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! 🤘
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It’s been so long since I’ve been on here and idk if I’ll be posting anything anytime soon cause uni is definitely taking up my time but I’ll def be lurking a bit more
this is my first time writing something feedism related + my first post on tumblr so DO NOT expect anything good („• ᴗ •„)
tags - taejoon, bp taehyung, dry humping, belly humping, big namjoon, soft dom namjoon, power bottom taehyung
so tāehyung and nāmjoōn are a couple with a huge size difference joon is 500 pounds while taehyung is a bit chubby but still somewhat flexible. nāmjoōn obviously loves food so on some nights, he just eats and eats and eats like there's no tomorrow. taehyung always gets so wet when he sees how namjoon gorges himself like a pig and as hot as that is, when he's done nāmjoon won't be able to fuck him because his huge double belly is in the way poor nāmjoōn and his useless, dangling cock :( but they are super horny rn and i dont like edging so i present to you- "belly fucking"
just imagine tāe rubbing his cute chubby pussy on nāmjoōns huge, taut gut. even though the fact that tae has to use joōns belly to get off because he can't reach his cock is hot, as good as it feels, it's a super inefficient way off getting off so tae would literally be crying at the 30 minute mark. from pleasure and from a bit of pain from not cumming
and of couse my boy namjoon, he'd just be letting out the deepest belches because of the way tae humps him. its feels like the best belly rub in the world! plus his cock is getting rubbed from his belly so he's feeling good too
and after like 35 minutes they cum and then aftercare and cuddle and sleep
i had a dream where instead of voodoo dolls, i had different shaped and painted jars with names on them and the deal was that if i pour any berverage on it, the person would chug it magically and their tummy will grow full of it by second
and this person, let's name it X, was a bit grumpy so what i did was pour whisky on their jar, making them shut up and taste the liquid down their throat. their tummy expanded a bit and that had me completely gone to the point i started to pour full beer cans into their jar, and they tummy grew rapidly. it quickly became a gut that pushed against their t-shirt that rode up with each gulp.
they were a gassy mess, dumbed with the only purpose of getting their belly full. so i gave them something to eat (cheese) while i chugged more and more beer inside their jar till all they can do is beg for more and ask for belly rubs
That’s hot!!!! Imagine a naughty boy doing that to his Hyung’s when he got a little angry with them. I know two Maknaes jars that would be filled significantly. 🫠🍻
they were more caring at first, just pouring water inside them knowing how much they tend to forget to stay hidrated while working,
but soon th overfilled nj's jar by mistake by pouring the whole bottle, bloating the poor boy to the brim till the button of his jeans popped and the sound of it hitting the ground can be hear in one of his demos.
he promised not to do it again, but he was curious so he started pouring different berverages like shakes and strawberry milk
and obviously, guided by his love of feeding jm, he started the habit of pouring chocolate flavoured milkshakes inside his jar every morning he overslept, always causing jm to wake up bloated along his already puffy face
he's so clingy when sleep still clings on him that th rubs his belly when they cuddle, and jm just curls into his arms at the faint sound of his digesting belly
it just took a couple of weeks for his pajama top to expose his belly hang, he works out nonstop and he doesn't know why his belly just keeps growing into a bulging gut
th blushes every morning at the sight of his belly and cheers his sleepy best friend by worshiping his bigger frame, already plotting what should he pour in the jar tomorrow
On days when th knows that they have time off the next day he gets done if the jars and fills it with alcohol so they are all beer bloated but also swaying around even from the morning drunk. This allows th to manipulate his friends into what he wants them to do. “Bbq?” He’s excited to get them all today and feasting on food.
The boys start to whine that their pants are tight but Tae still encourages them to suck it up, helping them all button their pants, which definitely burst off while they are out for food, embarrassing them.
one morning jm wakes up before him, and fakes asleep when th walks by. he quickly but quietly gets up and makes his way to the door to see th with a big brick of milk that he expertedly pours into jk's jar along a spoonful of a mysterious powder.
he walks away and soon a loud burp is heard at the end of the hall, jk appearing rubbing the sleep from his eyes as his underbelly peaks under his t-shirt asking for something to eat.
sk takes care of him and as jm is still to connect the dots, th shows up with another brick, this time a chocolate milkshake. "my j¡minie's gonna be so content," he sing-songs as he pours it.
jm watches with wide eyes, tasting the berverage down his throat. the sweet flavour mixen with something different, something that has his belly bulguing out further and spilling out his pajama pants.
he takes his hands to the sides of his belly and blushes fiercely, soon openning the door wide to shout at his best friend "YAH, KIM TÆHY–BWOOoOUUUuuUuRP !"
th jolts, quickly smirking at him as the belches come out uncontrolably. he might have gotten caught, but this is just the start.
It takes jm a little while to recover enough to go to the Hyung’s and explain what he saw. At first the boys don’t think anything of it, gaslighting jm into feeling like he’s over reacting.
But a week later he is awoken on the morning of a proper shoot with a bloated tummy so round, he looks like he might be with child. His face and cheeks so chubby he looks like a middle schooler again and he knows th is to blame when he sees the younger lying next to him in bed, rubbing his gut in a mesmerised trance.
“I guess chocolate gainer shakes just don’t agree with you jm-inie…” th smiles evilly, looking up to his friend. He knew that they had an important schedule today… he did this to jm on purpose, and jm is furious, but can’t really sob because the others don’t believe Tae would do such a thing.
“Even when I only gave you 4…” Tae cackled, his hands shaking Jimin’s sloshy belly more and the liquid from the jar stirred in him. There was no way this was disappearing before the shoot.
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Happy Halloween! It’s sadly the last day of chubtober.
This is a year long story I had promised to @soft-bellied-tannies. I apologise that it took me so very long but I wanted it to not suck 100%. I hope this is okay at least for your amazing prompt.
Anyway, this is the prompt given, which was soooooo good! Totally up my alley.
“It's OT7 w/ Jimin focus. OT6 is a witch coven that offers a service of meeting people's deepest desires. Someone else asks for a kidnapping and force feeding with a magical influence to increase their stomach limitations in the moment. Human Jimin is accidentally in the pick up location and is grabbed by mistake and stuffed against his will. They compliment his acting skills and he says it's because it wasn't acting and they realize it was the wrong person. They think Jimin is going to report them from misuse of magic, but he actually asks when they could do it again because he was super into it.”
"Mails here!" Seokjin called as he entered the large sitting room, just off to the side of the front door. His coven, despite having a huge manor, loved spending time in the sitting room, doing their own thing while enjoying one another's company.
"Oh anything interesting Hyungie?" Taehyung skipped over, having been the only one without an activity. He preferred to join others on their own.
He only asked, knowing the boy hadn't opened any yet, because Jin's special ability allowed him to see glimpses of the coming future. It wasn't very specific, nor was it always accurate, but it was still a good gift to have on top of the basics.
It normally happened with touch and extreme concentration, but the boys loved when he would tell them their next client, maybe even get a glimpse of the person.
"Uh wait." Hoseok said waving his hands just before Jin could start speaking. "You know you need the practice Hyung." The sweet witch smiled at his eldest friend. Hobi was always on the boys for constantly practising their powers, but they knew that he just wanted the best for them.
"Fine." Jin sighed, letting the fire mage take the paper and read the instructions before Jin's prediction. He did have to admit, with Hoseok's help he was getting much better at prediction.
Jin closed his eyes and used his memory to remember the flashes he saw of the letter. "Blonde hair..." Was the first glimpse Jin got. He could seen the fluffy shaggy cut of the man head from behind. "Soft skin." The vision trailed over the side of the face, making Seokjin like his own lips.
"Red coat." That was a key hint. Sometimes he only ever got short looks at peoples features, which was ok, but not as obvious as clothing, especially when they were bold and bright pieces.
And finally, "The alley behind The Pavilion house," Jin smiled and opened his eyes, proud of his foresight and by the looks of his friends' faces, they too were proud.
"Good job Hyung." Hoseok smiled and patted his back while a chorus of similar expressions from the others rang in the background.
"He's a cutie too." Jin shrugged bashfully. "I think we might really enjoy this one." The person in his vision was exactly all of their types.
"Really?" Jungkook perked up as well, sitting in the chair with Taehyung who had rested himself sideways on Jungkook's lap.
"Absolutely." Jin smiled. Turning to Hoseok as he had finally sat back down next to Namjoon and opened the letter.
"Hyung was right." He beamed. "The Pavilion house, Friday night at 1:30am." He explained the details that Jin couldn't really pick up on with just a vision. "Blonde hair, fit body, red coat." Was all the description given.
Hoseok skimmed a little further and then cracked a devilish smile, bringing the others to the edge of their seats, waiting for him to spill the news. "Oh, we are going to love this one..."
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"Jinnie, can you possibly get a reading on who it might be we're looking for?" Jungkook asked, hanging on the elder witches arm, snuggling closer to his coven member. The coven was standing high up on the roof of the apartment building looking down upon the alley behind the back of the pavilion strip club where they knew their client would be coming from.
"I guess I can try." Jin shrugged, knowing the others thought the same. Besides, it couldn't hurt. Jin closed his eyes, thinking about the person walking into the alley, right into their "trap".
He could see flecks of blonde hair and a fit body, just like it described in their request. Seeing as the group never met the clients until the requested day, as to not spoil the mood, they only went by very detailed descriptions of the people.
The letter was slightly more vague than others they had received who had planned their days down to the set of underwear they would be wearing for identification, but the coven had been at this a long time. They weren't particularly concerned about the risks anymore.
Jin's inner eye worked harder to catch a glimpse of the face of the person they were looking for. It took him a moment to work his mind to complete calmness, but he eventually got there and the image showed just for a moment.
The boy had rosy lips. His eyes were a dark brown, but still held an alluring look as if they were a more unique colour and he had a chiselled jawline that looked to be carved by the gods, just as he said in the letter.
All in all, Jin was breath-taken by the stunning boy. He could have stared at the vision longer if his mental clarity wasn't disturbed by his coven shaking him back to reality, telling him that someone was there.
When Jin finally got a hold of his senses once more he looked down and saw the face he had just seen in his vision... or at least he thought he had.
"That's him!" Jin exclaimed, pointing a sharp finger at the red coated person exiting out the back of the strip club adjacent to the apartment building. The elder couldn't be sure exactly, as they were nearly 6 stories above him, but the jacket looked the same.
"That's him?" Jungkook asked, looking over the rail to the boy below, not as impressed as he had hoped to be, but then again they were getting paid for this. They couldn't fall in love with everyone they supplied service to.
"Yes, quick Joon-Ah!" Jin said turning to the tallest, but Namjoon was already speeding away. He made it down the 6 flights of stairs in 5 seconds, bursting through the door of the building, startling their "victim".
Jin distinctly remembered thinking how good of an actor the boy was right then. Not that they could hear much from where they were, but they caught some of the body language and saw how the short male seemed to be trembling visibly at the sight of a man as big and strong as Namjoon.
The witch made a point of acting like a cheesy villain to play along, as requested by the man himself, before he whipped out the magic powder, knocking their client out cold. Namjoon managed to catch the short boy before he hit the ground, not wanting to risk injuring their paying customer and then signalled for the boys to come down. The plan was complete.
-
The short blonde boy groaned as he slowly awoke from the magical sleep powder some random had used on him. He was a little disoriented as he started to lift his head, but soon he was looking around the dark room, realising he didn't know where he was.
"Wha-" he asked, trying to move his hands, but found them strapped to the chair he was sitting in. He was held in place with what looked to be bondage ropes. The material was soft on his pale skin, but tight so he couldn't escape.
He nervously looked around, trying to find someone, or a way to escape, but he was sitting in the middle of a room, a good two metres from anything else nearby.
