miss any of the spectacle, and saw the water splashing all around the pool, and he even felt droplets hit his body. Changbin then resurfaced as the pool was still swirling from the movement of the water under his weight. The others acted as if nothing had happened, and they all started playing in the pool, and Seungmin didn’t notice Felix slipping beside him.

“Impressive?” he said, looking at Seungmin, who turned his head towards him, surprised.

“Wh-what?” he said, feeling his heart race and his cheeks turning red.

“Changbin...you’re not the only one who’s noticed his recent changes...oh, don’t worry, I’m not going to steal him from you. I can see how you’ve been looking at him since the beginning of the year...”

“Felix no...it’s not that...I…” Felix then started laughing.

“Stop reacting like that, you’re too cute when you act like nothing’s happening. Anyway, I’m going for a swim, so...enjoy doing the dishes!” said Felix, laughing and leaving him to realize that he was indeed the last one in the pool. Seungmin then sighed and dipped his legs in the water, sitting by the edge and watching the others play in the water when he felt a weight on his legs and saw Changbin holding onto his legs while keeping his body in the water.

“Are you having a good day? You were so excited about today,” said Changbin, holding onto him.

“The best day, yes, I’m going to miss you all,” said Seungmin, blushing.

“We’ll see each other in a few weeks, and then, why aren’t you swimming? Don’t you want to enjoy it a bit? Come on, please,” asked Changbin, curious to see him staying on the sidelines.

“If you insist like that, I can’t refuse you, Binnie.”

Seungmin then slid into the pool and found himself facing Changbin, shirtless, his fat shaking with the movement of the water and his wet hair highlighting his chubby face. Changbin then pulled him into the water, swimming, and he let himself be led, following him by kicking his feet. Jisung then pushed him to clear the middle of the pool to start a race. Seungmin then found himself against Changbin’s chest, feeling each of his rolls against him, and he couldn’t help but blush. He then moved aside and clung to the edge, watching the others swim in the pool as if it wasn’t obvious that Chan was going to win.

“You look cute today by the way…” hearing Changbin’s words beside him, Seungmin couldn’t help but freeze, almost hearing his heart beating despite the commotion. He then turned his face towards his friend, trying not to seem unsettled.

“Thank...you look...very good...too…” he said, trying to sound natural.

“Don’t worry, you don’t have to return the compliment...I was stressed about today...I wasn’t like that last year and I notice how you keep looking at my belly...but...I guess I can’t really stop it now,” Seungmin’s heart was about to burst, and he couldn’t think straight when he heard that Changbin actually noticed that he was looking at him.

“No...you don’t have to change! I would never judge you, never! I...sorry if I gave you that impression...actually, it’s quite the opposite?”

“The opposite?” asked Changbin surprised

"I couldn’t…take my eyes off you…you’re so perfect that…I can’t…stop thinking about you…" Seungmin noticed Changbin's cheeks turning red and the way he adorably looked away, biting his lips.

"Well…you’re not the only one…" Seungmin felt himself falling apart, and if their friends hadn’t called them back to the terrace for dinner, he might have just let himself sink into the pool, his legs were shaking that much.

Seungmin then turned around in the pool, noticing there wasn’t a ladder. He furrowed his brow, realizing they must have forgotten that detail when organizing the party. The others didn’t really pay attention and climbed out by pushing themselves up with their arms. Seungmin’s heart started to race as he watched Changbin head towards the edge. He began to push up on his arms, but the gap between the water and the edge was bigger than expected. Also, since the fraternity had once been the university’s swimming club, the pool didn’t have a shallow end. Seungmin noticed Changbin struggling to pull himself up and moved closer to him. Changbin's arms flexed with effort, his brows furrowed in concentration, but there was a noticeable struggle. His movements were slow, labored attempts, his muscles strained, but his body didn’t cooperate the way it usually did. There was no denying it, Changbin’s usually toned physique had softened a bit, making this simple task a lot harder than it should have been.

"Do you need help?" Seungmin asked shyly, not wanting to be rude.

