Fat to Immobile | Power Dynamics | Weighing and Measuring (prompts gotten from a generator)
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Jin had always been fat.
He met Taehyung when fat, he went to college when fat and they moved in together when fat.
It was only after they cohabited that Taehyung realized he liked Jin more than fat.
So Taehyung decided that Jin needed to eat more. And because Taehyung told him to, he did.
Jin had always plateaued around two hundred and seventy pounds. He’d been that weight since high school for Pete’s sake.
But with the help of his boyfriend, Jin broke his limits and began gaining again for the first time in a decade.
It started slowly with his clothes getting tighter. Then he popped the buttons off his shirt. Then his pants. Then ripped a hole in his underwear.
Taehyung was ecstatic that Jin was gaining so smoothly again.
Jin was a little nervous, but the heat in his lower belly every time Taehyung told him the newest set of numbers from the scale and their measuring tape made it all worth it.
Soon he began to see a change in his appetite. He was always eating something these days.
His stomach was successfully stretched out by all of Taehyung’s stuffing sessions.
He soon reached three fifty.
Taehyung liked to hold him in front of the mirror, to show Jin the ever increasing space between the hands cradling his expanding gut.
His clothes quickly became just tshirts and sweatpants.
Then just sweat pants.
Then just underwear.
Jin would be embarrassed but it wasn’t like Taehyung let him leave the house anymore, citing too much exercise being bad for his gains.
“Strip.”
“Yes, Taehyung.”
Jin, now four hundred pounds, attempted to take his tight underwear off, but only ended up sweaty and huffing in exertion.
He was too out of shape to take them off.
“Can’t get them off?” Taehyung slapped Jin’s globular ass. “Is my Fatty too big to get naked anymore?”
“Yes. I’m- I’m too fat to take off my underwear.” Jin panted from exhaustion and excitement. “Please help me!”
“I don’t think so… I think I’ll have you grow out of them. Don’t you think it would be hot to grow so fat you rip your underwear off?”
Jin shuddered at the thought. Was it revulsion or pleasure he was feeling? These days, with his decreasing health and mobility it was hard to tell.
“Yes, I want that.”
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It was fifty two pounds later that Jin’s huge ass spontaneously ripped his now filthy underwear to shreds.
Taehyung celebrated that night with introducing something called a gainer shake to their stuffings.
Jin loved the taste, but he loved the pleased smile that Taehyung gave him even more.
With the addition of gainer shakes and the lack of exercise, Jin blew up with fat.
Now six hundred pounds, it was difficult for him to stand from the couch he spent most of his time these days.
He’d grown bigger than he’d ever thought imaginable.
Now that he was nearly double his already huge starting weight, Jin was anticipating the day that Taehyung stopped stuffing him and started up a maintenance diet.
His boyfriend must be satisfied by now?
Right?
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Taehyung bought a new bed. One that could measure Jin’s weight as he reclined.
Now that Jin was nearly seven hundred pounds, he found movement extremely difficult.
Walking was becoming increasingly impossible for the severely obese man. His waddling caused his huge belly apron to slap against his shins with each stuttering step.
So, Taehyung decided that he shouldn’t struggle anymore.
“Just lay down. It’s nice and soft I promise.”
“But what if I can’t stand back up again?”
“It’ll be fine, I’ll help you get up if you need to. You worry too much.”
“You promise…?”
“Promise.”
Jin never stood again.
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The bed read eight hundred and fifty pounds.
Or at least that’s what the grinning Taehyung said, since Jin couldn’t turn his thick neck to read the screen anymore.
Jin opened his mouth obediently for the tube that Taehyung held out.
Real meals were becoming increasingly less common, with the upgraded gainer shake taking over his diet.
Jin wasn’t sure what upgraded meant, all he knew was that he was always ravenous these days.
Taehyung turned on the machine that sent shake through the tube and Jin relaxed his throat to let the liquid slide down like usual.
Tasting things had taken a backseat these days, growing bigger was his only goal.
Did Jin expect that this was what his future would entail living with Taehyung?
No.
Was it what he wanted?
Jin pondered this as his fat lips continued to suck at the tube.
He almost could feel himself growing fatter with each gulp.
Taehyung pet his expanding belly fat as Jin drank his concoction.
“You’re beautiful.”
Jin supposed it didn’t really matter what he wanted. As long as Taehyung was pleased, so was he.
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One thousand pounds.
Jin stared at the picture that Taehyung had showed him of the bed’s scale screen.
A spike of fear ran through Jin.
Was he really that big?
Looking down as much as he could through the fat on his face and neck, Jin took it all in.
His body was immense, and full of stretch marks indicating that he hadn’t stopped growing and most likely never will.
He whimpered, scared.
What had happened to him?! Why did he let it get this bad?!
“Fuck you’re so hot, Jin.”
Jin was snapped out of his pity party at Taehyung’s words. The slim man who ruined him was jerking off to the sight of the blob that made up Jin’s body these days.
“So fat. You’re so fucking fat, Jin. And you’re only gonna get fatter-“
Taehyung came twice that day, once just looking at Jin and again while tube feeding him.
Jin’s mind relaxed. Taehyung seemed so happy that Jin was half a ton. And if Taehyung was happy then so was Jin.
I guess another couple hundred pounds couldn’t hurt?
It had been only a month into his first bout of homeownership that Jimin began to suspect something was wrong with his house.
It wasn’t the creaking floorboards late at night, or the scratching in the walls. It wasn’t the suddenly sour milk in his fridge or even the radio static that sounded like someone was speaking to him.
Nope. It was the fact that he was gaining weight.
You see, Jimin was a metaphorical feedee. He wanted to get fatter, but his lightning fast metabolism and appetite of a toddler never allowed it.
He’d watch and jerk off to videos of obese men stuffing themselves on feedism websites but when he tried to replicate what they did, he failed every single time.
Once, he stuffed himself every night as best he could for two weeks straight and lost a pound!
It was ridiculous.
But now, Jimin poked his soft, rounded out tummy. Just when he’d given up, he’d done it???
Suspicious, Jimin weighed himself every morning and night for a month. Watching the scale climb higher each day was mesmerizing, and Jimin definitely palmed his hard cock every time he stepped up to the platform.
Interestingly, he only seemed to gain weight overnight, not during the daytime when he was actually eating food.
So, mind made up, he bought a cheeky motion sensor camera and set it up on his bookcase pointed towards his bed before going to sleep one night.
In the morning, Jimin woke up and stretched, his now ill fitting pajama shirt filled out by an even bigger belly than yesterday.
It now sat on his lap even without leaning over!
Pulling up the cameras app on his phone, Jimin eagerly clicked on the suspiciously long single clip that was recorded.
It showed a half-asleep Jimin sitting up in bed, sleepily smacking his lips.
Nothing out of the ordinary, Jimin knew he was a light sleeper. Maybe an owl woke him up in the middle of the night?
Except, out of nowhere a man appeared from nothing! Right on Jimin’s bed!
Nighttime Jimin didn’t seem to startle or anything at, what must’ve been, a ghost’s presence. Instead he opened his mouth and leaned forward in a practiced motion.
The ghost, who was boyishly handsome even on the black and white footage, pulled what looked like a burger out of thin air and held it up to Nighttime Jimin’s mouth.
The Jimin watching the video blushed as the ghost continued to feed, stuff more like, Nighttime Jimin with more and more ghostly fast food.
Nighttime Jimin’s tummy never seemed to bloat or swell with the food he was fed, but Jimin knew that it had an effect since he’d been weighing himself consistently since he’d noticed the softness of his belly earlier than year.
As Nighttime Jimin seemed to slow down, the ghost fed him the last burrito before patting his fair head and laying his victim down for bed.