The room wasn't all that scary though. It was dimly lit, the walls red to give it a sultry vibe. The carpet was a plush dark grey with velvet red rugs scattered in no particular pattern. Draped along the walls were silk and chiffon sheets in black, red and gold, hung in arches to frame the large rooms' tall ceilings.
It honestly looked like a sex dungeon and the boy wondered if he had been gifted something from the strip club he had been in earlier. Was this how they selected their members for private dances? It seemed a bit much if he was honest.
"So you're awake..." a low, sultry voice called from behind and the blonde stiffened in his chair. His nerves felt on fire, not really liking secrecy going on right now. "So the fun can begin."
The boy tried to turn around to see the person behind him, but out of the corner of his eyes he could see movement. He looked dead on again and now saw three people coming out of the darkness around the edge of the room.
His chest tightened and his breathing picked up. "W-what is going on?!" He asked in a panic. This wasn't as sexy as he thought it would be. Most importantly he had thought it would be women, not men.
"We're going to give you the night of your life baby." A tall curly haired man said, coming at the tied up boy from the side. He had long fingers which easily reached out and rubbed up the short man's sleeved arm, making shivers run down his spine.
"What's your name beautiful?" Another asked before he could question the person. This one was at his other side and already close enough to whisper in his ear.
The blonde boy yelped in fright at the person so close to him. He tried to pull away, but the ropes tightened as he struggled. "Those are magic ropes baby... the more you struggle, the tighter they become." The same person from behind said, but the boy didn't believe him.
He continued to pull and fight, wanting to get some sort of control back in this terrifying situation, but a big tall man before him grabbed his chin and pulled his face up, hindering any sort of fight.
"We asked you a question, blondie... What is your name?" He said, his voice very dominant, making the man in the chair sink in it a little. His legs instinctively rubbed together at the very powerful aura coming from the man and before he knew it he was telling them his name.
"I'm Jimin..." he confessed. "Pa-" but a finger came up to his mouth, shutting him up.
"No need for last names love... Jimin is just fine." The person to his side said. Soon the people moved away slightly, all of them rounding Jimin to stand in front of him, making him quake in his seat. There were six people before him right now. Six strangers who had him tied up to do who knows what.
"Let's introduce ourselves... just to make this easy." The second tallest, and by looks the eldest, said. "I'm Seokjin... Jin if you like." He said, nodding his head politely.
"This is Namjoon, Taehyung, Hoseok, Jungkook and Yoongi." He pointed down the line, ending with the smallestc pale man who looked quite grumpy if you asked Jimin. He made a mental note not to anger him.
"W-what do you want with me?" Jimin asked once they had all be introduced. He didn't even believe they were their real names... kidnappers wouldn't be that stupid right?
The men all looked at him with a lusty gaze, keeping the creepy sex demon looks about them. "We are here to fulfil your wishes for the night... your wish is our command and we aim to please to the highest of our abilities."
While the boys chuckled, the one in the middle, Hoseok Jimin thought, nudged the younger looking one next to him. "And our abilities are pretty great." He says, confusing Jimin more.
He looks at the men with a furrowed brow, not sure what they were on about, but he really didn't need whatever this all was.
"So just relax, sexy, and let the coven do it's thing..." Jin said before his clicked his fingers and the lights dimmed even more. Jimin was nearly sitting in darkness, except for a small rim of light that allowed him to see just his own body.
His heart picked up again, pounding in his chest when he began to hear cluttering noises around him. "W-what are you doing? P-please I don't want this... whatever it is..." he called out to the darkness, but didn't get a reply.
The people just continued to work around him, pushing his anxiety to the edge before one person, by the fingers he knew it was that boy from earlier, Taehyung he recalled, grabbed his arms and slid his hands up Jimin's shirt before a knife appeared.
Jimin screamed in fright as the silver glinted in his eyes from the full light before it pressed at his shirt, pulling the seams apart from his shoulder all the way down to his wrist.
His sleeve was removed easily with a shred of the fabric and then the hands were gone and Jimin felt a cold breeze on his arm. "Hey!" Jimin snapped as his dress shirt was ruined. He had paid a lot of money for it from the best tailors.
But the elder, Seokjin poked his head into the light, smiling mischievously at the fretting man. "Don't worry... we saved your coat so you won't go home naked... that is, if you can fit it." He said cryptically, making Jimin dizzy with confusion, but he couldn't focus on it because someone was already tugging on his other sleeve.
"Such pretty skin... so white and soft. You'll look beautiful once we've finished with you." The youngest looking one said beside Jimin, ripping at his sleeve with pure strength. It came right off, falling down around Jimin's wrist before he pulled the knife out again and cut the fabric off.
Jimin looked around in the darkness of the room, trying to see if he could find some sort of movement or what was next, but he couldn't. He was completely blind to anything outside of a 10 cm radius of himself.
"Stop! Please! I don't know who is making you do this, bu-but I want to leave!" Jimin cried, feeling overwhelmed. It had been a long week for him at work and now with this frightening situation, he was feeling a little vulnerable.
But more hands just started to grab him, either removing more clothing, like his pant legs below the thigh, or feeling him up, touching his torso and thighs.
"God, baby. You're such a good actor..." Taehyung said moving into the light again. "You never mentioned that in your request." He chuckled for a moment before moving forward and kicking a stripe up Jimin's cheek, unbeknownst to the man, licking away a single tear that had left his eye.
Jimin mind raced at the mentioned request. He had never sent a request... they must have the wrong person. "N-no I don't want this! You have the wrong pers-ON!" He screamed loudly at the end when a firm hand came up and grabbed his cock in his pants, squeezing tightly.
The pale man Yoongi was now between Jimin's bare legs, holding his genitals in one hand. "Don't worry sweetheart. We don't judge people from their kinks... just relax a bit and let us do our thing... it's what you're paying for right."
The tight hand had silenced Jimin to nothing. The way the hand then started to rub and press against his rapidly hardening cock had him whimpering in seconds.
"Knew you'd like it baby." The tall man, Namjoon, chuckled from within the darkness somewhere, but Jimin was quickly becoming too floaty to know which way up and down was.
His mouth hung open when the hand around his cock started to heat up to an unnatural temperature. A human hand could never get that hot... it was close to internal body temperature, which made Jimin moan deeply.
Something wasn't right here, yet he couldn't quite place his finger on it. He tried to think about something else other than the warmth around his dick, or the cool wind still somehow blowing on him from somewhere... an AC he assumed.
But his mind was pulled abruptly from his train of thought when something rather soft was pushed into his open mouth. He hadn't even realised it was wide open in pleasure until a marshmallow was placed in his mouth and a whisper of "chew" was breathed into his right ear.
In a lust-drunk daze, Jimin obeyed, not even questioning whether he was being poisoned or not. He swallowed the sweet fluffy treat before another was dancing across his lips and he opened his eyes, finally questioning why.
"W-what? Why?" He said before the treat was pushed between his lips and he quickly chewed and swallowed again.
"A sweetie like you should be filled with treats, love..." Hoseok winked at him from his spot down by Jimin's left arm. He wasn't the one feeding him, but when Jimin looked he found the man had a tray of food himself and Jimin had a feeling he knew where it was going.
"You'll be as soft as a marshmallow once we're done with you." Jungkook, the person who was actually feeding him said as he slipped another into Jimin's mouth before kissing the white powder off the blonde's lips.
Jimin didn't know what that meant, yet, but he was too drawn into the kiss and feeling of hands still all over him to question too much. The next food was offered and Jimin just accepted it with a wide mouth.
Soon, Jimin's lips were glossy with his and many of the others saliva as they all dipped down for kisses before sliding in the next food.
Some were sweet, some savoury. Jimin's tummy seemed to be a little unhappy with the mixture, but a pair of hands were quick to rub his gut and soothe him easily, drifting the confused man back into his subby mindset.
Jimin had been eating whatever the men were serving him for a good 5 minutes before he started to question things again. He had drifted off with thought, but the train came right the way back and suddenly he was wondering just what was happening again.
Quickly he blinked his eyes open and nudged the strangers away from him. He looked around in dizzy confusion. "Wait..." he said, the men all stopping to listen to him again.
"Yes honey..." Jin asked, a soft expression on his handsome face, still proving to Jimin that they weren't hurting him, and he knew that, but there was more to it than pain.
"T-this isn't right..." Jimin shook his head, trying to clear the cloudiness he felt, but the fog was too strong. Especially when some of the others would hold him a little tighter, or squeeze at his cock again.
But Jin gasped, nodding to agree with Jimin. "Oh you're right... Kook, you're supposed to be changing him. That's what he's here for." Jimin's brows crinkled deeper.
A chorus of agreements sounded from the men around Jimin making him shake his head, not understanding.
"Sorry Hyung." Jungkook said from beside Jimin and before he knew it another marshmallow was in his mouth, but this time it came with a pit feeling in his stomach.
Jimin felt uncomfortable for a moment, almost as if he had eaten too much, but it quickly went away. He was wondering if it was just a strange thing caused by his nerves until the next marshmallow made the same sensation.
Jimin looked down at his tummy in confusion, not able to rub it because his hands were currently out of use. He didn't see anything strange yet but when another marshmallow came and Jimin tried to avoid it, the group got a little more harsh.
"Now, now baby. Don't play hard to get when you've been so good for us so far." The pale boy, Yoongi, said squeezing Jimin cock a little tighter. He tsked at Jimin before Jin leaned in and grabbed his cheeks, holding his head still.
Jungkook and Taehyung pushed in their respective foods, not caring if they didn't match and Jimin's body flushed again with that strange feeling. It almost felt like he was extremely full for a mere second before melting away.
Jimin whined, letting out whiny moans and tried to shake Yoongi off him, but the man was pretty strong. Jimin's eyes just teared up a little as he opened his mouth, seeing no other option but to give in to these people who had kidnapped him.
"Oh what a good boy!" Everyone started preaching how he was so good to just give in that it only affirmed Jimin's decision to go docile and just eat.
Soon food was being pushed past his lips so easily that the feeling didn’t even have time to disappear now. Jimin started to feel the fullness constantly.
He whined and moaned louder, the men all praising him for his pretty sounds when Jimin finally felt the first squeeze of his shirt against his bloated belly.
Jimin shot his head down to look at himself again and this time he saw it. His belly had bloated so much in the last 3 minutes that it was pressing holes between his button up shirt.
The boy's throat seized as he tried to scream, just letting out a high pitched grunting sound instead before trying to pull away again. He didn't know what the fuck was happening?!
"Calm down babe. Just let Kookie’s magic work it's wonders on this beautiful body." Hoseok smiled in the sweet heart shape that almost made Jimin accept it blindly, but he was too freaked out.
"N-no wai-" Jimin knew it was stupid to try and stop things... he was docile, remember. He had to keep telling himself that if he wanted to make it out of here.
They started pouring the food into Jimin’s mouth, feeling him get deeper and deeper into his submissive headspace as his belly grew.
Within minutes his gut was pressing so tightly against his shirt that the fabric was starting to tear. Jimin wanted nothing more for someone to rub it to soothe the full feeling, but everyone’s hands were too busy adding more food to him now.
“I didn’t think you could get any sexier, but you look so hot with this gut.” Taehyung smiled, adding a little smack to the taut skin, making the buttons finally give up the ghost and Jimin let out a choked moan as his belly was finally free to grow more.
The fabric shredded down the front, and due to the removal of his sleeves earlier, Jimin shit now fell into the crevices of the chair, exposing his whole upper body.
“Fuck!” The others all groaned finding how he burst from his shirt super hot. “Let’s burst his pants too.” Yoongi growled.
Jimin’s eyes fluttered as he slowly started to fall into a coma-like state, right on the border of consciousness. He could only let out little hums which even he didn’t know if they were in protest or encouragement anymore.
“Don’t just focus on his belly, Kookie.” Namjoon said, looking over at the boy. He was by his thighs and wanted to see the man getting fat all over, just like his letter request. “This baby wants to be a big old fatty all over… so let’s give it to him.” Jungkook smirked happily, spreading his magic over all of Jimin’s body.