"I…yes…please…" Changbin said, letting out a little groan of frustration. He used to be so muscular and fit, and now he couldn’t even lift himself from a pool.

"Guys…" he said loudly, and the others turned to look at him. "Can you help me? It’s hard to get out of the pool for…some of us…" Seungmin said, trying to be nice.

"Oh my- yes, of course!" Chan said, jumping back into the water, followed by the others. He quickly swam over to Changbin's side. Felix followed right behind as well as the others.

"Come on, we’ve got you!" he said, positioning himself on the other side of Changbin. They both tried to lift him out together, but it became clear that it wasn’t going to be enough. Seungmin, who had been watching from the sidelines, sighed and got up.

"On three, ok?" Chan said, taking charge as usual. "One, two, three!"

Seungmin started pushing and pulling together with the others to help Changbin out of the pool. Chan and Jisung supported Changbin from under his arms, while Seungmin and Hyunjin took hold of his back and legs. Felix guided them from the front, making sure they were lifting in sync. With everyone’s combined effort, Changbin finally began to rise out of the water. It wasn’t really a smooth process—there was a lot of splashing, laughing, and even a few slips—but after a few more grunts and pushes, Changbin was finally sitting on the pool's edge, water dripping off him as he caught his breath.

"See? Eight is fate, we always need all of us!" Chan said, clapping Changbin on the back with a proud smile. Seungmin saw Changbin looking around at all of them, a mix of gratitude and embarrassment on his face.

"Thanks, guys," he muttered, still trying to catch his breath. Seungmin smiled, feeling a bit flushed from the situation; maybe he was also trying to catch his breath. Seungmin noticed Jisung approaching Changbin with a teasing look in his eyes. Jisung always liked to tease Changbin, and Seungmin knew he couldn’t resist one last quip.

"Next time, we’ll just bring a crane." Seungmin watched everyone burst into laughter, including Changbin, who shook his head in amusement but still felt a little shy about it. Seungmin then approached Changbin and sat next to him.

"You’re okay?" he asked, delicately touching his hand.

"That was a little bit…ridiculous, wasn’t it?" Changbin said, biting his lip and looking at his belly. Seungmin couldn’t help himself and placed his hand over Changbin’s, which was resting on his stomach.

"This. Will never be ridiculous. I love it as much as…I…like you…" he said, feeling his heart race, and Changbin smiled.

"So, that’s why you were so excited for today!" Changbin said, starting to tease him back, and Seungmin blushed.

"At least I can still get out of the pool by myself," Seungmin said, crossing his arms and looking away.

"Good thing I have you by my side now…maybe I’ll need you more often…" Seungmin blushed and leaned closer to Changbin’s face, just a few inches away.

"Bin…if I’m by your side…you’ll need help much more often…because there’s no way I could say goodbye to that belly…"

"Help him make it bigger then…" Seungmin looked at Changbin with a bold look and finished by teasing him one last time.

"Jisung was definitely right…next time…eight people won’t be enough…"

[nana-kom]

hiiii I was just binge reading all your fics and I still can't get enough so I'd love to request something if you're open to it!

how about Changbin who used to work out but now he's so fat that he can barely walk or even stand up. His friends Chan and Jisung convince him to go to the gym with them (Changbin has to ride a mobility scooter instead of walking), knowing he's too fat for the equipment but thinking it'll be hot to see him try (especially with his huge belly hanging out of his gym clothes hehe).

Jeongin is a personal trainer at the gym who is secretly a feeder, and he gets really turned on trying (and failing) to help Changbin work out. Finally he rubs Changbin's belly and tells him fat piggies like him shouldn't exercise anyways, they should only relax and keep eating. Changbin gets turned on by that too.

I would looooove to read something like this in your amazing style if you want to! thank you!!!

Hiii !

I did my best I really hope you’ll like it !