Disappearing from the covers, Jimin startled as the ghost appeared in front of the hidden camera and winked at it.
Then he was gone and the video ended.
Rock hard, Jimin knew he had to experience these nightly feedings himself. Awake this time, that is.
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Setting an alarm for the time that the ghost appeared that night, Jimin went to bed excited and nervous for what was to come.
It felt like he’d barely gotten any sleep before he heard gentle bells from his phone.
Grabbing the device he turned off his alarm before sitting up and gasping at the slightly see through man in front of him.
There was a tense silence between the ghost with the heart-like smile and Jimin.
It was broken by Jimin slowly setting aside his phone and opening his mouth like he apparently did in the video. His eyes were half lidded as the ghost’s widened in joy.
He clapped without noise before summoning a spread of fast food across the bed’s blanket and choosing another burger to start the stuffing session.
Jimin moaned as the taste of the incorporeal food hit his tongue. It was good! Exemplary! Divine even!
He needed more.
Now that he was awake this time, Jimin plowed through the food, something in him unlocking a great hunger for more and more unhealthy cuisine.
The ghost looked beyond pleased that Jimin had become so enthusiastic for his nightly stuffing. He didn’t have any problems keeping up with Jimin’s demanding appetite that night.
It was only when Jimin’s belly groaned in discomfort that he knew he’d need to stop soon. He mourned the lack of incoming food as he closed his mouth and didn’t open it again.
The ghost looked at his with pride as he patted his head like in the video and leaned him back on the bed before disappearing off to where ever feeder ghosts went when not stuffing their living roommates.
Jimin felt full, but wasn’t bloated. The sensation lulled him to sleep that night, the memory of the handsome ghost putting a smile on his face.
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That morning Jimin jumped out of bed, making his started belly jiggle a bit, and ran to the bathroom to check his weight.
Two whole pounds! Jimin had only gained fractions of that in the past when stuffed while half asleep.
He patted his belly, not truly noticing a difference between then and the day before. But he knew how to change that now.
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Each night for the next month, Jimin set his midnight alarm and went to sleep eager to be stuffed by his ghost friend/roommate/feeder.
And every night he appeared, ready with an ever growing pile of unhealthy food to shove into Jimin’s ever growing belly.
And grow it did. Jimin’s scale professed newer and higher numbers every time he stepped on it. The average was two pounds a day, so my the end of the month, Jimin was sixty something pounds heavier, with a new gut as proof.
Jimin played with his basketball sized belly as he walked to the bathroom to measure himself.
It was squishy, yet firm with a combination of soft subcutaneous and unhealthy visceral fat. Just how he always wanted it.
Stepping onto the scale, Jimin found that for the first time, he couldn’t read the number. His belly had grown too big to see.
Half hard, Jimin ran back to his room to grab his phone and took a picture under his belly of the scale.
197 pounds.
He was creeping up on the big 200…
His first goal weight, finally within his grasp!
Could I do it in one night? Jimin wondered breathlessly, fingering his gaping bellybutton. I could ask Ghost about it…
It would be the first time that he would actually speak to the specter that haunted his house. Jimin just hoped that it wouldn’t scare him away.
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His alarm woke him up at midnight again.
Ghost was waiting there for Jimin to sit up like usual and open his mouth to be fed.
This time, when Jimin opened his mouth he spoke instead.
“Stuff me more tonight, I’m almost 200 pounds. Please.”
Ghost’s smile didn’t falter, in fact, it grew sly and smirk like.
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That night took Jimin beyond his limits. He was stuffed by Ghost three ways to Sunday and back.
He was a hiccuping, belching mess by the end of their session. Ghost had relentlessly fed Jimin a variety of junk food and even dessert.
Jimin could still taste the entire half of a chocolate cake he was forced to eat even by morning.
Ghost had even made contact with him that night, caressing and cupping Jimin’s growing gut. He let out pleasured grunts and gasps as his belly was played with in between bites of food of course.
That morning, Jimin felt more tired than usual given that he’d stayed up later for a longer feeding session. Regardless, he rushed to the bathroom, belly bouncing with each step, until he was standing on his scale.
Phone in hand, Jimin snapped a picture of the screen before holding it up to his face.
200.3 pounds.
He’d done it.
Horny and hungry, Jimin decided to take matters into his own hands and see if the sessions with Ghost had helped his appetite during the day.
It had.
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After that night, Ghost refused to take it easy on Jimin. Each session pushed him harder and further into the sin of gluttony.
The fast food got greasier, cheesier and the desserts seemed to be even sweeter than before.
Ghost had grown almost sadistic in his pace, shoving food against Jimin’s mouth before it could even open in time.
Jimin was sure that if this wasn’t ghost food, his bed and pajamas would be a mess of grease and sauces by now.
Ghost continued to pet and prod at Jimin’s rapidly expanding body. Pinching his thickening thighs, flicking his flabby tits, patting the side of his large gut.
One night, about a month and another hundred pounds later, a now 300 pound Jimin sat heavily on his bed powering through a burger that tasted more like oil than meat. Ghost was pumping his long, slim index finger in and out of Jimin’s cavernous belly button as he fed him with his other hand.
Jimin had always made small noises while being fed by Ghost, but these days he was a cacophony of moans, grunts and burps.
He hadn’t spoken since that first time though. It almost felt taboo to speak when Ghost couldn’t.
Jimin wanted very badly to know the name of the being that had helped him balloon over the past few months, but he supposed hearing the name from the ghosts mouth would never happen.
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As Jimin stood on his new platform scale, one that allowed him to read the number on a screen in front of him, a chilly sensation bushed against the sides of his massive belly.
Ignoring the feeling, Jimin opted to watch as the numbers settled on 412.2 pounds.
Over double the weight he was in the beginning.
Jimin giggled in joy as he waddled over to the mirror to admire his huge body.
His face was unrecognizable. Cheeks, chins, neck, all of them were stuffed with chub to the point of making him look significantly different compared to the beginning of the year.
His breasts were plump and round, almost like a woman’s. They hung, heavy from their weight, over his immense belly which honestly? At this point, the thing took up a good portion of the bathroom.
His gut was round and firm at the top, filling his abdominal cavity with hard visceral fat. Jimin liked to rub it, pressing out burps after his daytime solo stuffings.
The middle of his belly hosted a single, large roll, melting into his bulky love handles. It got so sweaty under there that Jimin had to wipe it down with a dry washcloth multiple times a day to keep from getting rashes.
His lower belly hung halfway down his thighs, slowly encroaching on his knees. It was like a large, flabby apron that covered his crotch and gave him modesty when naked. Which was almost all the time these days.
What? It’s not like anyone would be able to see anything anyways. Not with his new belly in the way.
Jimin smiled seductively at his reflection, palming what he could reach of his great gut and wishing he could still jerk off while standing up. That had stopped being possible a 150 pounds ago.
Suddenly the mirror fogged up in front of him before words began to appear in the condensation.
‘You’re beautiful, Jimin.’
As Jimin gaped at the message, he felt that cold sensation again around his side rolls. Looking back in the mirror, he saw ghostly hands caressing and squeezing his love handles and back fat. It was Ghost!
Jimin needed to speak with him.
“Wh-What is your name?”
The hands didn’t leave his gut but more words were written.
‘I was named Hoseok, a long time ago.’
“Hoseok…” Jimin tasted the name on his spoiled tongue. The hands touching him faltered for a second before continuing their ministrations. “Why are you doing this to me? Why make me fat?”
There was a pause before a new sentence appeared.
‘I am a spirit of gluttony. You wanted to grow so I helped.’
The kneading of his fat felt good. Jimin moaned out his next question.
“How… when… does this end?”
Jimin shuddered in combined pleasure and fear at the word that wrote itself on the mirror.