Now the blonde could feel tingles in his legs, chest and arms too. His belly growth slowed down, as they kept up with the seemingly never ending food, while the rest of his body caught up.
Jimin was able to regain a little brainpower to focus on his body suddenly fattening all over. His eyes widened from their foggy state as he saw his thighs start to grow closer to one another, tightening what was left of his cut pant legs. His chest also began rising in his vision, adding little moobs over his tone pecs.
All in all Jimin could feel himself get heavier inside his own skin. It was a strange feeling. The stretch feeling taut but also easy.
He whimpered behind the food as his chins started to build up, the second one just scraping along his expanded chest, nearly hiding his neck completely.
Worst still was the extra firm grip Yoongi had on his cock which was starting to get rubbed by his fattening thighs, making him even hotter with pleasure.
The warmth from Yoongi's hand and the heat from his own fattening thighs squeezing at his cock and balls were nearly enough to push Jimin into cum, but the two fingers Yoongi had around his top acted like a cock ring, stopping any sort of orgasm he might have.
“Mmm-mhm… p-please…” Jimin managed to get the tiny word out between mouthfuls, but at this point nobody knew what he was asking for and when the fog came back his mouth hung open again awaiting more food.
Soon, what was left of Jimin’s pants exploded off him as well. His gut bouncing forward from being held back by his nice trousers. Now the flabby skin skimmed the tops of his thighs, hanging over his underwear waistband.
The vision of the once thin Jimin who was kidnapped was gone, replaced by a fat boy, looking close to 300 pounds already. His stomach rounded and rolled over his sides, forming love handles and a B belly.
Little moobs swayed, brushing the top of his bloated tummy, being pushed at by his fat upper arms causing some cleavage for the six witches to gawk at.
And his ass was not only raising him in the chair, but was slowly pushing out the back, between the chair backing and the gap before the seat part, looking like it was going to get him stuck real soon.
Jimin was now changed into a completely different person than when he first came in here and he still didn’t know why. Why had these people chosen him to stuff and fatten until he was a dumb piggy? Maybe he’d never know.
“He looks so good, Kookie.” The cobweb complimented their youngest’s great work as they began to finish off their food, happy with the way Jimin’s request was playing out, while Jimin just dribbled out spit as things were shoved into his limp mouth.
“You've become such a pretty piggy for us Jiminie.” Hoseok smiled, giving Jimin gut a rub once more. The small contact had Jimin moaning loudly, needing more hands to rub at his expanding body.
“P-please…” Jimin said again, seeming like all he could manage to get out now, but this time the boys understood. A few gave over their food for a moment to comply with their clients wish.
Namjoon, Taehyung and Hoseok started to rub Jimin’s body, Hoseok in his tummy, Namjoon at his thighs while Tae started to play with his pink perky nipples.
Jimin gained a pinky blush over his whole body, clearly loving the warmth of their hands on his now exposed body.
Yoongi also started to thumb the tip of his throbbing dick through his underwear, kneading the precum leaking from the boy back into his own skin as some sort of lube.
“Good fatty.” They all complimented, while Jin Taehyung and Yoongi’s spare hand kept the fattening food pouring into Jimin’s mouth. Their goal was to get him to the 400 pound mark before he came, which was gonna be very soon.
Jimin only gargled out a lame response to the coven's work on his body. He was completely gone. He had given into the pleasure and now it had absorbed him all the way. He was now just a good fatty…
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"That's it." Jin smiled, pushing the last piece of chocolate into Jimin's mouth, wiping it around his fattened cheeks, showing the boy he was just a piggy. "Such a good little piggy for us."
The group all commented on how much they loved Jimin's eyes rolling around in his head as he was so close to being finished with his food and subsequently his transformation.
Jin sighed now that he had finished his food and got ready to watch the others continue with Jimin until he was done, which he thought would still be 5-10 minutes. He moved over to a chair sat on the side of the room, where the letter of the request just happened to be.
The elder picked it up to move it, when he suddenly got a vision. His eyes rolled back in his head as forced visions were more intense than ones he could control.
He gasped seeing a man, similar looking to the boy they picked up off the street, except this man wasn't very happy and he was wearing different clothes.
The man seemed to be angrily glaring around the dark alley Jin remembered from earlier that night. The witch finally caught on when he saw the man huff out a profanity and get back in his car, driving away.
"Oh fuck!" Jin yelled when his head flopped back to its normal position and his eyes refocused. "Stop!"
The coven paused their movements, most trays pretty much empty now anyway, leaving the fattened boy in the cuffs, panting as he tried to swallow down the handfuls still packed into his swollen cheeks.
"What is it, Hyung?" Taehyung asked, looking at their eldest with worry. Jin wasn't one for swearing and often scolded the coven for it, especially Yoongi and Jungkook.
Jin looked at the boy, looking like he might keel over from his stuffed body, and realised he really didn't look right at all.
"That's not our client..."
The group of witches looked at the elder in confusion for a moment, not sure what he was talking about. The elders kind of looked at each other, thinking maybe they were understanding, while Taehyung and Jungkook were still just standing there like stunned mullets.
"He's the wrong person..." Jin showed the letter in his head. "I just saw them, they were not happy." The elder cringed remembering the choice words the man said as he left the meet place they had organised. He was sure they'd be getting a very angry letter in the mail... now probably two.
The coven turned to the large boy they had just, apparently, kidnapped and fattened up like a little piggy. "Oh fuck." Yoongi said. Jin didn’t even bother to scold him at this point.
Jimin gasped as he still struggled to contain all the food they had just stuffed into his poor body, which they now realised he was not prepared for at all. "I-I *huff* told *huff* you...*hic*" he panted, trying to raise his head to the group even just slightly to get a better look at them.
“B-but we thought you were just acting!” Hoseok fretted, everyone taking a huge step back from the blonde who was not who they thought he was.
"Well what do we do?!" Jungkook panicked, dropping the tray in his hands, freaking out that they would get into some sort of trouble.
"Oh my god are we gonna be arrested?" Taehyung feeling the same panic their Maknae was. The two of them were always feeding off each other's energy. "I'm too pretty for jail!" He cried.
Jin, insulted that the younger thought he was the prettiest in the room, when they all knew that he was world wide handsome, screeched beside them. "You think you're too pretty! What about me?!" He wailed. Jin was nothing without his skincare routine!
"Really?!" Yoongi scoffed at the coven elder sinking as low as the panicked Maknaes. "Surely we have bigger things to worry about." He said pointing to the fat boy strapped to the chair in their basement.
The six witches look back to the puffing boy, trying to get a good breath in to keep himself from passing out. Jimin's red cheeks burned when he noticed the coven staring at him once more, but it wasn't in fear this time.
His lips twitched for a moment before he licked them to help the cracks left by no moisture in his mouth. He trembled in his cuffs, struggling to voice his thoughts. "S-so are you g-gonna let me go..." Jimin asked timidly, though a smile managed to break through when his eyes lightened, "cause guess I could go for another *burp* round..."
Sweet 20 year olds Taehyung and Jimin move into a dodgy apartment building after coming out of school. They are just two naive boys who want to get along with everyone.
They decide they want to have a good relationship with their neighbours around them and go to interact.
Only they don’t really understand stranger danger.
Their first neighbour is a strange looking guy called Yoongi, who seems dark and brooding, but Jimin swears he can change him to like the two if he just gets to know them.
Taehyung does the same with their left side neighbour, a couple of men named Hoseok and Jin. They too seem a little strange, but they just think that’s what the neighbourhood is like.
Then finally they meet the man across the hall, Namjoon. He seems like the most normal, and decides to invite the boys around for dinner some time.
The two think it’s a good start to their friendships, but what they don’t realise is that they had just placed themselves as easy targets to some very horrible men.
Yoongi the stalker starts his fierce obsession with Jimin. The boys don’t even bat an eye when they walk in to their house completely unlocked, thinking they had just forgotten, but in actual fact Yoongi had been in there, planting cameras and listening devices. Maybe even a two way mirror from their bathroom into his house so he can stare at the boys when they are showering.
Hoseok and Seokjin were more friendly with Taehyung. They constantly chatted to him in the hall and even started sending around meals for the two to eat when they were busy. It became such an often occurrence for Jin to drop off plates that could fill 6-8 people that Jimin and Tae would be eating left overs for every meal.
Soon they only ever ate what Jin or Hoseok made, which had the Hyung’s plan work even better. With the laced food, the two boys started to really plump up like piggies, the perfect victims.
Namjoon was the worst of all, because he is the instigator. The two didn’t even know that the four older men were working together to add to their collection of playthings. More friends for their first pet Jungkook.
Namjoon made sure he stayed as neutral as possible and then when the day finally came for the big reveal, Jimin and Taehyung went running to Namjoon’s house for safety.
“Oh did the big scary men try to hurt you.” He’d say comforting the now fattened boys as they panted and cried to their Namjoon Hyung, until his demeanour changed too… “it was like luring pigs to the slaughter…” he’d chuckle evilly making both shiver, realising they had just let themselves into the biggest trap of all and now, there was no escape… they were out numbered.
Jimin looked around the table and found a moment when no one was watching to unbutton his jeans. They just kept ordering trays of meat and adding food to his plate no matter how many times he gave them hesitant looks, leaving him absolutely stuffed. He was surprised the button hadn’t given up already with how full he felt.
It was already hard to say no to his pack member’s cute faces when they encouraged him to do anything, but it was particularly difficult when he was being encouraged to eat during his pre-heat. His hormones made him submissive and anxious which made saying no incredibly difficult for him.
On top of their persistent effort to feed him, Jimin had already been bloated before they arrived with his heat just days away. This had become a bit of a new standard practice with his pack for him over the past few cycles.
Whenever his heat grew closer, Jimin felt like he was constantly being fed. He hadn’t stepped on a scale in a while, but he knew it was going to be the highest it's ever been.
When Jin added another piece to his plate, Jimin felt his nausea spike again. He leaned into Namjoon who was sitting beside him and tucked his face into the alpha’s shoulder. “Seriously, enough, please.”
Tension filled the table as they all stopped chatting and eating to turn their focus to Jimin who sounded distressed. Namjoon wrapped his arm around the omega and scented him gently. “Are you okay, baby?”
Jimin was quiet for a moment. If he were being entirely honest, he really would much rather be at home in his nest than out in a loud, bright restaurant, but he also didn’t want to ruin their night out considering they would be stuck at home for probably the next week.
Knowing he could always trust them with his feelings, he finally just started rambling.
“I just feel nauseous and uncomfortable and you all just keep feeding me and I’m so full that I could be sick, but you know that I can’t say no to any of you when I’m like this because I get emotional so I just keep eating. Ugh, I just want to be home and take these stupid jeans off because they barely fit at this point.”
Jimin pulled away from Namjoon and put his face in his hands, trying really hard to keep his tears at bay because they were in public but also because he wasn’t really upset, just hormonal.
The others immediately started packing up the table to get ready to head home. Jin and Namjoon who were on either side of Jimin comforted him, getting him to come out from his little hiding spot.
Knowing that Jimin typically would never act like this outside of his heat cycle, the others were very receptive to his emotional outburst. They also found his little comment about the food endearing because the entire pack had been loving how well their omega was filling out.
“Come on, Minnie, let’s go home. Thank you for telling us,” Jin said quietly when the omega obviously started to feel bad for ending their dinner.
Jimin sat up and let out a wet laugh, mood shifting immediately after hearing they get to go home. “I hate pre-heat.”
The pack laughed and Namjoon kissed his forehead in response. They also watched with a mix of endearing and interested expressions as Jimin attempted to rebutton his pants - wondering when he unbuttoned them.
The omega sighed as they failed to reach comfortably, not wanting the pressure back on his midsection.