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Just An Other Cheat Day

As Changbin watched Chan and Jisung lifting weights and doing their exercises, he couldn’t help but think about the good old days. He smiled, remembering the times when he used to join them as he was the leader of them. Today, he was just a spectator, much to his delight—and especially his stomach’s. It had all started subtly: skipping a day, then a week of exercises, then a month. A few cheat meals a week, then a bit more. Fast food couldn't hurt, right? Then protein shakes without going to the gym didn’t seem so bad either, maybe it was even better this way—and maybe two of them were even better. Of course, his body had started to change. Maybe he had started feeling heavier when moving, noticing his belly peeking out from under his t-shirts, and how his thighs rubbed together as he walked. Maybe his double chin was much more visible, though he tried to convince himself otherwise. And perhaps he was just at the beginning of his physical transformation.

Changbin had always loved food—no one could take that away from him—but he was also passionate about fitness. So why had he stopped? Changbin had grown tired of beauty standards and exhausting himself daily with workouts for mediocre results when his true pleasure came from a hearty meal at the end of the day. Slowly, he had given in to the joy of food—not just eating, but gorging himself. Stuffing his stomach until it was way too full to put anything else in his mouth, except for dessert. He loved dessert so much: pastries, sugar, greasy donuts—he loved to eat and gorge himself. He loved falling asleep with a full belly, gently rubbing it, not hiding the pleasure it brought him. He loved seeing his belly so full and ready to burst, and how his clothes were all becoming too tight as his body grew enormous.

At first, the changes had been subtle, but now, Changbin couldn’t hide how big, wide, and even obese he had become. He had completely let himself go, and he enjoyed every second of it. He loved struggling to get up, fitting through doors, or bending over. He loved feeling his belly hang in front of him when he walked, brushing against his legs. He loved seeing his chest get bigger, imagining trying to wear bras to relieve his back. Yes, he used to be fit and athletic, but being fat was so much more satisfying that he wouldn’t return to his old life for anything. Changbin's body has grown significantly over time, becoming large and round with noticeable weight gain. His belly is one of the most prominent features, large and heavy, hanging over his waistband, even making it difficult for him to see past it. It visibly bulges, straining against his clothes, causing his shirt to ride up, often exposing the lower part of his stomach. His chest, too, has grown softer, with his pecs taking on a fuller, rounder shape, giving them a slightly saggy appearance. His arms, once muscular, are now thick and soft, with noticeable layers of fat even on his hands. His thighs are equally large, rubbing together as he walks, and his movements have slowed due to his increased size. Every step seems labored, and even standing up from a seated position leaves him breathless, with sweat forming quickly from minimal exertion.

That morning, his two friends Chan and Jisung had convinced him to come back to the gym with them. At first, Changbin had been confused by their request since he hadn’t set foot in a gym for over a year, but his friends had been persuasive, offering protein shakes and pastries to reward him for coming along. Luckily, their gym was just down the street from their apartment. After about thirty minutes into Jisung and Chan’s workout, Changbin, who had found it increasingly hard to walk—and mainly out of laziness—had recently acquired a mobility scooter, which made getting around much easier. On his mobility scooter, his massive frame barely contained by it. His belly, impossibly large, spilled over the sides of the scooter, and his thighs pressed tightly against the seat. His cheeks were round, his double chin was more than evident now. His face was round and full, and his belly rested heavily on his lap, the scooter carrying him smoothly to the gym club as if it was his second skin.

Changbin eventually arrived at the gym, drink in hand, watching his friends do what he hadn’t been able to do in a long time. He had ridden his scooter all the way to the gym, and once he got there, it took him several long minutes to get off before sitting on a bench near Jisung and Chan, pulling at his t-shirt where his large belly was starting to peek out.

"Hyung, you should try this machine, it’s pretty easy!" said Jisung, pointing to the elliptical next to him. Changbin swallowed hard, knowing full well he wouldn’t be able to get on it.

He then made his way to the machine, taking several long minutes just to get up from the bench, already sweating from the effort of standing. He tried to lift his leg onto the machine, but it was too heavy to raise that high, and his belly got in the way. He reached for his stomach to lift it, but all his efforts were only exhausting him even more. Jisung then whispered something discreetly to Chan.

"Told you, it would be hot..." he said with a smile, turning his gaze back to Changbin, who was still struggling to get on the machine and gasping for breath, too preoccupied to notice Jisung's words—or that a cute boy was approaching him.