“Please, please, please, Namjoon! I’ll never ask for anything ever again!”
Namjoon pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. “You and I both know that’s a lie, but fine. Just this once! You do know you have to actually learn stuff in class to graduate, right?”
“Oh my god, thank you!” Taehyung dramatically sobbed over the phone. “You’re amazing, Hyung! Shit. Gotta go! Love you, bye!”
Namjoon resisted sighing again as he listened to the dial tone. Taehyung really needed to get his act together instead of going to his witch friend for exam luck spells.
This is for real the last time. Namjoon thought to himself as he pulled out his blessed paper stack.
Selecting the top sheet, Namjoon prepared the spell paper by writing good luck sigils around the edges. In the middle of the paper, he carefully wrote out the words “good fate” in black ink in the middle.
Suddenly, just as he finished the last rune, a car alarm from across the street went off, startling the witch in training. The edge of his palm jumped, smearing the final rune, making the paper read “good fat” instead.
“It’ll still work right?” Namjoon nervously bit his lip. “There’s no way anything will go wrong. And even if it did, Tae would probably deserve it for cheating.”
Deciding that it was late enough and that the spell would be okay, Namjoon went to bed.
He’d hand it off to Taehyung in the morning.
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Taehyung fingered the folded spell paper in his pants pocket as he sat at his desk. The exam paper was already sitting there in front of him. The sight of the ominous test sheet made him gulp, but in the end he steadied himself. Namjoon was trustworthy and his spells always worked. He’d do just fine.
“And, start. You have one hour.”
Flipping over the test, Taehyung whispered the activation sentence he’d memorized from previous spell work Namjoon had lended him.
The first 15 minutes went well! For some reason, the harder questions still escaped him, so Taehyung focused on the easier ones for the time being.
Maybe the spell needed more time to kick in? Namjoon wouldn’t give him a faulty spell, would he?
Suddenly, Taehyung both felt and heard a gurgling in his stomach, loud enough in the quiet testing room for his classmates to glance over and snicker.
Blushing, Taehyung focused harder on his test, ignoring how bloated and gassy he was.
Perfect timing for GI upset. He thought irritatedly, trying his best to relax his abdomen in a futile attempt to calm his aching stomach.
Time ticked by and Taehyung grew more bloated. He tried to let out small, silent burps to quell the pressure in his rounded out gut, but it only seemed to make his belly grow more.
Eventually the size of his middle section grew so uncontrollably full that he had to embarrassingly unbuckle his nice leather belt to put less pressure on his swollen belly.
Ugh, there’s no way I can concentrate like this! He whined to himself.
Taehyung had gotten approximately two easy questions out of fifty answered. He knew that he knew at least half of what was on the test, but he was so gassy and uncomfortable that there was no way he could focus long enough to work them out.
Suddenly, the pressure in his belly lessened, as it would if he had released it in a fart or burp, but he had done neither!
However, the size of his gut never went down… in fact, it seemed to grow larger! Taking up more and more room on his lap, Taehyung could only glance down in horror as his button up filled out with squishy, jiggly fat.
"What the fuck?" He whispered in disbelief.
“Taehyung. This is a silent exam. If you cannot contain your profanity, you may leave the room.”
Taehyung’s already flushed and sweaty face blushed harder as his classmates giggled at their proctor’s strict reprimand.
“Silence. I can always dock points if you all continue to disrupt the exam.”
The muffled laughter quieted instantly from the chastising, the only sound now being the shuffle of papers and scratching of pens.
Taehyung tapped the top of his pen gently against the edge of his paper as he considered if it was worth the docked points or even outright failing the test to check the spell paper in his pocket.
Namjoon was great with spells, but was nonetheless notoriously clumsy.
If something as extreme as rapid weight gain was happening to Taehyung, it HAD to be something wrong with the spell. There was no other explanation.
Again, the gassy sensation hit him. Shit! If he got any bigger he’d for sure pop the already strained buttons on his shirt and for sure fail the test for being a distraction!
Before he could think too hard on it, Taehyung’s hand shot up.
The proctor sighed in exasperation. “Yes, Mr. Kim? What is it now?”
“I really, really need to use the restroom sir!”
“Is it an emergency, Mr. Kim?”
God these guys were infuriating.
“Yes, it’s an emergency. I wouldn’t intentionally interrupt an exam otherwise.”
The proctor hummed and hawed for what felt like forever to the still swelling Taehyung before finally saying “Fine, I will allow a bathroom break. BUT! I will not stop the clock for you. You will not get back the minutes you spend in the restroom. Additionally, you will receive a new exam with different questions once you come back to prevent cheating. Hurry now.”
Barely remembering to thank the proctor, Taehyung stood, hunched over his large belly, and waddled quickly out the door. Once it closed behind him, Taehyung sprinted down the empty hallway to the closest men’s bathroom, his new gut wobbling and swaying with each pounding step.
By the time he found the nearest bathroom, Taehyung’s bloating had absorbed into even more fat. The bigger belly combined with his heaving breaths caused each button on his shirt to pop off one by one. The buttons flew into the entrance to the bathroom, landing with little plinks and rolling in all directions.
Taehyung moaned at the relieving sensation of his belly spilling out of his now open shirt and hanging well over his unbuckled belt.
He felt huge already, but somehow knew this wouldn’t be the end of it.
Taehyung felt his thighs rub together and his tits bounce as he shuffled into the bathroom.
Checking under the stalls, Taehyung sighed in relief as he realized he was alone in there. Thinking quickly, he grabbed the wet floor sign propped up in the corner and stood it in the entrance to the bathroom.
It wouldn’t stop a determined student, but it would make the ones who could hold it think twice before entering.
The swelling urge to expel has hit its peak, causing Taehyung to groan and grip the sides of his large, soft belly. He didn’t want to look in the mirror, but he needed to know the damage.
Waddling up to the sinks, Taehyung took a deep breath before glancing at his reflection.
The sight of a solidly fat young man looked back at him.
The man in the mirror had a double chin, chubby cheeks and a plush neck. His breasts were the opposite of toned, swollen with pointy nipples. His arms were thick and flabby, straining the material of his shirt’s sleeves. But his belly, his belly was the star of the show. The man had a gut the size of a beach ball, if a beach ball looked like a saggy ball of bread dough.
Taehyung gulped and the reflection gulped with him.
How was he so huge?!
As the bloated sensation melted into more and more fat, puffing him up like a water balloon, Taehyung reached into his tight pocket to grab the spell paper and see what went wrong.
He struggled to fit his sausage fingers in between the fabric, the task growing harder as he grew bigger until with a tearing sound, the seat of his pants ripped open.
Taehyung quickly pulled out the paper and unfolded it carefully, not knowing what would happen if he tore it.
Inside were sigils and runes. Taehyung had no idea what it said, but could clearly see that the last rune was a bit smudged.
Goddamn it Namjoon! Taehyung wanted to cry. Here’s hoping this is temporary…
The cycle of bloating and gaining was growing faster. Taehyung panted and whined out loud as the sensations overwhelmed him. It was getting harder to stand as he grew fatter, not being used to all the extra weight.
It wouldn’t hurt to sit down for a bit, would it? He thought.
Waddling over in his now super tight pants, Taehyung held onto the wall for support as he attempted to lower himself to the floor.
Attempted being the key word because as soon as he bent his swollen knees to sit, they buckled under his new weight and he promptly fell onto his wide ass, splitting what must’ve been every seam on his pants.
Great, just great. Now I’m nearly naked at school. He grumbled, pulling the scraps of fabric from his legs and tossing them ruined article of clothing into the other corner of the bathroom.
Now in a seated position, Taehyung’s breathing slowed down a bit. He was still growing at an impressive rate, his great belly now nearly resting upon his new knee rolls, but at least he could take a breather.