Jimin grabbed Jungkook’s arm, pulling the hair tie off the alpha’s wrist and mumbling under his breath about them being responsible for his added weight. He looped the band around his button to do a makeshift closure that gave him a little more breathing room.
As Jimin stood up, his sweater hugged his now even farther bloated belly and he looked at his middle with a frown. He put his hand on top of his full stomach and said something that encouraged everyone to get home a little bit sooner so they could appreciate his body.
“God, no one’s going to believe I’m in pre-heat if I already look pregnant.”
I have never written anything like this before, but this idea has been on my mind constantly so I decided to try it. I hope you like it because I am very nervous to stray from my soft brand lol! 😅
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Taehyung held open the door for his husband, knowing that Jimin was more than ready to be home.
As soon as the door closed behind them, Jimin's hands found his belt to unbuckle it and unbutton his pants.
"I knew I shouldn't have worn these jeans to dinner," he complained while trying to give his stomach more room.
Jimin took a deep breath as he unzipped his jeans, pulling the sides down and finally relaxing his body. His belly rounded out in the v of his pants with red lines showing the evidence of the constricting pressure he just released.
"I agree, baby, you look much better like this," Taehyung said as he sidled up behind his husband and rubbed his hands over Jimin's midsection.
Leaning back into his husband's chest, Jimin tilted his head to press a few kisses along Taehyung's jawline.
"A little warning that we were going to KBBQ would have been nice. I could've eaten more if I wore the right outfit," Jimin pouted.
Taehyung smirked, always enticed by his husband's impressive appetite. "Well...seems like you have more room now. How about a little dessert, my love?"
Jimin smiled, relishing the warm sensation of Taehyung's hands on his skin. He assumed the other was implying a trip to their bedroom as dessert, however, his smile grew wider when his husband stepped away to retrieve a variety box of sweet mochis.
"Oh, you meant literal dessert?" Jimin replied with a giggle, knowing that Taehyung must've planned it all along. He could not recall the family-size box of mochi in their fridge the last time he opened it.
Taehyung raised his brow as he opened the box, making his first selection to feed his husband. "Of course, don't you know that dessert is a two-course meal in this house, Minnie?"
Jimin threw his head back as he laughed, getting cut off by the feeling of pillowy mochi on his lips. He took a lewd bite of the chewy dessert, bringing Taehyung's thumb into his mouth alongside the sweet treat.
Taehyung dragged him in for a heated kiss, tasting the strawberry flavor on his husband's lips. "Let's go get you out of these clothes, baby. You aren't going to need them when I'm done with you."
Grabbing his husband’s hand, Taehyung led Jimin to their bed, laying him back in the middle after slipping his jeans off. He ended up leaving his husband's shirt and boxers on because he loved the sight of tight clothes of Jimin's stuffed belly.
Although he had complained about his outfit, Jimin still managed to put away a decent amount of food at the restaurant. He had digested quite a bit on their way home, but he was still bloated enough to see the evidence of his big dinner.
The box of decadent mochis sat on the nightstand while Taehyung dug through the drawer below, pulling out a long strip of satin fabric. He climbed up on the bed, resting on his knees beside Jimin.
"Arms up, baby," he whispered, wrapping the fabric around the top of their headboard to bind his husband's wrists above his head. The mixture of the silky touch and anticipation brought chills across Jimin's arms.
Taehyung leaned down and brought Jimin into a heated kiss, enjoying the taste of lingering sugar on his husband's lips from his earlier bite in the kitchen. "You're going to be good for me, right, Minnie? I don't want a single bite left in this box."
Jimin nodded, already a little breathless from seeing the tray of eight dense desserts with only one spot empty so far. "'M always good for you."
"Yes, you are, baby, but you know you have to show me," Taehyung replied, adjusting Jimin's shirt so it was pulled down over his stuffed middle. He realized his husband had chosen a shirt with nice little pearl snap buttons which only upped the stakes. "I need to see you lose at least one of these buttons, my love. Understood?"
"Yes, sir," Jimin let out, voice already gravelly with arousal at the thought. These nights were his favorite - impromptu stuffings always turned out to be the best for them.
Taehyung brought the box onto the bed beside him and picked one that look like it was matcha flavored. Jimin opened his mouth and accepted the entire mochi in one bite.
Jimin relaxed back into the pillows, letting his husband feed him at a steady pace - Taehyung's big, warm hands on him while he chewed each one.
At some point, Jimin closed his eyes and just let himself be fed and massaged at Taehyung's will. He lost count after only a few and couldn't find it in himself to care how many there were as long as he hit the goal expected of him.
His stomach started to feel tight, the fabric of his shirt stretching across his skin so taut that he could feel the press of the metal buttons against him.
After swallowing the bite in his mouth, Jimin panted a bit - hoping the deep breaths would help him encourage at least one button to loosen.
When he opened his eyes, Jimin saw Taehyung smirking at him as his husband knew all the little tricks. Taking in his belly, he also realized he was getting close. The gluttonous rice flour in the mochi really helped his bloat.
With a tinge of disappointment, Jimin noticed that the mochi tray was empty which meant he hadn't managed to do it. They weren't particularly into punishment, but it still lessened the satisfaction.
Just as he considered asking Taehyung for a bubbly drink or possibly some ice cream they must've had in the freezer, his husband pulled the empty tray out of the box, tossing it aside and revealing another tray of eight mochis hidden below the first.
"I hope you have more room, baby. I told you, at least one button," Taehyung said as he palmed Jimin's belly and gave it a strong shake.
Jimin threw his head back, moaning deeply from his chest. The heavy weight of food in his stomach jostled around, bringing up a little air that he let out in muffled belches. "More, Tae, please."
"As you wish, my love," Taehyung replied, grabbing two mochis and squishing them into Jimin's mouth. He picked up a bit of filling that slipped out of his husband's lips with his thumb, licking it off with a sensual gaze. "You taste lovely, Minnie."
The next three more went by in a blur, Jimin in a complete haze - feeling as though he was being edged without Taehyung even bringing a hand lower than his belly button.
Now the panting was out of necessity, quickly running out of room as his stomach was still confined by his shirt. Jimin swore the mochis on the bottom tray were bigger than the previous round he ate.
"Touch me, Tae, please," Jimin begged, slightly tugging against the binding fabric on his wrists. Somehow, he had completely forgotten that his arms were tied up, startling himself when he couldn't reach for his own belly.
"Ah, ah, my love. No button, no reward. Now open up," Taehyung replied, giving Jimin no time to respond as he filled his mouth with yet another rich bite. "Two more left."
Jimin groaned, chewing slowly as he was starting to reject the thick, sweet treats. His stomach was protesting him as well - he honestly didn't know how at least one button hadn't slipped apart yet.
Deciding to try adding a little spice to the moment himself, Jimin tightened his stomach a bit, not that he could suck in much. He was going to finish these last three mochis and then take a nice deep breath.
If he could get two buttons at once, Jimin knew that Taehyung would give him the best orgasm of his life.
Taehyung watched as Jimin fought through the last bites of the box. He had hoped that his husband would push himself when he picked up the premium dessert box on his way home that afternoon, but he was feeling a little surprised that they were gone in one sitting.
There was a clear indent below the fabric of his tight shirt from the waistband of Jimin's boxers digging into his taut stomach. Tempted to bring the band down below his belly, Taehyung stopped himself knowing that the pull would probably release at least the bottom button of his shirt.
With a gentle prod, Taehyung felt that even the lowest part of Jimin's belly which was typically the softest part of him was getting firm - his entire middle rounding out from the amount of dense dessert filling his stomach.
Taehyung wasn't sure if Jimin even realized he was doing it, but his husband was letting out quiet groans throughout the last two bites as if he was physically fighting himself to get them down. He felt a shiver run down his spine, overwhelmed with his attraction to Jimin.
There was already skin peeking through two gaps in Jimin's shirt as the last bite went down, the buttons holding on for dear life. After finally swallowing the final bit of sweet filling, Jimin mumbled, "Shit, Tae, so full."
"I know, baby, I can tell. Try to take a deep breath for me," Taehyung encouraged, desperate to get his hands on his husband but holding himself back.
Jimin nodded, trying to ignore the tingling in his fingers as his heavy torso weighed him down. He tilted his head forward to get a look at himself and started to breathe in through his nose, filling his belly with air and feeling the slight pinch of his diaphragm working against his stuffed stomach.
They both watched as the two buttons at the roundest part of his stomach started to stretch farther. Jimin continued, taking one of the deepest breaths he had ever taken until they finally flung apart - one after the other, exposing the smooth skin below.
Taehyung’s hands were on Jimin’s stomach in an instant as they both let out resounding moans at the sight. He spread his fingers across his tight belly, flinging the other buttons apart to gain full access to the beautiful sight below.
After his husband’s shirt was laying by his sides, fully open, Taehyung brought his waistband down to reveal a rigid, red line across Jimin’s skin.
Snapping the band below his stuffed middle, Taehyung watched in satisfaction as Jimin’s belly jiggled - his husband letting out a sigh from the relieved pressure followed by a sharp gasp from the elastic smacking his taut skin.
Without the constricting fabric and the encouraging push from below, his belly expanded even more, protruding up from his abdomen.
“Was good, sir, please,” Jimin mumbled, nearly incoherent with the overwhelming sensations and impending sugar coma.
Taehyung smiled and placed a few open-mouth kisses across Jimin’s belly, giving a new little pink stretchmark some extra attention. “You were so good, baby, perfect for me.”
Jimin tugged against the fabric around his wrists, desperately wanting to get a feel of his own hard work. “Please…”
“Please what, Minnie?” Taehyung continued, teasing the waistband of Jimin’s boxers.
“Need you, Tae,” Jimin breathed out, moaning when he felt his stomach fight back against his husband’s firm press.
Taehyung started to bring his hand lower, relishing in the sweet sounds he could bring from his husband’s lips. He reached up with his other hand and released the tie-up on the headboard, smirking when hands joined him on Jimin’s taut middle and sounds of self-satisfaction filled their bedroom.
Pulling Jimin into a deep kiss, Taehyung loved his sweet taste. He kept them wrapped up until they had to come up for air, Jimin panting into Taehyung’s mouth from their intense effort.
“Touch me, Taehyung, please,” Jimin begged once again, near tears for his husband’s touch.
Taehyung straddled him, pressing his slim abdomen against his husband, further emphasizing Jimin’s absolutely stuffed gut. He rested his weight against him for a moment, enjoying the guttural moan that escaped Jimin’s lips and taking note that they needed to do this more often.
Jimin loved Jungkook with his entire heart, but there was just one little thing he would change.
Jungkook was always convincing Jimin to eat whatever he was craving, often unhealthy choices as he completely gave in to his desire for a greasy takeout or a stop by the convenience store. His boyfriend only worked out a few times a week and somehow still had his athletic teenage build completely intact.
Jimin tried to talk him out of it sometimes, wanting healthier options as he was afraid of college weight gain sneaking up on him. He had stopped dancing after his freshman year dance club spot proved to be an added stress he didn’t have time to entertain for any longer.
It wasn’t that Jimin was lazy, he just had a packed schedule and gained weight very easily. He honestly thought dance wouldn’t have made a difference on his waistline considering the crap he and Jungkook ate most of the time.
The unfortunate thing about trying to deny Jungkook what he wanted is that Jimin just couldn’t do it. Aside from wanting his boyfriend to always have everything he could ever want, Jimin was definitely a people pleaser and Jungkook was the number one person he wanted to please at all times.
Jimin was easy to convince with Jungkook’s sweet smiles and the even sweeter orgasms he received for saying yes which meant he started to see the effects of their poor diet choices.
Since moving in with Jungkook for their last two years at SNU, Jimin’s clothes were getting a bit tighter and his stomach was getting a bit softer - his metabolism was no match for his boyfriend’s.
He really did try his best, but Jimin had a weak resolve for a happy Jungkook and sometimes a diner breakfast after a night out or a big bowl of ice cream after passing a difficult exam really did make him feel better.