"Need help?" came a voice from behind, and Changbin turned to face Jeongin. Changbin remembered hanging out with Jeongin a lot when he was still fit. For the past few years, Jeongin had been working here as a personal trainer, and since the last time he saw him, Changbin could definitely say that Jeongin had changed too—his arms were much more muscular, not to mention his shirt tightly hugging his abs. Changbin swallowed again, trying to catch his breath.

"I...it’s...it’s difficult to get on..." said Changbin, looking away, realizing that deep down, this situation was exciting him.

"Don’t worry, Bin, we have easier things...for people like you..." said Jeongin, biting his lip and smiling before telling Changbin to follow him into one of the small private rooms. Jisung and Chan exchanged a smile before going back to their workout, pleased that their mission had been accomplished.

Changbin arrived in a small room, which had a treadmill and some floor exercise equipment. Jeongin helped Changbin onto the treadmill and started it at the lowest speed. Soon, Changbin began to sweat, feeling his heart race faster and his breathing become short.

"Stop it...please...I can’t!" Changbin said in a panic, realizing he was about to fall. Jeongin quickly turned off the machine, and Changbin sat down on a nearby bench, catching his breath, watching the sweat drip down his body. Jeongin crossed his arms and approached him with a smile.

"Of course you can’t... piggy can’t do sports, right?" Jeongin said, and Changbin lifted his head toward him, surprised. He wasn’t sure if his heart was pounding from the exercise or because Jeongin was strangely exciting him. Changbin let out a small moan and nodded.

"I’m too big..." Changbin said, pouting slightly. Jeongin stepped closer, grabbing his chin to lift his head.

"You’re not big, Hyung, you’re enormous. Your whole body is fat, even your hands are fat. You’re a real piggy now. Sweating just from walking a little and can’t even get on the elliptical. What happened to my most faithful client, mmh?" Jeongin asked, leaning down towards Changbin before starting to touch his belly.

"I had a cheat day..." Changbin replied, watching Jeongin touch him, beginning to moan as he felt Jeongin’s hands on his prominent belly. A part of him was relieved that his belly was so big it hid his erection.

"A cheat day? I assume every day for the past few years has been a cheat day, right? You must spend your days eating and filling that belly, getting bigger and bigger. What’s your next goal, pig? Being unable to walk? Or being too fat to even feed yourself? Big boy will definitely need a hand, right?" Jeongin said, sliding his hand under Changbin’s belly to grab his member and begin stroking it.

"Please... yes..." Changbin moaned, unable to control his urges or the excitement Jeongin was creating in his body. "More..." Changbin pleaded, and Jeongin smiled.

"A pig like you always wants more, right? Don’t worry, I won’t make you exercise anymore. Now you’re going to eat for me, get bigger just for me, and I’ll help you become the hog you deserve to be," Jeongin said, increasing the pace of his strokes on Changbin’s member. Changbin cried out, filling the room with his voice before releasing his pleasure into Jeongin’s hand. Jeongin looked at him with a satisfied expression.

"You did so well for me, good boy. You seem tired from all that exercise. Let me give you a treat," Jeongin said as he stood up, letting Changbin catch his breath and regain his senses.

"I’m hungry..." Changbin said, looking at his belly, which hung over him as his shirt had ridden up completely.

"Don’t worry, fatty, I’m gonna make sure you’re never hungry by my side. Just constantly full... and horny..." Jeongin said, gazing at Changbin, who smiled, satisfied with where his future was headed by Jeongin’s side. Jeongin then smirked as he watched him struggle to catch his breath, his body trembling from both exertion and the release of pleasure. His belly jutted out heavily, the fabric of his t-shirt bunched up around his chest, exposing the soft, round expanse of his stomach. Jeongin traced a finger along the curve of Changbin’s belly, feeling the weight and softness beneath his touch.

“You did so well for me,” Jeongin say, moving to the corner of the room where a large bag of takeout was waiting since Jisung and Chan had tell him that Changbin will be here today. The rich smell of greasy food filled the air as he pulled out a massive burger, dripping with cheese and sauce, followed by a container of loaded fries and a thick, creamy milkshake. He brought them to Changbin, placing the food in front of him.