Taehyung’s reprieve would not last long however. As his body grew even fatter, it seemed like it was finding new areas to fill up. One such area was a newly formed fat pad that had begun to press onto his now curious dick.
Taehyung moaned sensually as his growing fupa filled with warm, soft fat, slowly encasing his cock.
Taehyung had never thought that growing so big would be kinda hot, but damn if the tingling in his junk didn’t feel good.
By this point, his shirt had ripped off of his bingo wing arms and his underwear was seconds from bursting off of his girthy lower half.
Thunking his head back against the wall, Taehyung noticed that his strong double chin was present no mater what position his neck was in. This was by far not how he imagined things would go today.
He felt it the moment that his dick was fully encased in squishy hot fat rolls because by that point he was fully hard and leaking.
His fat arms had lifted from his sides due to his huge tits connecting with his backrolls. His thighs slowly pushed apart, leaving room for his belly to slap against the tile floor and spread to his feet of which he’d lost sight of minutes ago.
He was panting again, despite not having stood upright in over ten minutes. His heart was pounding and he was slick with sweat.
His underwear snapped off of his huge body with a loud thwap!
Taehyung was now completely nude at school. Fuck.
Why was this hot?
Wiggling his now titanic thighs back and forth while pressing on the top of his huge belly put pressure on his submerged dick. Taehyung gasped in pleasure as his massive body rocked around on the floor, jerking himself off with his own fat.
He was so big now that he started to feel the side of the sink’s plumbing to his right and the stall door to his left touch his sensitive sides. When would he stop growing?!
But as his fat pad continued pumping full of adipose and pressing into his throbbing cock, he found he didn’t particularly care if he never stopped gaining.
In fact… why hadn’t he done this sooner?
As soon as that thought hit his mind and with one more wiggle of his huge, blobby hips, Taehyung came hard. His entire body shook and jiggled with the strength of his orgasm. Needing the feeling to continue, he patted and slapped desperately at his hips and belly with his swollen palms, but he’d grown too big for his fat to do much more than wobble around pathetically.
And then, as his fupa stopped milking his cock, Taehyung finally stopped growing.
You’d think post nut clarity would kick in then, worry over his test, fear over his now questionable mobility, but all Taehyung could grunt out after his orgasm was:
“And you’re sure I won’t get alcohol poisoning from this?”
Jin scoffed faux-haughtily at his ex-college roommate. “Why on earth would I make something that would kill my best test subject? No, there’s not even a chance of you getting properly drunk off this stuff. The most you’ll feel is a bit buzzed.”
Jimin relaxed slightly, but still eyed the pint of beer in front of him warily. The once golden liquid had tinted light blue once Jin had dripped a drop of his newest serum into the glass. “It doesn’t look like beer anymore.”
“That’s cause functionally it’s not.” Jin pushed the glass closer to Jimin. “It’s got the tipsy effect of booze still, but without the alcohol content. You can have as many of these bad boys as you want and never need your stomach pumped! Now try it already.”
“But why me?” Jimin whined. “Why couldn’t you get one of your other friends to do this experiment?”
“Cause you’re the only guy I know that, if socially allowed, would have a beer with every meal. You love the stuff. Now drink!”
Jimin sighed before taking the glass in hand and stared at the sky blue beer. The things he’d do for this man…
Gulp!
Jin stared at Jimin’s face, waiting for his reaction.
Jimin smacked his lips at the odd flavor, crinkling his nose as he tried to place the taste. “It’s good.” He tongued the cavern of his mouth, chasing the remnants of the drink. “I like it.”
Jin released a relived sigh. “Good, now drink the rest of it! I need to see how drunk you get after three more.”
Jimin wanted to whine more. Once Jin got his mind on something he wouldn’t let up until Jimin did what he wanted. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Jin’s brilliance, he was sure that if Jin said he wouldn’t die that he wouldn’t die, but he still worried about unintended side effects…
“Fine, but you totally owe me so much fried chicken for this!”
Jin grinned, happy to get his way again. “Deal!”
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Four pints of beer in and Jimin felt no more than pleasantly buzzed. Jin was right, he didn’t feel sick or drunk at all! It felt really good actually, more so than if he were to drink regular, unadulterated beer.
The only downside was how bloated he felt. Jimin absently rubbed the side of his round, sloshy belly full of beer. The liquid sat heavily in his stomach, stretching it out.
It didn’t feel bad though, he realized. Just different.
“Now, tell me how your vision compares to being sober.” Jin had been badgering him with question for what felt like forever.
Jimin stifled a burp before answering. “Uh, well, it’s normal? I guess? The room isn’t spinning or anything. I could definitely walk in a straight line if you asked me to.”
“Okay then.” Jin clapped his hands. “Let’s do it! Walk from here to the couch and back.”
Jimin grunted as he stood, the four pints of beer gurgling in his belly. He walked from the table they were sat at to the coffee table and back.
Jin was a little red in the face, Jimin noticed as he walked back to him. Huh.
“Okay, well. That’s the last of my questions.” Jin cleared his throat before gathering up his notes. “I’m leaving you the dropper and some of the serum. I expect you to drink at least four pints a day, with or without meals. I need to know what prolonged effect this will have on a person.”
“You mean, I’m gonna be your guinea pig for this?” Jimin deadpanned. “And you have no idea what the long term effects of this is?”
“Nope.” Jin grinned already half way out the door. “See you next Sunday!”
The door slammed shut.
-
Jimin was a few days into the experiment. He’d been adding the required one drop per pint, four times a day, and taking notes on the effects.
So far, there weren’t a ton of changes. It seemed like no matter how much he had in a row, he never got more than buzzed! Jin had really done it, hadn’t he?
The only change was that the more he drank, the better the flavor became. It was hard to describe, but was reminiscent of a dusty sweet yet bitter taste. But the more he drank, the sweeter it got.
Lost in his thoughts, Jimin realized that he accidentally added an extra drop to his drink this time.
Ugh. He really shouldn’t change up the experiment like this… but, he didn’t want to waste a beer either!
Jin would understand, surely. Jimin thought as he drank from the now darker blue liquid.
Jimin moaned at the sugary sweet flavor. Wow, that was so much better than just one drop! Why had he never done this before?!
Before he knew it, the pint was gone and he was filling the glass up again. He had already had his fourth of the day, but Jin never told him that he had to stop at four, only that he couldn’t drink less than it.
Spilling three drops this time into the glass, Jimin drank slower, savoring the intense flavor of the beer.
His stomach suddenly growled, despite its now perpetually bloated state.
Damn, he was craving some take out.
As Jimin unlocked his phone to order in some of that fried chicken he had talked about earlier that week, he smiled a bit.
Maybe this experiment wasn’t going to suck after all?
-
Jin unlocked Jimin’s door with his spare key, not even bothering to announce his visit beforehand. Jimin knew he would be coming over that Sunday, he just never told him the time.
“I hope you’re decent, cause I brought that fried chicken you wanted!” He called out, waving the take out bag back and forth in the air. He could hear the sound of the television, but Jimin didn’t call back to him.
Maybe he didn’t hear him?
After taking his shoes off, Jin turned the corner and walked into the living room. Only for his jaw to drop.
There, asleep on the couch in front of the TV was a chubby, greasy, beer bellied man that only at second glance you would recognize as Jimin. Boxes and bags of old take out piled around the couch and empty pint glasses cluttered the table, all stained dark blue.
Jimin was snoring, one hand in an empty bucket of what used to be popcorn chicken, the other resting on the crest of his new bulging belly.
Jin gulped down saliva as he shamelessly stared a his now fat friend who looked like he had just walked right out of his wettest of dreams.
How did this happen?