After their final exams during junior year, Jimin stood in front of the mirror after getting out of the shower. The once flat plane of his stomach had started to gain a little layer of pudge below his belly button. Jimin pinched it between his fingers and frowned at the realization that Jungkook’s food choices were starting to take a toll on him.
Jimin decided to diet and laid down the law with Jungkook, telling him they could not keep eating that way all the time. With summer beach trips on the horizon, he started to feel self-conscious about his truly tiny gain which Jungkook made sure to emphasize how barely noticeable it was.
While he wanted to agree, Jimin was fixated on that little pooch to his belly that had never been there before. He didn’t like that it either sat atop his waistband or was pinched slightly by his jeans which were getting a bit snug.
As suspected, Jungkook didn’t stop buying his preferred snacks and often continued to order takeout. There was always a full supply of snacks in their pantry and even their homecooked dinners were not particularly healthy options, especially when Jungkook went through an American food phase.
The temptation was too strong and Jimin could not stick to his diet well.
Jungkook made this amazing stack of pancakes which was the first thing to pull him in. It just looked too delicious to pass up so Jimin gave in, having a few pancakes and a couple slices of bacon. The way the syrup dripped over the side and the butter melted on top just had Jimin’s mouth-watering that he couldn’t possibly turn it down.
Most people would say that little even balance was good. Cutting food out entirely was too hard and having sweets every once and a while made diets easier to maintain. However, that was not the case for Jimin. Sugar was addictive for him and one taste dragged him back in, his willpower to turn down Jungkook’s creations wasn’t even weak - it was nonexistent.
Soon, Jimin was back on the same path as before.
Sharing spicy tteokbokki and eating entire orders of dumplings for himself happening more than he would like to admit. Electing to have dessert after every meal without needing any extra encouragement. The snacks in the pantry looked too good during a long study day and his sweet tooth just couldn’t say no to the random pastries Jungkook would pick up from the bakery below their apartment.
Instead of dieting, Jimin started running every morning in an attempt to burn extra calories and continued trying to resist the extra snacks and sugary soda that filled their kitchen when he could maintain his composure. His stamina was great, averaging five miles every day and feeling satisfied with his new approach.
However, that temptation still struck and he still managed to gain more weight, a little slower than before but the scale still crept higher. He went through phases of maintaining instead of gaining yet the losing part was what Jimin was just not capable of achieving.
His snug jeans started to get tight until they were at the point of discomfort and then his smallest-sized pairs eventually stopped buttoning. Some of his shirts had started to cling to his soft tummy so much that he wouldn’t wear them outside of their apartment.
Jimin spent most of his time in Jungkook’s hoodies to hide the evidence of his complete lack of willpower. Whenever his boyfriend complained about him stealing his wardrobe, Jimin made sure to remind Jungkook that it was his fault that Jimin’s own clothes didn’t fit right anymore.
By the time they graduated SNU, Jimin had gained almost twenty pounds in their senior year on top of the ten or so from their junior year and he was still trying and failing his diets regularly. Jungkook thought he looked adorable with his added weight - constantly telling his boyfriend that he loved his rounder ass and softer tummy, but his compliments fell on deaf ears.
They moved out of their college apartment, both getting full-time jobs easily and finding a new place to build their life together.
Jungkook was able to jump straight into freelance graphic design with his own business out of their home office because of his solid work during college. Jimin worked as an apprentice for an interior design house, rendering design and gaining experience until he could create his own business.
Jimin, in some ways, was thankful that he found a work-from-home job that meant he didn’t need to go through the struggle of buying a new, bigger-sized professional wardrobe. The downside was the fact that he had open access to their pantry and Jungkook still maintained his college eating habits.
Although it hadn’t been a large amount, Jimin still put on a bit of weight during the transition. His daily runs continued and he was incredibly proud of that, but it just wasn’t enough to fight off his food intake that was fostered by his voracious boyfriend.
One night about six months after their move changed everything.
Walking out of their bedroom while trying to stretch his shirt that was clinging to his midsection, Jimin tried to keep a positive attitude. He had just weighed himself and surprise, surprise - the number was higher.
Jungkook would probably argue that it was only seven pounds since the last time he weighed himself, but Jimin would have to counter him that he weighed himself the morning after their friend, Hoseok’s birthday dinner which was just over a month ago.
Even though he really did try to stay positive, the sight of Jungkook placing their dinner order on his phone quickly changed Jimin’s tune. It was like his boyfriend got off on trying to sabotage his diets.
Jimin snarkily told Jungkook that the weight would catch up with him one day after his boyfriend placed a large pizza delivery. Jungkook simply laughed it off and finished off his cup of instant ramen even though their dinner was just two hours away.
Jimin watched his boyfriend unpack their food onto the coffee table after it arrived, his shirt riding up at one point to reveal his still flat and toned stomach. He wasn’t jealous of Jungkook, but he was annoyed with his own body for being so susceptible to weight gain.
Sitting down beside Jungkook who was already eating straight from the box, Jimin looked down at his belly that his t-shirt was clinging to in a way that really highlighted the growing soft curve of his middle.
Thinking it over in his head, Jimin was honestly confused about what his big hold-up was when it came to his weight gain. He was in a very happy, committed relationship with a stable career. His boyfriend made it clear that he loved him and his body, often telling Jimin how cute he was and how sexy he looked.
Jimin also enjoyed food very much and liked the way it gave him opportunities to try new things, spend time with his friends, and share nights with Jungkook. He thought about how sad he was trying to resist the pizza in front of him and realized he was being a bit ridiculous.
Without further hesitation, Jimin picked up a slice of pizza and started eating it happily, feeling bolstered by Jungkook’s proud smile. The internal restraint was lifted and Jimin finally indulged fully in a way he had been desperate to for months.
Jungkook was entranced by his boyfriend’s sudden gusto, pausing his own dinner to watch Jimin eat mindlessly. He thought about all those times that Jimin forced himself to work through a bowl of bland porridge that he didn’t want while Jungkook ate something delicious.
Jimin ate more than he even knew he could, polishing off an entire pizza himself while alternating sips of Coke and some of the buttery garlic knots. His stomach was packed in a way it had never been before, fighting against the tight fabric of his shirt and it honestly felt amazing.
Leaning back against the cushions further emphasized his bloated belly, rounding out from his abdomen in a way that would have him self-conscious just hours ago but now felt satisfying. Jimin smiled when Jungkook’s hand snuck over, starting gently with a comforting belly rub.
As Jimin considered asking Jungkook to take him to bed and continue the nice massage of his stuffed middle without his confining shirt on, his boyfriend asked a question that would change the dynamic of their relationship.
“You feel like having dessert, baby?” Jungkook asked softly, hands still working the taut skin of Jimin’s belly.
The thought made Jimin’s cheeks heat up and a shot of arousal ran through his groin. He looked at his boyfriend with a soft smile and nodded. “Yeah, I think I do, Ggukie.”
Jungkook leaned over and kissed him deeply, running his hand from the bottom of Jimin’s bloated belly all the way up to his cheek. “I’ll go get that cake from Jinnie. You really liked the flavor.”
Jimin blushed deeper and nodded again with a little embarrassed whimper. He did love the flavor of that cake and he also knew that there were three pieces left. The thought had him excited, especially when he remembered the pure attraction in his boyfriend’s eyes.
Bringing both hands to the top of his belly, Jimin ran his hands back and forth over the skintight fabric and gave his stomach a few soft smacks as he thought about the way it would keep getting tighter - maybe outgrowing his shirt soon if Jungkook’s enthusiasm was anything to go by.
The dense sound of his hand landing on his taut belly sent a shiver up his spine, thinking about how nice it felt to finally give in. He had a nearly forty-pound headstart built over the past two years without even trying so who knew where he would end up between Jungkook's passionate approach to everything and his own sluggish metabolism.
Jungkook returned with the entire container of cake, a tall glass of milk, and a single spoon. Jimin looked up at him with a wide smile and felt a rush of happiness when the smile was returned.
The night has certainly taken a turn that Jimin was not expecting, but he would say without a doubt that it was the start of something wonderful.
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I have been writing for a long time and Jikook has always been one of my favorite ships to write. I finally posted all of my saved works that were piling up in my drafts so that means new stories to write!
I am going to attempt the 20 Days of Chub challenge with a prompt list I have put together from a few different blogs - all Jikook edition!
It will be on AO3 and the first story has been posted. A few of the fics in the series will be taken from the original SBT collection with more developed stories. I hope you enjoy!
We are officially halfway through! I just got through a really hectic couple of weeks and a bit of writer's block so I'm happy that I have gotten back in the groove. I have the last ten stories mapped out with an outline - hopefully more to come soon! <3
Taehyung held open the door for his husband, knowing that Jimin was more than ready to be home.
As soon as the door closed behind them, Jimin's hands found his belt to unbuckle it and unbutton his pants.
"I knew I shouldn't have worn these jeans to dinner," he complained while trying to give his stomach more room.
Jimin took a deep breath as he unzipped his jeans, pulling the sides down and finally relaxing his body. His belly rounded out in the v of his pants with red lines showing the evidence of the constricting pressure he just released.
"I agree, baby, you look much better like this," Taehyung said as he sidled up behind his husband and rubbed his hands over Jimin's midsection.
Leaning back into his husband's chest, Jimin tilted his head to press a few kisses along Taehyung's jawline.
"A little warning that we were going to KBBQ would have been nice. I could've eaten more if I wore the right outfit," Jimin pouted.
Taehyung smirked, always enticed by his husband's impressive appetite. "Well...seems like you have more room now. How about a little dessert, my love?"
Jimin smiled, relishing the warm sensation of Taehyung's hands on his skin. He assumed the other was implying a trip to their bedroom as dessert, however, his smile grew wider when his husband stepped away to retrieve a variety box of sweet mochis.
"Oh, you meant literal dessert?" Jimin replied with a giggle, knowing that Taehyung must've planned it all along. He could not recall the family-size box of mochi in their fridge the last time he opened it.
Taehyung raised his brow as he opened the box, making his first selection to feed his husband. "Of course, don't you know that dessert is a two-course meal in this house, Minnie?"
Jimin threw his head back as he laughed, getting cut off by the feeling of pillowy mochi on his lips. He took a lewd bite of the chewy dessert, bringing Taehyung's thumb into his mouth alongside the sweet treat.
Taehyung dragged him in for a heated kiss, tasting the strawberry flavor on his husband's lips. "Let's go get you out of these clothes, baby. You aren't going to need them when I'm done with you."
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Read here or on AO3! - ⚠️ Intentional Weight Loss, Sex Scene ⚠️
Usually, it's all soft and fluffy around here so I hope you enjoy it 🫣
Read part one here!
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After a full discussion with all four members of the relationship, the idea for Jimin and Jungkook to lose weight and start again actually seemed pretty fun.
Both really did enjoy actively gaining and they thought that it may affect them mentally to force themselves to maintain for who knew how long or go above their decided limit where they were comfortable.
They started to slow down as they both approached their limits.
Jimin added on those six pounds over the course of three weeks - feeling an intense feeling of accomplishment when the scale read 200 on the dot. He set a picture to their group chat, the soft plushness of his belly visible and the red numbers showing his goal had been reached.
Jungkook needed another month for his last ten pounds, blushing shyly as he stood on the scale under Hoseok’s observation - the latter teasing him when the scale actually said 232.6, showing that he went ever so slightly over his goal.
All three of his boyfriends were happy to see Jungkook’s pleasant reaction to the number after Jimin shared his concern that their youngest boyfriend may feel negative about himself for breaking his self-imposed boundary.
The younger two had shared their plan and goals to initiate round two of gaining. Yoongi and Hoseok were quite impressed by the amount of research done and the realistic expectations the pair had for themselves.