“I know you’re hungry, piggy,” Jeongin teased, pushing the burger toward Changbin's waiting hands. “I want you to eat until you’re too full to move, its a pretty good since you have this mobility scooter right ? Keep going for me, okay?”

Changbin’s eyes lit up with excitement as he reached for the burger, his hands already trembling from anticipation. He took a huge bite, moaning softly as the flavors burst in his mouth. Jeongin leaned closer, his voice low and coaxing.

“That’s it, keep eating. You’re going to get so much bigger, and I’m going to make sure of it.” As Changbin devoured the food, Jeongin continued to run his hands over the soft, swollen curve of his belly, feeling it expand with every bite.

“You’ll be completely helpless soon,” Jeongin whispered into his ear, his tone dripping with satisfaction. « Needing me to take care of you…to feed you…to satisfy all your cravings…you’ll be my perfect feedee.”

Changbin’s breath quickened as he stuffed more fries into his mouth, his stomach growing tighter, heavier, and more distended with each passing minute. His eyes fluttered shut, the overwhelming mix of fullness and pleasure leaving him dazed. Jeongin smirked, watching Changbin’s body begin to swell even more, his appetite insatiable, his need for Jeongin growing deeper with every bite.

“Good boy,” Jeongin purred. “You’re going to be the fattest, neediest pig around, and I’ll make sure you’re never without something to eat…and never without me.”

[nana-kom]

Hey 💜

Im finally posting a new fic…what a big day !

I hope you’ll like it !

This is a weight gain fic so if you don’t like it don’t read it please.

Want So Bad

Sitting at the table of one of the city’s most renowned restaurants, Jisung had been waiting for his date for at least twenty minutes. Usually, it was the other way around—he would arrive late, observing his date from afar to determine if they’d be suitable for the plans he had in mind. It had become a sort of endless routine for Jisung. You see, he had managed to achieve almost everything in life. His parents owned a large company that had grown internationally, and Jisung had taken over as CEO right after completing his studies. Since he assumed leadership, the company’s shares had only risen.

He also had a stunning apartment with a breathtaking view of Seoul, and a group of friends who had always supported him, even in tough times. Yes, Jisung had everything he could want—except someone to share his nights with, someone to love and care for as they deserved. That’s why he had started dating. Initially, he found casual flings that worked as a short-term solution, but eventually realized he needed more. He tried explaining his intentions to various men, but they all turned him down. Tonight, however, he held out hope that the man he had been talking to on the app would be the one.

But as thirty minutes passed, it became clear this man wasn’t coming. Jisung ran a hand over his face, sighed, and decided to leave. What a stupid idea, sitting here waiting like an idiot, he thought as he stood up and began walking through the restaurant.

Jisung headed toward the exit, hurrying to leave the cursed place. As he walked, trying to call his driver, his eyes fell on a fast-food restaurant. Inside, he noticed something—or rather, someone—that caught his attention. Jisung stopped in his tracks, his gaze instantly locking on the scene. His heart raced as he paused to admire the man sitting alone in the fast-food place. Surrounded by so much food it barely fit on the table, his belly pressed against the edge, and his thighs spilling over the sides of his chair. Jisung knew his tastes were unique, but this man was so perfect he couldn’t believe his eyes.

Without hesitation, Jisung walked inside and approached him, stopping next to his table.

“May I sit here?” he asked softly, not wanting to scare the man.

The man looked up, startled, and his face flushed as he saw Jisung. His mouth was full, and his double chin became more pronounced as he looked up, making Jisung find him even more adorable.

“O-okay… sure,” the man stammered, and Jisung took a seat across from him.

“I was supposed to have a date tonight, but they didn’t show up. I think maybe that’s a good thing,” Jisung said, his eyes meeting the man’s. The man’s face grew redder.

“Oh… really?” Minho asked, surprised by Jisung’s approach.

“Why do you seem so surprised? I know I must look strange, just showing up out of nowhere like this, but… I couldn’t pass up the chance to talk to you,” Jisung admitted, lowering his head to appear less intimidating.