How did Jimin get so fat in only a week?
Jin investigated the apartment, quickly and silently prowling the place to find clues.
First was the take out. Could a side effect of the serum be an increased appetite?
Then he noticed the amount of empty beer bottles. Way more than Jin had calculated Jimin would need. He must’ve ran out and ordered more… but why would Jimin be drinking more than he told him to?
And finally, the missing puzzle piece.
The bottle of serum, empty, open and on its side.
Jin’s eyes bugged out. That bottle was supposed to last a month! Not a week!
What the fuck have I done to my friend?! Jin thought guiltily. Jimin had always been the one of the friend group to care the most about his appearance. Once he realized how chubby he’d grown he’d have a total breakdown!
Jin took a few deep breaths. It was time to face the music. He had to apologize to Jimin for this whole experience, it was his serum’s fault after all.
Shaking Jimin’s plush shoulder Jin called out to his friend. “Jiminie? Come on. Wake up.”
With a snort, Jimin groaned as he woke up. Instinctively, he pawed around in the empty chicken bucket, fishing for more to eat and grumbled when he didn’t feel anything.
“Wha-?” Jimin rubbed sleep from his eyes before focusing on Jin’s form in front of him. “Oh, hey Jin.”
“H-Hey, Jimin.” Jin smiled shakily at him. “Listen… I had no idea that the serum would uhm, do this to you. If I knew this was a side effect, I would never have involved you in the experiment!”
Jimin scratched his basketball sized gut in confusion. “Uh, what are you talking about Jin? You’re losing me here.”
Jin pointed at his round belly before gesturing at all the trash around the room. “This! This! And all of this! My serum obviously has some major side effects that I had no idea about. And I’m incredibly sorry that you had to find out this way, but please forgive me for ruining your body. I’ll… I’ll hire a personal trainer for you! Just don’t hate me!”
Jimin burst out laughing at that. “Jin! You’re a real idiot if you think I’d ever hate you.” He smiled up at him from his seated position. “In fact, you’ve done me a favor. You see I accidentally used more drops than needed, but dude! It tastes incredible! I’ve been chugging the stuff all week.”
“But your body… obviously the serum isn’t good for you! Why would you keep drinking it?”
“Cause it feels good, duh. I mean, normally I’d be freaking out right now. Look at me! I’m huge!” He smacked the side of his round gut before soothing the pink spot with a caress. “But, once this thing started to grow bigger and bigger and just wouldn’t stop, I realized that it kind of feels good?”
Jimin spaced out for a second rubbing his belly, allowing Jin to really take in the situation.
Obviously Jimin was hooked on the effects of the serum. The taste was addictive if using more than directed, which Jin would have to fix before continuing the experiment.
But.
What if he didn’t fix it?
Jimin wasn’t mad. He wasn’t even neutral. He was happy with his mental and physical changes.
What if, instead of fixing it, Jin made it worse?
Jin had never been very strong against temptation, and the hazy eyed, beer gutted, greasy faced Jimin was temptation incarnate.
“I…” was he really going to do this? “I see you’re out of serum?”
“Oh.” Jimin startled out of his daze. “Yeah, I just used the last of it. Do you have any more? I’ve kind of been using more of it than I should.”
Jin made up his mind. “Oh, that? That’s totally fine. In fact, the more you use the better! As long as you make sure to drink it with meals, the heavier and greasier the better. It’s a science thing, don’t worry about the specifics of it.”
“Oh, well it’s a good thing I’ve been eating so much lately.” Jimin chuckled. “Speaking of, I’m kinda hungry. Jin, can you order me more chicken? It’s all I’ve been craving lately.”
“Sure. I’ll get you some more.” He wondered if what he was doing was technically considered manipulation or if he was the one being manipulated here? “As long as you keep using the serum.”
Jimin laughed. “I don’t think I could stop using it if I tried!”
-
Jin spent a lot of his time at Jimin’s place now that the experiment had changed. Jimin was too busy stuffing himself to take notes, so Jin found that he had to take up that burden instead.
It wasn’t so bad though. It allowed Jin the excuse to weigh and measure his friend’s progress.
And progress he did! Jimin had grown slobbier and fatter the more of the serum he ingested, and Jin made sure he drank his fill.
If there was any part of the ball bellied man that cared about his weight before Jin had inserted himself, then that part was long gone.
In fact, Jimin seemed to revel in his newfound obesity. When he wasn’t eating or chugging serum laden beer, he was petting his huge, spherical gut. Patting his love handles, pinching his tits and fingering his deepening belly button.
His body had become his playground, and Jin had taken advantage yet again of Jimin’s altered state for his own pleasure.
“Looks like you can’t reach anymore…” Jin stated one day, watching a now very fat Jimin struggle to reach around the front of his gut to play with his belly button.
Jimin panted and grunted as he wrapped his flabby arms around his belly and strained to make his fingers meet. “I just- uuuuuurp!- need a little -ffffft- help!”
Jin smiled serenely at the struggling slob in front of him. “I can do it for you?”
Jimin gave up, slumping back onto the messy couch that he was taking up more and more of by the day. “You would?”
Jin reached out slowly, pressing his palm to the front of Jimin’s belly and began to slowly rub the taut flesh. “I can do this whenever you want.” His index finger slipped into Jimin’s damp, sweaty belly button, sinking into the last knuckle.
Both men let out moans, gazing at each other hotly.
This was the turning point.
-
Jimin felt his stomach swell with each gulp of eighty percent beer, twenty percent serum that slid through the funnel attached to his mouth.
Jin had decided a few weeks ago to yet again increase the amount of serum that he drank, quickly moving from drops to splashes to entire vials.
Now, Jimin settled in for the next approximate ten minutes of being fed the addictive elixir by Jin.
Meanwhile, Jin poured pint after pint of tampered beer down the funnel and into his friend. He sometimes wished that he had more than two arms, one to hold the funnel, the second to pour the glasses and the third to feel Jimin’s stomach gurgle and swell with each gulp.
The man’s belly was the size of a large yoga ball and only growing bigger. It was Jin’s pride and joy. It sat on the coffee table now, pushing out past Jimin’s flabby knees.
Jin was never sure what percentage of Jimin’s gut was beer and food or pure fat these days, since they tried to keep Jimin stuffed close to 24/7.
But did it matter though? Did anything matter anymore? As long as Jimin kept growing, both men were content with the way that things were.
Jin got off on watching his friend's snowballing obesity break him down and Jimin got off on swelling larger and larger faster than logically possibly.
It had been about a week since Jimin had last managed to stand, his massive gut too heavy to allow mobility. Jin had celebrated that discovery by stuffing four buckets of fried chicken and two liters of serum laden cola into Jimin. Both of them panting and grinding on his hanging belly.
Suddenly there was a cracking noise.
Jin and Jimin stared at each other before looking towards the coffee table that his belly had been resting on. It had snapped in half under the weight of all his fat and bloat.
Jimin's eyes rolled into the back of his head and he moaned.
"J-Jin, you made me so -hic- f-fucking fat." Jimin trembled in excitement, his body spilling over the ends of the couch.
"I did, didn't I..." Jin breathed before grinning. "And I'll make you the fattest man alive if it's the last thing I do."
Jimin moaned as the funnel entered his lips again.
Straight serum proceeded to pour down his throat.
This is the life... Was Jimin's last coherent thought before he lost himself to the pleasure of complete and perpetual growth.
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Sorry ya'll, but this is my last entry into the event. Life hit me hard and I wasn't able to fulfill every prompt in time despite having ideas for them all. T_T
Hopefully I can still write them up and post them in the future!
Kudos and many thanks to @cherry-coke-yoongi for hosting and planning this event! You sparked so much creativity in everyone participating!