They were going to prioritize cardio and a specific food plan to ensure that they dropped their weight without building too much muscle, knowing that muscle was heavier than fat and could make it more difficult for them.
The long-term plan was set for one year, but they did show their boyfriends that it could be done safely in six months.
Both Jimin and Jungkook had decided that getting down to their original starting weights was not ideal, especially considering the fact that both were fairly underweight due to their situation prior to meeting their once sugar daddies.
Jimin’s goal was fifty pounds, fine to hit sixty with his lowest number being 140 if he could manage it while Jungkook’s goal was seventy pounds, knowing that he lost weight easier than Jimin and 160 being the lowest he ever wanted to be again.
Yoongi and Hoseok also learned very quickly that their boyfriends both had incredible self-control.
Jimin had taken up cycling and running as his method of exercise while Jungkook preferred swimming and a casual boxing class. They had calculated the right calorie deficit for each of them and stuck closely to their plan.
It was sad at first to see them slim down, missing the plumpness of Jungkook’s stomach and Jimin’s wide hips that were the first to reduce in size.
The midway point introduced new interests though as they discovered that Jimin’s stomach was the last place to lose weight, having his same belly from 200 pounds when he was at 175 which made it more prominent with less weight visible below his waist.
All three could not keep their hands off his midsection whenever they had the chance, Jimin got used to the feeling of at least one person holding him at all times. He certainly enjoyed it for himself and took the opportunity to tease his boyfriends by digging out his old shirts that emphasized his roundness while it was still there.
Jungkook seemed to drop weight so quickly that Yoongi and Hoseok worried at first, but his trainer ensured that he was doing everything in a healthy way and sometimes genetics just give people a better chance at losing their extra pounds.
His stomach seemed to like it was becoming smaller every day, but they did get to enjoy his meaty thighs and adorable cheeks for quite some time.
By the seventh month mark, Jungkook had reached his goal with ease - looking trim and toned at exactly 160, not a pound less. He was excited to start gaining again, but he also was adamant to wait for Jimin who was still working on his last ten pounds.
Yoongi felt like he wanted to stop Jimin multiple times, an odd sensation that their boyfriend was getting too small, but Hoseok talked him through it.
Six weeks later, Jungkook had maintained his stay at 160 while Jimin ended up dropping another fifteen pounds to put him at a slim 145.
A conversation came up one night between the younger two who took an account of their feelings on yet another significant size change.
In a matter of two years, both had gone up more than sixty pounds and then worked it back off so it would be understandable if they wanted to stay where they were after their hard work.
It didn’t talk long for them to make it clear to their boyfriends and each other that they very much missed gaining.
The pride in their weight loss had come from a place of getting to actively put on weight and get pampered in that way by their boyfriends again rather than being a smaller size.
In addition to the excitement to start again, all four were thinking about how fun it would be this time without the awkward starting period and the already-developed stomach capacity.
Somehow, the entire experience lined up perfectly with their one-year anniversary of dating as a foursome.
That was the perfect occasion to start again - giving Yoongi and Hoseok two weeks to prepare. Jimin and Jungkook both maintained their new weights until their anniversary dinner, wanting to initiate the second round of gaining with the stuffing their boyfriends were most certainly planning.
Yoongi and Hoseok had prepared an impressive spread for their dinner.
Spicy tteokbokki, pork tonkatsu, kimchi, rice, and mochi for Jimin’s menu while Jungkook was served samgyeopsal with all the accompanying banchan, ramen, kimchi mandu, and hotteok.
The food was set on serving plates across their large coffee table in the living room to allow Jimin and Jungkook to get comfortable on the couch for their big dinner.
“Wow, hyungs, this looks amazing,” Jungkook said as he entered the room, eyes widening at the amount of food. The sight alone made him feel a shot of heat through his belly, thinking about how fun it was going to be to let go and see the scale go back up.
Jimin simply walked across the room to give both their hyungs an appreciative kiss before taking his spot on the couch, ready to feel the warm tautness of his full belly once again.
He wore leggings instead of sweats and one of his tightest t-shirts, another one of his teasing efforts knowing that all four of them were going to love the sight of his belly fighting against his form-fitting clothes.
Jungkook plopped down on the couch next to Jimin, leaning over for a kiss of his own. He then rubbed his hands together and said, “Let’s eat well, Min-ah.”
Their hyungs smiled and started dishing out the food, deciding that the younger two could start by feeding themselves while their hyungs had much smaller servings of their own dinner.
Hoseok handed Jimin one of the mochis as a sweet starter while he dished the tteokbokki into a bowl for him as Jungkook immediately started building his first wrap, Yoongi dropping extra pieces onto his perilla leaf as he picked out his toppings.
Jimin moaned at his first bite of tteokbokki, already anticipating what the spice would do to his empty stomach. He ate the first bowl with haste, getting to the bottom in just minutes and feeling pleased that there was still significant room in his stomach for more.
Yoongi sent him a gummy smile as he refilled the bowl, having a silent moment while Hoseok was openly praising Jungkook’s equally enthusiastic efforts.
Jungkook built a wrap that was a better fit for Jimin’s taste and held it up to his mouth, following it with his lips after Jimin accepted it.
They got caught up in each other for a moment before their hyungs directed them to keep eating with the excuse of not wanting their food to get cold, a tried and true method of their stuffing encouragement.
The spice was already giving Jimin a nice bloat, resting his hand on his stomach for a moment allowed him to relish in the return of his favorite sensation. Hoseok took his pause as already needed a break.
“Minnie, are you already feeling full? You don’t need to push yourself if it hurts, baby - it has been a while since we’ve done this so it’s okay if you need to stop,” Hoseok said, taking Jimin’s hand into his own and grabbing the attention of their boyfriends.
Jimin blushed under the sudden attention and felt love overflowing for his attentive partners. He shook his head with a smile.
“I’m good, really - I just needed a moment to take in the feeling. I didn’t realize how much I missed this.”
Yoongi couldn’t resist leaning over to kiss him while both Jungkook and Hoseok cooed at his wholesome answer considering what was going on. “We missed it too, love.”
After the heartfelt moment passed, Jimin jumped back into his meal with gusto - trying his best to match Jungkook’s always impressive pace.
He alternated the tonkatsu and tteokbokki as they were both rich in different ways while Jungkook was going to work on the samgyeopsal until it was gone.
Jungkook gladly accepted bites of ramen or mandu from Yoongi’s chopsticks while he built his next wrap, never slowing down once. That familiar crest of his filling stomach started to return and he already started thinking about the next time they would get to do this.
Looking over at Jimin, Jungkook smiled when he saw Hoseok already taking over bringing the food to his boyfriend’s lips.
They all knew that Jimin loved being spoiled, always willing to eat more if it came from someone else’s hand. Jungkook managed to finish the samgyeopsal right as Jimin was taking the final bites of his tteokbokki.
Jungkook immediately jumped into his ramen, finally letting Yoongi take the reigns as he maintained the same speed that the younger liked while he ate - his philosophy being the faster he went, the more he got down.
Jimin, on the other hand, liked to relax back into the couch in between dishes and let Hosoek push and prod on his belly while he digested a little bit.
Hoseok slipped his hands beneath Jimin’s tightening shirt, hooking his fingers into the waistband of his pants and tucking it down below the younger’s stomach.
His slim tummy hardly counted as belly just yet, but his bloated stomach was slightly pushed out by the pinch of his leggings - a welcome sight returning.
“What would you like next, Min-ah?” Hoseok asked as Yoongi and Jungkook were wrapped up in their own little world.
“Anything is fine, just want more,” Jimin answered honestly, sounding breathless not from the food but his arousal.
Hoseok smiled at the answer, tossing a few of the dumplings into the bowl of rice and kimchi before bringing them closer.
He held up one of the mandu first, offering the decently-sized dumpling and expecting Jimin to bite off some only to be surprised by the younger taking the entire thing into his mouth - puffing out his cute cheeks to accommodate it.
“Hmm, someone’s being a good boy tonight,” Hoseok whispered as he rubbed Jimin’s stomach and watched him chew through his giant bite.
Jimin nodded, as he finally got the dumpling down followed by a few panting breaths.
“Always good, hyung.”
“Yes, you are, baby. My perfect Minnie,” Hoseok continued, enjoying the mood Jimin was setting that seemed to match whatever energy Yoongi and Jungkook had going between them.
Jungkook was working through the ramen with a bright blush on his cheeks from whatever Yoongi was saying to him.
“Another one, please,” Jimin requested, always well-mannered no matter how far they went.
Hoseok smiled and kissed his cheek before offering another dumpling, impressed to see Jimin take the entire thing yet again.
Hoseok smirked when he noticed Yoongi watching them, equally impressed with Jimin’s big bites. “Someone is really enjoying your mandu, hyung.”
Yoongi smiled and sent Jimin a little flying kiss who responded with a little embarrassed whine, his typical response at being called out for his hefty bites.
Jungkook took in what Jimin was doing and decided to join him, asking for a dumpling himself and downing the whole thing.
Their hyungs loved it when a co-stuffing devolved into a bite-for-bite competition between the two because Jungkook felt the desire to win so he pushed on while Jimin just wanted to see his boyfriend eat more than him, going as far as his stomach would allow knowing that Jungkook would go farther.
They finished the dumplings in record time, leading to Jimin wanting another break to sip on his Chilsung while Jungkook moved on to the last bit of his ramen.
Hoseok got the sense that Jimin was reaching his limit for the evening, already impressed by how far both were going in their first stuffing in over seven months.
Pulling the dessert tray closer, Hoseok held up one of the mochis to see how Jimin responded. There were only five of them, the sixth being Jimin’s appetizer to his dinner, but they were decently sized with a whole strawberry inside so he would see how many they went through.
Jimin said nothing, simply opened his mouth for one as he saw that Jungkook still had room to go and he hated stopping too far ahead of the younger in case it made him stop before he reached his actual limit.
Hosoek brought the mochi to his lips, shocked again as Jimin simply took the entire thing rather than biting some off. The mochi was slightly bigger than the dumplings had been so Jimin’s cheeks were puffed out like a chipmunk, looking absolutely adorable.
“You are so fucking cute, Minnie. I love your cheeks,” Hoseok praised, happy to see the little upturn of Jimin’s lips in response only making him that much cuter.
Yoongi noticed that Jimin had shifted to dessert so he made the same offer to Jungkook.
“Ready for something sweet, baby? There is hotteok for you.”
Jungkook nodded eagerly, knowing the shift to sugar would give him a bit more room as he was feeling very full - not uncomfortable yet but getting close. He looked over at Jimin for a moment, endeared by the same sight as Hoseok.
Their boyfriend really did have the cutest cheeks.
The hotteok was at his lips before Jungkook even realized that Yoongi had grabbed it, instinctively opening his mouth to eat it.
The next few minutes went by quietly aside from Jungkook’s little grunts and groans at how good his dessert was and Jimin’s panting breaths each time he got one of the mochis down.
While Jungkook was still working on his last few hotteok, he and Yoongi watched Hoseok start to tenderly caress Jimin’s taut stomach.
Certainly hitting his limit, Jimin felt all the food inside of him with every breath. He had to breathe through a few cramps when Hoseok pressed into his skin, not receiving much give.
His moans got louder as his hyung’s hand started to sneak down below his waistband.
“Our pretty Min-ah, stuffed to the brim. I think someone deserves a reward for eating so well, right?” Hoseok prompted, almost teasing with his tone as his hand snuck into Jimin’s boxers and his lips latching onto the younger’s neck.
“P-Please, hyung…” Jimin stuttered out, his breath catching when he felt Hoseok’s hand wrap around his cock.
It sent a hot sensation through his abdomen, chills raising on his skin as his boyfriend started to slowly move his hand along Jimin’s hard shaft.
Hoseok looked over at Yoongi who was getting Jungkook into a similar situation, taking a moment to consider if they should move it to the bedroom.