“I-I don’t know what to say… I’m not used to people approaching me. But I don’t understand… why would anyone not show up for you? You’re so…” Minho trailed off, his gaze locked with Jisung’s, making Jisung’s heart flutter.

“Enough talk. You didn’t come here to chat, did you? And you wouldn’t want all that to get cold,” Jisung said, gesturing to the food. Minho’s cheeks turned crimson again.

“Don’t act shy. Please, enjoy yourself,” Jisung encouraged. Minho timidly nodded and resumed eating, taking some fries in his hand.

Jisung couldn’t take his eyes off him—the roundness of his cheeks, the way his chest nearly rested on the table, his pudgy fingers grasping the food, and especially the way he filled his mouth, unable to stop himself. Watching Minho stirred a heat in Jisung’s chest. Everything about him was perfect. He had never seen someone so desirable, someone he wanted so much.

In his past relationships, Jisung had subtly tried to control his partners’ eating habits, but they would stop seeing him once they gained too much weight. But even the word “too much” felt insufficient for Minho.

Minho continued eating, no longer paying attention to Jisung, engrossed in his meal. When he finally reached for the last burger, Jisung grabbed it before he could. Minho’s expression turned almost desperate as he let out a small sigh. Jisung noticed how much fuller his cheeks and belly had become since earlier and decided to tease him.

“Still hungry?” Jisung asked, a smirk tugging at his lips.

“Y-yeah… can you give it to me… please?” Minho asked, eyeing the burger.

“I don’t know… should I? You’ve eaten quite a bit, haven’t you?” Jisung teased, watching Minho gulp.

“I have a big appetite…” Minho admitted, biting his lip and shifting in his seat, trying to sit upright.

“I can see that. You’re such a big boy… eating all alone on a Saturday night, or should I say… gorging yourself?” Jisung teased further, and Minho’s cheeks flamed red.

“I-I… I’m sorry…” Minho mumbled, lowering his head. Jisung smiled.

“Don’t ever apologize for being so perfect!” Jisung said, and Minho looked up at him, startled.

“You think I’m perfect? I thought… wait… what? Even like this?” Minho asked.

“Especially like this,” Jisung said with a grin. Minho continued to look at him, confused.

“Well… if you like it so much… why don’t you feed me yourself?” Minho suggested. This time, Jisung felt slightly thrown off but quickly regained his composure, holding the burger out to Minho.

“Don’t worry about that. We’ve got the rest of the night to keep you fed. This burger won’t be the last thing you swallow tonight,” Jisung said, keeping the burger in his hand as Minho took a bite.

Minho surprised him by not snatching it but instead letting Jisung feed him, locking eyes as he took each bite. Jisung was mesmerized, unable to look away. He’s so perfect. Absolutely perfect. Minho licked Jisung’s fingers clean, and that was the final straw. Jisung couldn’t wait any longer.

He stood up and told Minho to get up, but Minho admitted he felt too full. Jisung helped him stand, marveling at how much larger Minho was than he’d imagined. His soft, warm belly spilled forward, and Jisung relished the feeling of touching him as they walked out.

He called his driver, who arrived shortly after. Once they were in the car, Jisung instructed the driver to raise the privacy partition. He couldn’t keep his hands to himself, running them over Minho’s shirt to caress his swollen belly.

“You’re perfect. So perfect. Look at you, so full and squishy. I want to bite you, to taste you,” Jisung murmured, unable to hide his excitement.

Minho whimpered under Jisung’s touch. “You’re crazy…” Minho muttered, blushing.

“Maybe I am,” Jisung said, his hands wandering. He kissed Minho’s cheek softly before the car stopped in front of Jisung’s building.

“Let’s get you somewhere more comfortable,” Jisung said as they exited the car. He supported Minho, wrapping an arm around him. Though Minho’s size made it difficult to fully embrace him, Jisung reveled in every moment of closeness.

In the elevator, Jisung couldn’t resist pinning Minho against the wall, planting kisses along his neck. Minho let out soft gasps, still breathless from the night.