Namjoon parked in the empty lot in front of the massive, ancient manor he’d been told to go to.
He had won an item at a conservation auction last month benefiting marine life and was now attending the promised fall dinner.
He only knew his host by the mysterious name of SOPE, that being what they signed off as via their correspondences. Of which were sent by snail mail for some reason.
Namjoon imagined an elderly man or woman toddling around a vintage looking kitchen preparing some stew, a loaf of bread and pumpkin pie all from scratch. It would explain the old house and the outdated way of communication at least?
With wholesome thoughts of sweet old people and yummy food dancing through his mind, Namjoon made his way to the huge mansion and knocked using the honestly kinda creepy looking door knocker.
Knock, knock, knock!
There was a few seconds of silence before the door slowly creaked open, allowing Namjoon entry.
“Thank you for-“ Namjoon halted his sentence at the lack of human presence.
Who had opened the door for him?
Maybe it’s hydraulic? He rationalized. It must be hooked up to a button or switch further into the house! So that that little old person doesn’t have to struggle to open those massive doors!
Yes. That’s it. Nothing weird or creepy about this at all.
Shaking off his creeping sense of dread, Namjoon wandered further into the manor.
As he walked towards certain paths, candles flickered to life, guiding his way presumably to where his host wanted him to go.
“And this is just hyper realistic, motion activated electric candles!” He laughed anxiously to himself.
Eventually, the guiding lights took him to a lavish dining room, fit for a king. A long table filled what space wasn’t occupied with paintings and statues.
Only the head of the table was set with an embroidered placemat, fine china and more utensils than Namjoon expected.
He figured his host was on the older side, but this set up was straight out of the 1800’s!
Now solidly uncomfortable by his surroundings and the lacking presence of this SOPE character, Namjoon stood awkwardly in the entrance to the dining room.
Closing his eyes and rubbing his temples Namjoon reassured himself that everything was going to be fine and this was all a temporary occurrence.
Namjoon lowered his hands and opened his eyes only to let out a manly scream as the sight of a smiling young man’s face appeared way too close to his own visage.
“Who the hell?!”
The young man lifted his palm to his mouth, shoulders shaking as he giggled silently.
Namjoon chuckled awkwardly back, stepping to the side to make space between them. “You must be, uh, SOPE?”
The man nodded. Was he mute? Namjoon didn’t know any sign language other than ‘thank you’. This was going to be a disaster.
“Is… the feast ready? I can wait a little longer if I’m too early?”
Why did you offer that, Namjoon?! Idiot! The last thing he wanted was to stay here any longer than necessary.
The silent man shook his head aggressively before motioning for Namjoon to take a seat at the head of the table. He made a shooing gesture with his hands towards the grand and decorated dining chair.
“Okay, okay! It’s ready then! I’ll take a seat.”
Namjoon lowered himself into the cushioned chair and almost sank into the surprising softness of the plush seat.
Okay, maybe this wasn’t so bad…
It was then that a mirage of food bloomed into existence before him, filling the table to bursting with succulent meats, steaming slices of bread, creamy soups and tankards of dark beer.
Just as he was about to panic and leap out of the unrealisticly comfortable chair, the scent of the food filled Namjoon’s nostrils. A flood of dopamine hit his synapses, activating neurons and triggering a rush of serotonin.
It. Smelled. Divine.
Namjoon’s skinny ass flopped back down into his seat like a puppet with cut strings. Before he knew it he was reaching for what looked like a cartoonishly large leg of mutton and tearing into it like a man starved.
His host stood next to him, soundlessly clapping his hands in delight as Namjoon thoughtlessly glutted himself on at first the leg of meat, then a bowl of mashed potatoes, then an entire plate of dinner rolls…
The thought of stopping his binge crossed his mind, it was only with the idea of glugging down a pint of beer before moving on to the next silver platter of food.
Meat juices, rich sauces and trails of buttery grease dropped down Namjoon’s chin and neck eventually dirtying the collar of his fancy button up shirt.
But Namjoon didn’t notice. He didn’t notice his tightening belt, his cushier bottom, his slovenly behavior.
The only time he stopped his out of control feasting was to let loose deep, wet belches before diving back in.
His silent host merely watched on the sidelines as Namjoon made a gluttonous mess of himself, growing slobbier and gassier as he went.
It was only when Namjoon decided “fuck it” and lifted a now plusher cheek to let rip a brassy fart that the noise broke him out of his feeding frenzy.
“Wha-?” Before Namjoon could question why his shirt and pants felt like they were seconds away from bursting at the seams, his host shoved a spoonful of heavenly soup, so thick and creamy that it should be called a stew.
He moaned, eyes glazing over before he took the large soup bowl and chugged.
Each gulp pushed his potbelly out further and further until his buttons began to ping off of his shirt and bounce off the bottom of the table.
If he could see himself now, Namjoon would have been appalled. His once athletic, toned body ruined in less than twenty minutes by a feast that never seemed to grow any smaller no matter how much he consumed.
But he didn’t stop. Couldn’t stop.
More and more food slid down his gullet, making his second chin bob with each swallow.
His belly grew taut and round, his rear end wide and swollen.
Riiiiiiip!
There went the seat of his dress slacks.
Creeeeeak… Snap!
Namjoon grunted as the tightness of his nicest belt disappeared, allowing his bare gut to roll forward onto his lap and hit the edge of the table.
His carefully curated outfit was tearing to pieces around his ballooning body, sloughing off him in shreds.
A flabby arm reached out for another morsel, but before he could reach his next target, Namjoon’s sausage fingers were halted. Looking down hazily, Namjoon saw his big belly had pushed him away from the table far enough that the fat man could no longer reach his precious food.
Namjoon shifted a bit in his seat, intending on standing a bit to attempt to grab another plate, but once again his plans were foiled, this time by his large ass having wedged itself stuck between the arms of his chair.
He grunted and wiggled and stretched towards the table but to no avail.
Just as Namjoon felt he was about to cry from hunger, a hand shoved a bun into his mouth for him to eat.
Now this was more like it! No more having to move to eat, which was quickly becoming more and more exhausting to do with his flabby arms.
Namjoon moaned between bites as his host shoveled more food into his mouth. His growth sped up with the faster, more efficient feeding. His body swelled with fat, weighing him down. It was very likely that he wouldn’t be able to walk on his own by this point.
Strangely, Namjoon deep down in his flavor blasted mind noticed that his chair was significantly wider than it was in the beginning. A tight fit, but surprisingly manageable.
His host pulled back every now and then for Namjoon to burp and make room for more of the feast, almost seeming to revel in the warmth of the gas hitting him obnoxiously.
Namjoon, far gone at this point, didn’t even notice when a second pair of hands began to explore his obese body. The cold fingers rubbed and caressed his fat sides, his sagging ass cheeks, his plump tits.
Pleasure swelled in him, not just from the taste of the food, but from the second person’s ministrations. They were growing bold in their touch, groping and gripping and tugging.
It was a hard slap on his boulder of a gut that finally woke Namjoon up completely from his daze.
Cock hard, body softer than it’s ever been, Namjoon stared in shock at his new, shapeless form.
“What did you do to me?!” He cried out in disbelief. His host only smiled ear to ear at him.
The second pair of hands came back to his belly, rubbing out an unexpected belch. Namjoon turned his pudgy back as far as it could go to discover a second man with cat like eyes kneading out more and more sounds from him.
“Wh- uuuuurp! Why?! What even- this isn’t possible! I wa- frrrrrrt! wasn’t so big before!” He stuttered out in between expelling flatulence and other unsavory gases.
His hosts smirked in unison before the smiley one brought more food to his lips, this time a chocolate truffle.
“No- no! No more! I’m already so-“
He moaned sensually as the chocolate was shoved between his thick greasy lips and melted on his tongue.