They at least were going to need lube if they stayed in the living room so they may as well go get spread out in bed. He would also be lying to himself if he said the motive behind wanting to move was comforting because all three of his boyfriends knew that Hoseok loved watching the younger two waddle around after a good stuffing.
Making the decision for them all, Hoseok stood and extended his hands to Jimin who wanted to hesitate but was also desperate to get fucked by at least one of his boyfriends.
With a gentle pull, Hosoek lifted Jimin from the couch who immediately cradled his bloated stomach which jutted out a few inches from his frame as if the muscle memory was still there from when he was fifty pounds heavier.
Now that he was up on his feet, Jimin was feeling more determined to get to his end goal. He wrapped his arms around Hoseok’s neck, deliberately pressing his bloated belly into his hyung’s slim abdomen.
“Hyung, wanna ride Ggukie…missed our bellies getting in the way when we get on top of each other. Want him deep inside by full tummy.”
“ Shit ,” Yoongi and Hoseok mumbled in tandem, loving when Jimin’s mouth got filthy.
“Please, hyungs, want that too. Need to feel all of you,” Jungkook groaned, hands on his own stomach before heaving himself off the couch and watching Hoseok encourage Jimin to head down the hall with a keyed-up Yoongi who had already smacked the younger’s perky ass twice.
Jungkook was turned around by Hoseok, his hyung’s determined hands wrapping around his sides to land on his stuffed belly. He could have melted into a puddle when his boyfriend started to whisper into his ear, tone husky and deep with arousal.
“Look out our Minnie, baby. Doesn’t he look good with his firm tummy? See his cute waddle from being so stuffed up, think about how heavy he is going to feel on top of you in a little bit.”
Jungkook let out a guttural moan as he leaned his head back onto Hoseok’s shoulder. His hyung always knew exactly how to rile him up, mostly because he and Hoseok both were turned on by the same things about Jimin so hearing it worded so perfectly went straight to his groin.
“Come on, Ggukie. We can’t keep them waiting. Yoongi-hyung may start without us.”
That was enough to have Jungkook ambling down the hallway as best as he could with Hoseok wrapped about his back.
They entered their bedroom to find Jimin already laid up in the middle, still fully clothed but shirt rucked up under his arms while Yoongi worshiped his bloated middle with open-mouthed kisses.
Jimin let out an almost melodic gasp when Yoongi’s teeth grazed his nipple, his chest always having been sensitive.
Hoseok led Jungkook to the bed and stripped him of his shirt to admire his firm middle, stuffed even more than Jimin. He encouraged the younger to climb up next to Jimin, allowing Yoongi to give him the same treatment.
Hoseok then returned to Jimin’s side, finally getting to remove his leggings and grabbing a bottle of lube from their nightstand.
His fingers went straight to work, wanting to get Jimin stretched and on top of Jungkook as soon as possible. Jimin moaned loudly as Hoseok’s first finger entered him without warning.
“Ah…ah, hyung, feels so good, want more,” Jimin rambled mindlessly, somewhat lost in his lust already.
“I know, love, I’m going as fast as I can,” Hoseok replied, leaning over to kiss Jimin on the lips. The movement forced Jimin to bend one leg up to allow the older access, his thigh meeting his belly with a soft thump.
Yoongi was continuing his mission to leave no part of Jungkook’s midsection untouched, taking a small amount of lube to prep his cock for Jimin without getting him off.
Jungkook had a constant string of moans falling from his lips as Yoongi kissed and licked and nipped at his belly.
“So nice and round, Ggukie. Can’t wait to see you get bigger all over again. So proud of you and Minnie for being so good for your hyungs,” Yoongi said in between kisses, knowing the praise would further deepen the youngest’s arousal.
Hoseok had Jimin near tears by the time his third finger was inside, continuing his passionate effort to open him up as quickly as possible.
Any other night, Hoseok would be the one to draw it out and tease all three of them, but the emotions were already too high and everyone needed a release as soon as possible.
“Ready, I’m ready, please. Need Gguk inside me now,” Jimin demanded, not wanting to release from Hoseok’s fingers alone.
“Okay, baby, go ahead. Take what you need,” Yoongi instructed, pushing Jungkook back against the pillows and moving his mouth from his stomach up to his boyfriend’s neck and jaw.
Hoseok gave Jimin his hand to help the younger sit up, pulling him over to straddle Jungkook and helping guide him down onto the younger’s cock.
Jimin threw his head back with a loud moan as bottomed out, hands blindly reaching forward to land on Jungkook’s stomach.
“Oh, fuck, Min, feels so good,” Jungkook mumbled, referring to the feeling of Jimin’s tight entrance as well as the pressure on his midsection from his boyfriend’s small but strong hands.
Yoongi was leaving deep marks along Jungkook’s collarbone while one of his hands was wrapped around his own shaft, slowly tugging towards a release at the various sounds from his boyfriends.
Hoseok placed himself behind Jimin, his fingers teasing the younger’s nipples, knowing fully well that he was quickly bringing his boyfriend into a state of overstimulation - not feeling a tiny bit guilty considering how much Jimin loved it.
“Gonna move, Ggukie, need to move,” Jimin warned as he went up on his knees slowly, followed by a quick move back down to fully bottom out once again. He repeated the motion a few more times while he and Jungkook both filled the room with their loud moans and cries of pleasure.
Jimin started to feel the burn in his thighs, but he was not about to slow down, only increasing his pace.
Between Hoseok’s hands on his chest and the sound of the bottom of his bloated stomach meeting Jungkook’s own taut middle, he was reaching his own release faster than he expected.
Jungkook was completely overwhelmed and ready to let go when he heard Jimin say he was almost there. He had instinctively started to arch his back at the sensation of his boyfriend bouncing on his cock, pushing his stuffed belly up into the air and bringing a cramp to his side.
The little pinch of pain from overeating and the pressure of his boyfriend’s hands at the same time was enough to send him over. He felt the hot release shoot into Jimin, filling him up even though it wouldn’t make a difference in his already bloated stomach.
Hoseok’s hand was back on Jimin’s cock, bringing him to his release at nearly the same time as Jungkook - white streaks spreading across the youngest’s belly.
Jimin’s chest was heaving as he tried to catch his breath, legs feeling like jelly as he immediately fell forward onto his boyfriend below him.
His sticky cum was now evenly painted on both their stomachs as they let out matching groans at the added pressure.
Jungkook’s hands instinctively wrapped around Jimin as shared a relatively soft kiss considering what they just finished doing.
Their hyungs were happy to let them have their own relaxing moment to come down from their euphoric haze while they found their own pleasure.
Neither was far off after watching their beautiful babies enjoy each other so well only after enjoying their dinner even better.
Jimin was startled as he was pulled off of Jungkook’s chest, not even realizing that he had dozed off. Yoongi was now cleaning him up with a warm cloth while Hoseok did the same for Jungkook.
His hyung followed each swipe with gentle words or even gentler kisses, aware of Jimin’s sensitive headspace after an intense session.
“Love you, Yoonie,” Jimin mumbled, barely awake through the unwanted movement.
“I love you too, baby,” Yoongi replied, kissing Jimin on the forehead and encouraging him to roll on his side, knowing it would be more comfortable.
Jungkook quickly found Jimin’s back, wrapping himself as closely as he could without adding pressure to his still-tender stomach. He pressed a few kisses to the nape of Jimin’s neck, not receiving a response as the other had already drifted off to sleep.
Hoseok returned quickly from shutting down the rest of the house while Yoongi cleaned up the bedroom.
More 'I love you's were shared between the three that were still awake, feeling the arousal and lust start to bleed into a warm sense of love for each other.
Feeling their hyungs get into bed with them - Hoseok wrapping himself around Jungkook’s back while Yoongi cuddled up to the front of Jimin - Jungkook finally let himself fall asleep.
Hoseok and Yoongi exchanged a happy look before falling into their own slumber, excited to know that they could look forward to fattening up their babies for the second time.
Spending the night before creating a plan, Jungkook sent an ominous text to Jimin that morning. The alpha knew his mate probably was thinking about it all day because he loved when Jungkook planned something more special than just a standard stuffing. Jimin enjoyed an extra push or being sent out of his comfort zone and Jungkook was nothing if not an alpha who provided for his mate.
Jungkook had told his mate to put on one of his stretchy, fitted dresses and set up the table for dinner. The alpha was picking up a significant takeout on his way home from work and looked forward to seeing how much Jimin could handle that night. It had been at least a month since their last proper session so the alpha decided his omega deserved to be spoiled while also having a little treat for himself.
After debating between sushi and pizza, Jungkook ended up going with jajangmyeon. Jimin loved it with a decent heat level and somehow, he could always finish his noodles when motivated the right way.
Although this time, the alpha bought three orders and was going to see if his mate was up for the challenge. Between the hefty servings of noodles taking up space alongside the nice effect the spice would have on Jimin, the alpha knew it was going to be fun no matter how much his omega finished.
Jimin met his alpha at the door when he arrived home, looking beautiful in his dark green dress. The fabric clung to his soft tummy that was finally starting to show in tight clothes all the time instead of just when he was full. Jungkook knew that everything would be set exactly as he asked - the only thing Jimin loved more than his alpha and good food was praise.
The table had plates and utensils as well as an assortment of water, soda, and beer. Jimin had even turned on quiet music and dimmed the lights with a few candles that created a nice ambiance. They both enjoyed creating romance and intimacy out their nights like this, not necessarily into the messier or more intense side of their shared kink.
Jungkook started unpacking the containers and noticed the omega’s eyes widen when he counted four orders of noodles, meaning three were intended for him. Jimin almost seemed a little nervous, but the alpha could tell he was excited more than anything else - his sweet honey scent filling the room.
Once it was all spread across the table, Jungkook encouraged him to dig in while he went to change. The alpha knew that Jimin probably expected him to come back in comfy clothes for the rest of the night, but he actually just exchanged his suit for a casual t-shirt and jeans look.
Jimin paused mid-bite and looked at his mate in confusion, asking if Jungkook had plans after dinner. The alpha simply told him it was a surprise and to keep eating his noodles. The instruction sparked new energy in Jimin and he eagerly dug back into his first container. For the next ten minutes, the couple ate together in comfortable silence - mainly because Jimin kept a steady stream of food going, only taking breaks to sip on his beer or soda.
Jungkook was honestly impressed to see how quickly his mate finished the first container. Jimin set it down on the table in front of him, the metal chopsticks clinking together as he leaned back in his chair and chugged down the second half of his beer. The alpha noted the start of a swell to Jimin’s belly already filling out his dress, the savory saltiness of the noodles paired with both his frothy beverages bloating his stomach.
The alpha swapped the empty container for the next full one after refilling the omega’s drink selection, tenderly rubbing Jimin’s stomach as he whispered praises in the omega’s ear. Jimin’s cheeks flushed from the encouragement as he started in on container number two. Jungkook went back to slowly working through his own portion of dinner, mostly caught up in watching his mate enjoy their meal.
Jimin paused, once again, to take a drink which end up being him draining his second glass of beer in one go. The noodles were very savory so it made sense that he needed a little palate cleanser. Jungkook was well aware of his omega’s high tolerance, but he grabbed the glass and pushed the soda closer to him - making it clear to go for that one next. He had plans for the evening that didn’t involve getting tipsy although he did tuck that away for another night.
While Jungkook arranged Jimin’s drinks, he watched his mate rubbing the side of his stomach; his chest was heaving just a bit after chugging his beer and it took him a couple of seconds to catch his breath. The alpha kissed his forehead and decided it was time to do a check-in. Jimin seemed grateful for the question as he asked for a little break to digest.
The omega’s stomach was forming a sweet little paunch; his dress continued to accentuate the bloat of salty noodles and carbonation. Stuffings had started giving her such a taut roundness to his tummy now that he had added a bit more weight to his frame. Jungkook recognized the feeling was from a very primal place within his alpha, but every time he saw Jimin like this, he was absolutely love-struck by the sight.