“You… you can kiss me,” Minho whispered, his blush deepening.

Jisung cupped his soft cheeks and leaned in, their lips meeting. Minho’s lips still tasted faintly of salty fries, driving Jisung wild. Jisung deepened the kiss, his lips moving tenderly yet hungrily against Minho’s. He felt the softness of Minho’s mouth, warm and inviting, as their breaths mingled. Jisung’s hands instinctively cupped Minho’s face, his thumbs brushing over his flushed cheeks. The elevator hummed softly around them, but all Jisung could focus on was the man before him—his warmth, his softness, his taste.

Minho hesitated for a moment before shyly parting his lips further, allowing Jisung to deepen the kiss even more. Their tongues brushed, and Jisung felt a rush of heat through his entire body, an overwhelming sensation that made his knees feel weak. He pressed himself closer to Minho, feeling the full, soft expanse of his body against him, as though no amount of closeness would ever be enough.

Jisung feels Minho’s hands timidly found their way to Jisung’s waist, holding him gently as if unsure of his own boldness. Jisung let out a low hum of approval, pulling away just enough to murmur, “You taste even better than I imagined.

"His voice was thick, filled with desire, as his dark eyes locked with Minho’s." Minho blinked, his face an even deeper shade of red, his breath shaky.

“You’re… you’re unbelievable,” he whispered, his words barely audible.

“Unbelievable in the best way, I hope,” Jisung replied, his voice playful yet sincere, as his hands traveled from Minho’s cheeks down to his shoulders, then to his chest, reveling in the way Minho’s body responded to his touch.

Before either could say more, the elevator dinged, signaling they’d reached Jisung’s floor. Reluctantly, Jisung pulled back, his hands lingering on Minho’s sides.

"Come on,” he said, his voice softer now but no less filled with intent. “Let’s continue this somewhere more private.”

Minho nodded silently, his gaze fixed on Jisung as if drawn to him in a way he couldn’t quite explain. Jisung stepped out first, holding out his hand for Minho to take. Once Minho placed his hand in his, Jisung led him down the quiet hallway toward his apartment, the anticipation between them growing with every step.

The moment the door closed behind them, Jisung turned, pressing Minho gently against it. He captured his lips again, this time with even more fervor, his hands roaming as if trying to memorize every curve and line of Minho’s body. Minho let out a soft whimper, his hands clutching at Jisung’s shirt as he melted into the kiss, their bodies pressing together in perfect, heated harmony.

“Fuck…” said Jisung, stepping back and looking at Minho. “I-I don’t know your name,” he admitted, his gaze fixed on Minho, who stared back at him for a moment before smiling softly.

“And I don’t know yours…” Minho replied, gently brushing Jisung’s face with his hand.

“I’m Jisung. Han Jisung,” Jisung answered before leaning in to kiss him again, unable to resist the allure of Minho’s lips, his hands roaming over Minho’s belly. Between breaths, Minho broke away, his cheeks flushed.

“Lee Minho,” he said softly, looking at Jisung timidly, his lips still swollen from their kiss.

“Such a cute name…” Jisung murmured as he pulled Minho’s shirt off, pausing for a moment to admire his body. He was even bigger than Jisung had imagined—so soft and broad. Minho’s chest rested gently on either side of his round belly, and Jisung let his hands explore, caressing the plush expanse.

“You’re so fat…how did you get this fat?” Jisung asked, his voice a mix of curiosity and desire, as his hands traced over Minho’s warm skin.

He gently caressed his body while continuing to kiss him over and over again, hearing Minho murmur his name and start to moan. Yet, Jisung wanted answers, so he stopped, simply sliding a hand over his stomach.

“You’re already almost huge, and yet tonight, you were still stuffing yourself… why, Minho..?” Jisung asked, feeling himself grow harder in turn.

“I… I… I love it. At first, it was just fun to let go a little bit, but then I gained weight… and when I saw myself getting bigger… that was so fucking hot, and… I couldn’t stop… but now I’m just… addicted… Fuck, touch me, please,” Minho pleaded, feeling Jisung’s hand slip into his pants, grabbing his cock and starting to stroke him.