The haze was back and worse than ever because this time it felt like Namjoon was having an out of body experience.
He watched from a third person point of view, completely disassociated from the experience as his body shook in pleasure as it was stuffed by both silent creatures.
He grew fatter and slobbier with each bite before eventually an orgasm ripped through his blob-like body. Namjoon jiggled like a bowl of jello, snorting like a prized hog between bites of dessert.
Namjoon’s conscious mind felt itself slipping as the realization that this wasn’t temporary, that it wasn’t going to stop hit him.
There was no way out.
A smile slipped onto Namjoon’s blubbery face as his fat cheeks pushed his eyes closed.
Temporary immobility, stuffing, butter eating, big sizes, slight gas.
Yoongi loved food.
All food. Good, bad, mediocre.
As long as he could eat it, it was in his belly.
It wasn’t always like this, back when he was younger and had a better metabolism he would just pick at his food, not really interested in things like flavor or texture. But as soon as he hit age thirty, suddenly his appetite skyrocketed while his metabolism nose dived.
Now, over twice the size he used to be, with his lower belly, thighs and ass soaking up the majority of the weight, Yoongi couldn’t stop himself from eating everything put in front of him.
And boy did he always have food available, thanks to his younger culinarily inclined roommate, Jungkook.
The boy loved to cook and was even in school to become a pastry chef. So when he needed someone to eat his mistakes or left overs, he just put them within reaching distance of Yoongi and by the end of the hour they were digesting in his big doughy stomach, turning the empty calories into more and more fat cells ready to settle into his wide body.
Exams were coming up and Jungkook was practicing like crazy. Even Yoongi with his bottomless appetite and stretched out stomach could barely keep up.
Yoongi hiccupped as he felt his belly balloon even further, full of Jungkook’s never ending macaroons, eclairs and croissants. Today had been challenging for them both.
Jungkook, despite his perfect scores all year, was panicking over his dessert execution. And Yoongi was struggling to keep up with his roommates rejected batches.
Could he just put them in the fridge for later, give himself time to digest? Well, yes. But Yoongi was thinking with his taste buds at the moment so the thought never even crossed his mind.
The obese man sees food, food goes in belly. Simple as that.
Yoongi’s thick fingers shove more sugary desserts into his fat face, getting cream and crumbs all over his chins and shirt.
As the volume of food in his belly increased, so too did the strain of keeping up with the stream of baked goods. Yoongi broke out into a sweat, coloring his already dirty, too small T-shirt with sweat stains under his pits, neck rolls and flabby breasts.
He was struggling but the sheer volume of food in him formed a warm tingling sensation that only grew more pleasurable as he over indulged. His gut, when empty, was already large enough to more than cover his knees while sitting, now hung low only a couple inches away from both the hardwood floor and the pushed out coffee table as he stuffed it further.
His huge thighs were pushed apart in an attempt to make room for his pendulous belly to grow, but their sheer size made it so that they still touched no matter how wide he split them apart. The insides of where his thighs and crotch met was perpetually rubbed red from the friction of waddling around while being so fucking overweight.
Yoongi knew he was out of control, but he just couldn’t stop himself anymore. Food tasted so good, being stuffed felt so good, growing bigger made him feel happy.
Last he had weighed himself, he was creeping up on five hundred pounds. Yoongi couldn’t help but wonder if he’d hit that milestone yet. Or maybe even passed it?
“Here, Hyung! I totally fucked these up, I accidentally put double the sugar into them cause I wasn’t thinking.” Jungkook placed a bowl of thick frosting in front of Yoongi on the coffee table. “I’ve gotta go check the cake in the oven and make a new batch. Enjoy!”
Yoongi couldn’t even get a word in before the younger man was off like a shot back into the kitchen.
Mentally shrugging, he eagerly reached for the bowl of frosting but-
He couldn’t reach it.
Jungkook had placed it too far away from him. Probably because the side tables that were easier to reach were all covered with empty and dirty dishes.
Yoongi huffed in annoyance before rocking his large wobbling body back and forth before attempting a second reach.
His chubby fingers graze the edge of the bowl before the bulk of his bloated gut forced his out of shape body back into a reclined position.
That’s fine then, he’ll just stand up and grab it.
Gripping the right side of the two person couch his lower half now completely filled up, Yoongi rocked a few times again before gaining the momentum to stand up.
Except instead he plopped back down on the couch causing it to creak ominously.
A loud belch was jostled out of him from the impact, startling himself.
What?
He was stuck?
Yoongi had eaten too much food it seemed and was so full and heavy that his center of gravity changed temporarily. Standing seemed to be impossible without assistance for now.
Time to call in reinforcements.
“Jungkook! Kookie! I need you for a bit!”
Yoongi felt kind of pathetic, having to beg his younger roommate to help his fat ass grow fatter. But that frosting, so thick it looked like play dough, was calling to him.
“What, Hyung?! I’m a little busy right now!”
“I can’t reach the frosting, I’m too fat!”
In for a penny, in for a pound.
It took a couple minutes but Jungkook eventually made his way back to the living room. He blinked a couple times as he looked, really looked, at his roommate for the first time in months.
“Oh wow, you’re not kidding… since when did you get so big?”
Yoongi gave him a flat expression. How did the kid not realize Yoongi had blown up over the last few months of his kitchen experiments?
“Since you started freaking out about finals. Now help me get the frosting, I’m starving.”
It wasn’t true. Yoongi was stuffed to the brim with sugar, his upper belly rock hard, sensitive and flushed pink, but his brain told him he needed more, more, more.
Jungkook poked and prodded various parts of Yoongi’s fat body, as if inspecting the damage his cooking did to his Hyung.
“Wow, your tits are bigger than my ex-girlfriend’s!”
“Aish, enough of that you brat.” Yoongi swatted his hand away from pinching his perpetually hard nipples. “Make yourself useful and give me the frosting already.”
“Fine, fine. Here you go.”
Now with the mixing bowl in hand, Yoongi didn’t even bother with the spoon Jungkook handed him and began eating the frosting with his chubby hands.
The frosting really was dough like from all the extra sugar. Very convenient if you asked Yoongi.
Jungkook watched in amusement and vague disgust as his older roommate made a pig of himself. Yoongi’s chins and jowls made his breathing sort of sound like snorting, so the comparison wasn’t inaccurate.
Yoongi suddenly moaned, his belly slowly extending further towards the floor.
Wow thats weird. Jungkook stared.
“Do… do you want more?” Jungkook offered hesitantly.
Yoongi grunted what Jungkook assumed was an affirmative.
Soon the bowl was empty and Yoongi’s stomach was screaming at him in both pain and pleasure.
He trembled from the pressure in his belly, damn he needed a belly rub…
“Jungkook! Where are you?!” Yoongi realized his audience was gone. “I need you to rub my stomach.”
Jungkook popped out around the corner with a platter of what looked like… sticks of butter? “Gross Hyung. You know I’m not gay.”
“It’s not gay.” Yoongi rolled his eyes. “Just rub my- wait, what’s that?”
“Butter.”
“I know, dummy, but what are you doing with it?”
Jungkook smirked. “Feeding it to you!”
Yoongi paused and thought about it. He was already morbidly obese and unhealthy in a multitude of ways. He logically knew that eating the butter would wreck havoc on his system at best, but would consuming pure fat taste good? He needed to know.
“Fine. You can feed me the butter.”
“Hell yeah!”
“Why are you so excited about this? You’re not like, getting off on this are you?” Yoongi felt a little like a hypocrite by accusing him of that, when he himself found an odd sort of pleasure from this.
“Nah, I don’t swing that way, and even if I did you’re more like a brother to me than anything. I’m just curious. Never seen anyone eat straight butter before!”