Jungkook encouraged him to keep going after a few minutes of gentle massage, knowing Jimin ate more when he ate faster. The little stomachache afterward was always worth packing more in given the results. The omega nodded and jumped right back into his second container, now halfway gone.
The next half went down like a dream and Jungkook was genuinely impressed at his determined second wave. Jimin looked at him, waiting for number three with a polite hand over his mouth to cover a few tiny hiccups and belches from the amount he had just sent down.
Jungkook asked if he was alright and if Jimin was certain he could handle the third container, not wanting to push too far but leaving the decision in his mate’s hands. Jimin admitted that it was going to be a nice stretch and he genuinely had more room, cheeks probably flushed with a little embarrassment if they hadn’t already been tinted red from the efforts of eating over the past hour.
The alpha knew his mate’s stomach capacity had certainly been increasing over the past few months, but Jungkook made a point to check as Jimin sometimes would get caught up in wanting to please him and end up uncomfortably full following some more intense stuffings. He trusted Jimin’s answer and slid the last container closer, deciding to feed it to his mate himself.
Bringing big bites to his mouth, Jungkook immediately noticed that the third container was a slower process, with more time chewing and more sips of his soda in between bites. At the halfway point, Jimin reclined back into his chair instead of leaning forward over the table - needing to let his belly stretch and accommodate his full stomach.
Jungkook’s eyes were stuck on his midsection. Leaning back showed the damage of the stuffing so well. His belly was perfectly round, bloated, and tight to the touch - only further highlighted by the perfectly formed fit of his dress. The alpha abandoned the container to get his hands on Jimin’s body.
The omega had been moaning and groaning through each bite and finally said he didn’t know if he could finish the third container. Jungkook stilled for a moment in thought and almost gave up on his plan to push his mate through the last part of the noodles, but he was looking forward to tonight’s idea so he decided to call it.
Jungkook put the lid back on the container and told Jimin that he did an amazing job. He did ask the omega to finish the rest of his soda, the carbonation good for the tight bloat of his stomach. The dress stretched nicely over his belly and he watched it expand just a little more as Jimin chugged down the rest of his glass.
Jimin went to press on the top of his belly, probably to push his food toward digestion, but the alpha stopped his hand. Jungkook wanted him to stay stuffed tight for as long as possible. He gave one gentle press to the top of his mate’s stomach to push out the pocket of air. Jimin let out a short belch and Jungkook watched as his stomach pushed just slightly farther, settling more after the air was released to its final stretch - not his max capacity but pretty close considering his plans for the evening.
Jungkook was going to test something out that Jimin had mentioned during the last big stuffing about three months ago. At that moment, the omega said that his belly was so prominent that he looked pregnant. Although the couple both didn’t want kids at that time, something about the comment had Jungkook thinking. He wondered if they could stuff Jimin so well that someone would think he was expecting and they were going to find out.
Offering his hands to help the omega stand, Jungkook smirked while Jimin looked at him as if he were insane. If anything, they typically camped on the couch for at least an hour before moving to the bed. Getting up and out was going to be a challenge and the first time they tried anything like this.
With a huff, Jimin accepted his alpha’s hands and scooched to the end of the chair. Jungkook couldn’t help but laugh when Jimin moved one hand to his lower back to help himself up. This may be easier than he initially thought if Jimin kept up those little habits that really sold the look of a pregnant omega.
Jungkook encouraged him to walk to the door and wait for him to grab their jackets and his wallet. The alpha told him that he would help with his shoes in a moment. Jimin’s eyes widened and he looked down at his prominent bump.
The omega gulped nervously and brought a hand to rub the top of his belly in a soothing motion. “We’re going out? Like this?”
The alpha smiled and winked. “Yeah, baby, you deserve dessert after that performance.”
“Oh, um, okay, thanks,” Jimin replied, not sounding entirely convinced and quite nervous.
Jungkook walked over and cupped his mate’s cheeks, offering a kiss. “Hey, we don’t have to do this. Tell me to stop and we will go lay in bed, put on a movie, and cuddle. It’s just an idea that I thought we may like to try out.”
Jimin looked at him with complete trust and knew that Jungkook would always take care of him. “No, you planned such a nice date night. I’m sure it will be fun.”
“Great. I wanted to take you to that new ice cream parlor. We can take the train,” Jungkook replied, instantly easing the mood back up with his excitement.
The omega just nodded and watched as Jungkook bent down to slip Jimin’s sneakers on and tie them. Jungkook put the jacket around his mate’s shoulders and appreciated how his belly was peeking out from the side. With a bolstering kiss, they left the house and started walking towards the train station.
Jungkook held Jimin’s hand and tried to suppress his smile at seeing the omega waddle a bit to accommodate his full stomach. The food must have been heavy in his belly, barely digested, and topped up with carbonation. Jimin was an absolute vision in his eyes.
As they approached the train station, the couple caught the eyes of an older beta woman who smiled as she passed them on the street. She looked from Jimin’s belly to the couple’s connected hands back to the omega’s belly. Jungkook held his breath, hoping she would say something but no comment, just a pleasant smile.
Arriving at their boarding stop, the stairs were an unexpected challenge. Jimin groaned on each step down, mumbling about how full he was and that he felt huge. Jungkook assumed that his mate might’ve been teasing him, knowing comments like that would rile the alpha up.
However, when the omega was actually short of breath at the bottom of the stairs, Jungkook realized that Jimin had absolutely meant what he said. The alpha had to maintain full restraint not to openly ogle him in the middle of the train station.
The timing worked well, and the train came just a few minutes after their arrival. Jungkook led them into a fairly full train for mid-evening and he searched for two open seats to no avail. His mate honestly looked like he was a little teary-eyed at the thought of standing for the entire ride, wanting to rest his full belly after the brutal staircase.
Jungkook rubbed the small of Jimin’s back to comfort him when an alpha spoke up from the bench next to them. The woman got up from her seat and gestured for Jimin to sit.
“Here, sweetheart, take my seat.”
“Oh, thank you, ma’am,” Jimin replied and he moved his hand to rest on his lower back before lowering himself to the seat. Jungkook didn’t know if his mate was moving that way subconsciously or if he was onto the alpha’s plan, but Jimin was certainly playing the part of the pregnant omega very well.
Jungkook moved to stand beside his omega, appearing to be the fully protective alpha, and said thank you to the alpha who offered her seat. She looked to be older, maybe in her fifties or sixties, and Jungkook waited in anticipation to see if she had more to say.
After a few moments, the woman said what Jungkook had been waiting for since you left the house - making the entire plan absolutely worth it.
“First-time parents?” she asked nicely, her tone genuine and sweet.
“Hmm?” Jimin responded, feigning innocence as if he didn’t hear the woman’s question. Jungkook could tell that his mate was a little shocked by the implication even if he was just as hopeful for that appearance as the alpha was.
The woman smiled and asked again, “You both look pretty young. Are you expecting your first?”
Jungkook had to fight off his feelings of smugness, plastering an excited smile on his face and replied, “Yeah, we are pretty excited.”
The alpha then noticed another elderly mate couple that was smiling from the next bench over, listening to the entire interaction.
The elderly omega joined in their conversation, asking, “Boy or girl?”
“Keeping it a surprise. The whole idea still seems so new,” Jungkook replied, earning a pointed look from Jimin that was hidden from the others when the omega turned to face his mate. The alpha had done his best to stop laughing at his mate’s reaction.
“Ahh, we get it. Congratulations either way!” the alpha who offered them the seat for Jimin said, still smiling at the young couple.
Jimin returned their happy sentiment, finally finding the words to speak. “Thank you! We appreciate your kindness.”
The alpha seemed endeared by Jimin’s sweet response. “Of course! I couldn’t make you stand the whole time. I remember when my wife was in the second trimester - lots of back pain. She would’ve had my head if I kept you on your feet.”
Jungkook looked down to see Jimin’s cheeks shining bright red as he smiled, rubbing his belly gently. Before any more could be said, the train came to a stop and the alpha offered his hand to help his mate stand up.
Nearly making the alpha laugh again, Jimin made a show of getting up, pushing out his belly, and thanking all three of their kind observers again. They walked off the train and Jungkook instantly directed them to a quiet corner to get his hands on his mate’s round middle.
“You hear that, baby. Second trimester. I wonder what he would have thought if I said you were stuffed to the brim with noodles instead of a baby,” Jungkook teased, peppering Jimin’s red cheeks with kisses as he tenderly rubbed his tight stomach.
Jimin whined and tried to cover his face. “Oh God, it was so embarrassing. I can’t believe that just happened.”
Jungkook scoffed, landing a few gentle pats on Jimin’s stomach and making it jiggle up and down a few times. “Was it? So embarrassing that you were waddling and laying it in thick with a hand on your back, pretending like you weren’t just well-fed and bloated. My pretty Minnie looks all knocked up.”
Jimin moaned quietly as his alpha continued his discreet belly massage. Between the situation of what just happened, the weight of his belly, and the fact that this conversation was happening in public, the omega was completely overwhelmed. Teasing at home was one thing, but Jimin was definitely discovering something about himself in the semi-private corner of the train station.
“Still want that ice cream? Gotta keep this belly tight and round for the ride home. You might get another free seat if they think you have a baby in here instead of a food baby,” Jungkook asked, continuing his verbal and physical taunt that was definitely affecting them both.
Feeling a little weak in the legs, Jimin leaned further into Jungkook as he knew his alpha would be glad to wrap his arms around him. “Yes, please, need more. Want more.”
“Of course you do, always need more. This nice belly needs to keep growing. Maybe next time, they’ll say the third trimester,” Jungkook whispered in his omega’s ear, his arms sneaking around Jimin’s waist and feeling his omega’s stuffed belly fighting against him.
“Next time?” Jimin whimpered, the omega ready to melt into a puddle of embarrassment even though he absolutely loved the idea of doing this again.
Jungkook knew that he needed to bring it back down, pushing Jimin very far in a very public area, but he couldn’t resist one final comment. “Oh yeah, next time. We’ll go farther, and see how long you can be stuffed up. We will have to stop along the way to refill, won’t we? Maybe we’ll go on a trip, and keep you stuffed the whole time.”
Jimin had to bite down on Jungkook’s shoulder to hide his guttural moan. “Fuck, yes, please.”
“But first, ice cream,” Jungkook prompted, encouraging Jimin to leave his little hiding place. His touches became more caressing than teasing. As soon as his omega pulled away from his shoulder, Jungkook pulled him into a tender kiss.
Taking a moment to breathe through his lingering arousal, Jimin finally came back to himself and gave his alpha a beaming smile. “Okay, ice cream.”
Jungkook chuckled, completely endeared by his mate, and leaned back in for a chaste peck. He offered his arm to Jimin with a gentlemanly gesture making his mate giggle and hooked his arm through the alpha’s elbow to direct them toward the station exit.
Jimin halted as the station opened up to the street. “Damn it, more fucking stairs.”
The alpha spent the entire ascent laughing at his mate’s pronounced waddle up the staircase. Jimin pouted and scolded him the entire time, feeling breathless once again at the end.
“Okay, new rule - no stairs next time,” Jimin declared, hand on his belly as he panted through the effects of carrying his stuffed self up the stairwell.
“Well, someone came around to a next time pretty quick, huh?” Jungkook teased, starting their walk toward the ice cream parlor with a smirk.
Jimin smacked his arm and rolled his eyes. “Oh hush, just keep walking. I want mint chocolate chip with sprinkles like right now.”
Jungkook leaned over and kissed his temple with a little huff of laughter, followed by another tap to the omega’s middle. “Man, you are really committed to the act, baby. Playing up the cravings and everything.”
The omega gasped as the blush returned to his cheeks, smacking the alpha’s arm once again. “Oh my God, shut up!”
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