“Jisung… I’m too heavy… need to sit…” Minho said, struggling to stay upright. That phrase made Jisung even more aroused than he already was, and he nodded before laying Minho down on his couch, stripping him of his clothes. When Minho was finally naked in front of him, Jisung felt like it was too much. Everything was big—his belly, his thick thighs barely leaving space for his cock, and even his member itself, buried in the softness of his own body. Minho struggled to sit up, yet Jisung could already see that his mere gaze on him excited him just as much.

He wasted no time, continuing to touch him, to make him moan, to give him as much pleasure as he wanted, again and again, all night long. Until both of them were too exhausted to move, falling asleep tangled together—Minho resting against his own plush body, so soft and warm that Jisung was ready to forget about work and just stay there with him, over and over again.

When the morning light began to fill the apartment, Jisung frowned and buried himself deeper into the couch. Then, suddenly, he realized the space next to him was empty. He sat up abruptly, scanning the living room for Minho. Panic set in when he didn’t see him at first, but then he finally spotted him in a corner, quietly trying to get dressed.

“You’re leaving?” Jisung asked, slightly pissed off. Minho flinched, not realizing Jisung was awake.

“I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to wake you… I… I… I know… Usually, I know how this goes, so…”

Jisung frowned, confused, and moved closer to Minho.

“Usually? What are you talking about? Did you not like last night with me?” Jisung asked, trying not to let his insecurities show on the first night.

“I did! Of course I did… It was amazing. But guys like you… I know how they work. They sleep with a fat guy, have their fun, and then never bother seeing them again.” Minho lowered his head, biting his lip.

Jisung sighed, running a hand over his face.

“And do I really seem like that kind of guy? I think you’re gorgeous, okay? The fact that you’re big is just a bonus to me. You’re incredible… and sexy… and I don’t want this to be the last time I see you.”

“So… you’re saying… you’re one of those who like fat guys… a fat enjoyer… something like that?” Minho asked timidly.

“Maybe? I don’t know. Watching you stuff yourself last night was hot as hell, and your body drives me insane. And… I don’t know, you’re sweet, and you make me nervous, but… are we seriously talking about this already? Don’t you want to get breakfast first?” Jisung said, trying to lighten the mood.

Minho blushed and nodded.

Jisung felt relieved, stepping forward to wrap Minho in his arms, pulling him into a cuddle. Minho’s body was driving him crazy, and even in daylight, he was even more excited than the night before. They got ready together, leaving hand in hand, ready to find the nearest café. Jisung was already looking forward to filling Minho’s stomach again.

At the café, Minho took a seat by the window while Jisung waited at the counter for their order. At that moment, his phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out and saw Hyunjin’s name on the screen.

“What do you want?” Jisung asked, rolling his eyes.

“How was your date?” Hyunjin teased, laughing on the other end of the line.

“He didn’t show up… fucking stupid idea…” Jisung muttered, running a hand through his hair as he picked up the tray of food for Minho.

“For real? You didn’t meet anyone? In the restaurant across the street? Don’t tell me you didn’t notice him!” Hyunjin said, and Jisung could hear him talking with Changbin in the background.

“How do you know about Minho?” Jisung asked as he sat down at the table. Minho looked up at him.

“I know you hate blind dates, and I know you and Minho would be, like, super compatible. But since you never let me introduce you to people, Changbin and I made sure you’d notice him…”

Jisung sighed, hanging up and turning his attention back to Minho.

“You’re friends with Changbin?” Jisung asked. Minho nodded.

“Yeah, we met at a fast food place. I was impressed by his size, so I asked him for advice… that’s how we became friends!” Minho said with a smile.

Jisung couldn’t help but smile back, almost forgetting Hyunjin’s ridiculous matchmaking scheme. He placed his hand over Minho’s.

“Well then, I guess it’s time to put his advice to the test… now that you’re mine, we’re gonna make you even more impressive than Changbin. Do you want that, babe?”

The only answer Jisung accepted from Minho was the first bite of his meal.