Yoongi attempted to cross his arms, but the flabby limbs were too large to fully cross so he gave up.
“Fine, but you have to rub my belly as you feed me, or I won’t let you.”
“Deal.”
They shook hands on it.
What followed was the most erotic thing Yoongi had ever experienced.
Jungkook expertly kneaded his immense spread of belly fat like it was the bread dough he made every day. His fingers were dexterous, so similar to how Yoongi’s used to look hundreds of pounds ago. Yoongi grunted and groaned between the burps that Jungkook massaged out of him.
Good, he’s making room for the butter. Jungkook thought, mostly unbothered by the gas.
It was only after Yoongi’s flushed face turned red after he let out an unexpected rumbling fart that Jungkook decided he’d made enough room for the ten sticks of butter to enter his friend.
“Here you go, Hyung. The first one.”
Yoongi obediently opened his mouth for the first stick and took a bite out of the offered treat. Half the stick was now in his mouth, melting. It was salted butter it seemed. Yoongi would need a drink to wash it all down soon.
Chewing butter was weird, he decided. It was hard, mushy and slimey all at once. The experience should have ended there, with his curiosity. But the grossness of the butter was soon pushed to the back of his mind as he swallowed. The fatty bar had mostly turned to liquid in his mouth, and as the grease slid down his gullet Yoongi’s brain couldn’t help but wonder just how much fatter the entire tray would make him?
Jungkook laughed before feeding him the rest of the first stick.
It went down faster this time, as Yoongi was more focused on the action of eating than the sensation or experience.
The next two bars were eaten in a similar manner, liquid butter was dribbling out of the corners of his mouth and down into the rolls of his neck.
Jungkook was in awe of his obese Hyung. He wasn’t really into fat dudes, but something about feeding Yoongi pure fat and playing with his gelatinous gut like this kinda felt nice. Therapeutic?
Was force feeding your already fat roommate literal lard considered a war crime? He wondered deliriously.
Yoongi was now taking three bites per stick by the fifth one. He slowed down in his gluttony as his belly filled up once more.
It hurt again now, and the hiccups came back.
“M-Moh behry -hic!- wubs… pleashe.” Yoongi slurred while chewing the sixth stick of butter
Jungkook didn’t need to say anything as he held the seventh stick up to Yoongi’s plush lips with one hand and pressed into his doughy belly again with the other.
Yoongi moaned, sweating hard now as he slurped up the seventh stick and swallowed with minimal chewing.
It wasn’t even about curiosity anymore.
Yoongi just needed to eat. To consume. To put more calories into his body.
Whatever it took.
Eyes half lidded, Yoongi grunted something unintelligible at Jungkook and suddenly the eighth stick of butter was in his mouth.
He automatically chewed and swallowed, butter squirting out of his greasy lips and onto his ruined shirt.
Jungkook dabbed his palm into the butter stain and used the grease to better rub Yoongi’s belly with. The older man was filling up even more than he was before he started rubbing. Peaking down to where his massive belly hung over the couch, Jungkook saw only a couple centimeters of space sat between the cold flooring and the saggy bottom of Yoongi’s gut.
Jungkook grinned, something nasty in him stirring. He wanted them to make contact so badly. To see the look on Yoongi’s face when he realizes just how massive he’d grown. To know how far gone he is.
The ninth stick took four bites, the globs of fat mushing in between his teeth.
Yoongi panted and moaned in discomfort. His thick arms hugged the sides of his belly, too fat and too short to reach around the mountain of his gut.
He tried to press his hands into the sides of his beanbag sized belly but he was so fat that all he could do was squish it around uselessly.
Giving up, he set his palms onto the sides of his vastly bloated thighs and began squeezing them for comfort.
Jungkook watched greedily as his Hyung groped himself desperately, snorting and moaning and sweating like a pig.
It was strangely exhilarating knowing that it was his own doing that made him into this. This obese hog of a man.
The tenth and final stick of butter breached Yoongi’s lips slowly, sensually.
Half way through the stick Yoongi started shaking.
He quivered as he palmed and gripped at the sides of his beyond swollen gut, unable to do anything to help the sensation of pure fullness.
The last bite he let sit in his mouth until it was fully liquid. Yoongi then let the butter trickle down his throat, letting gravity do the work he himself couldn’t anymore.
Ten sticks of butter.
Downed.
Jungkook stared in awe as Yoongi gasped and squirmed before freezing, a shocked expression on his fat face.
Jungkook threw himself to the floor and ducked his head.
There it was, the bottom of Yoongi’s flab had finally rested itself on the cold, hard floor. Jungkook excitedly popped back up.
“You got so big, Hyung! Your belly’s touching the floor!”
Yoongi froze, reality crashing over his fucked up state of mind.
He was a super morbidly obese, temporarily(?) immobile, gluttonous excuse of a man, who’s belly has sagged so low that it has now begun to rest on the floor.
His cheeks reddened as hot humiliation flooded his butter filled system. Fuck he was so fat.
“Don’t worry, Hyung, I've decided that even if you become immobile, I’ll help you out.” Jungkook couldn’t help but offer. “You won’t have to lift a finger!”
Did Yoongi want that though? His temporary immobility was one thing, but the way that Jungkook was talking it felt like he was aiming for something more permanent?
Whatever it was, Yoongi no longer had the self control to say no.
“M’kay.” He mumbled.
“I'd prefer a yes or no from you, Hyung.”
Yoongi’s eyes glistened as he wiggled in place attempting to see if he could stand or not.
Nope, he was too heavy.
Fuck it.
“Yes… I want it.”
“Want what? Use your words.” Jungkook began rubbing his overstuffed belly again.
“Yes! -URRRRRRP- I wanna get so much fatter! M-Make me immobile, please, Jungkook.”
“Sure. I’ll help then.” Jungkook smiled at the pathetic display in front of him. “You must be thirsty, I’ll go grab you some soda.”
Yoongi’s face heated up even more, a blooming warmth flooding his body.
Hello all active members of the BTS Weight Gain Slash Feedism Community! 🌟
You all may have seen the notices about Tumblr’s newest creation, The Community Pages. I haven’t seen anyone make one for our little hedonistic corner of the internet yet, so I went ahead and made one myself!
It is a private community, so therefore it is unfortunately invite only. If you want to check it out please feel free to message me or a moderator for an invite link!
Folks will be accepted if they have a profile picture and name other than the default, have been shown to have interacted with content related to K-Pop weight gain in the past, whether making their own content, liking it or reblogging it, and have their age in their profile or a Carrd. The Community is labeled Mature due to obvious reasons, so only those 18+ (or pretending to be) will be accepted.
Warning though, Tumblr has made it so that only main or primary blogs (not secondary or side) can participate. Because of this not only will you see my main masquerading as pudgecuddles on there, but you will also not be able to join as your side blog if that’s the one you use most frequently here.
So please only join in you feel comfortable outing yourself to other members of the community as your main account. I trust and feel comfy with y’all knowing who I am, so it’s not a big deal for me personally, however I know some folks here feel differently and that’s okay!
(If you’re a main blog that has no BTS WG content on it, but want to join, just let us know your side blog handle and we’ll check that one instead.)
Honestly, all I ask is that you spread the word of this Community being a thing through reblogging this post.
I have never asked anyone to reblog anything I’ve posted in my life, cause I’ve always found organic interaction to be most fulfilling, but I’m doing it now because that’s the only way to get the word out there to folks that I don’t know yet, that may be active and enthusiastic members of the unofficial community that want to find like minded individuals.
My only Mod at this point is @tae156 so please contact them or me about joining. 😊 I promise we’re friendly!
And hey, thank you for reading this crazy long post. You’re a rockstar! 🤘
