Chubby Bangtan Tummies

Jin:

Namjoon:

Yoongi:

Tae:

Hobi letting us know consistently he is falling for him over and over:

No one loves Jimin more than Jungkook with his JM balloons, overwhelming gestures of love and screaming about Jimins selcas right along WITH Armys in chats 😂

Inspiration tweet here

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ namjoonie ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ vs. whatever he had goin on in sowoozoo 😳

Trigger Warning: Manipulation

“Damn you and your fit body. How are you not out of breath?” Jimin asked between small pants, exhausted from the walk from the car to the door. Taehyung chuckled as he knocked on the front door, giving his boyfriend a reassuring kiss on the head.

“It’s not you, baby.” A lie. “I go to the gym four times a week and run 5K every morning, I’m used to it.” Tae grinned, squeezing the soft chub on his boyfriends hip. Jimin rolled his eyes at the fact, disgusted that his boyfriend did that for fun. The soft clicks of heels grew closer and Jimin put on a smile for the woman that opened the door.

“Jimin, Taehyung! Aww honey, come here.” Taehyung’s mother screeched as soon as she saw the couple. Her thin, tall figure embraced Jimin, squeezing the life out of the shorter man. But once she pulled away and got a good look at him, her smile faltered.

“Oh, sweetheart, have you lost weight? You look so skinny!” Taehyung’s mother frowned, rubbing her hands over Jimin’s plump midsection. Another lie. In fact, he had gained weight since they’d last seen each other. Jimin now sported a small belly along with a pinch-able set of love handles. The rest of his body had also thickened out, filling the tight satin shirt and expensive trousers he was currently wearing. But, of course, Jimin was oblivious to his body’s obvious changes. His boyfriend had made sure of that.

“Didn’t I say the same, baby?” Tae pitched in, moving to stand behind Jimin, wrapping his arms around his body, holding his tummy in his large hands. Jimin was so used to the skinship around his midsection that none of this phased him. He looked down at his body in a slight pout, believing the façade. Jimin was about to agree when his stomach let out a roar of hunger, causing his puffy face to flush.

“Honey, get the dinner on the table, quick. The poor boy’s starving!” Taehyung’s dad’s voice boomed from the end of the hallway. Jimin sheepishly smiled as the large man pulled him into a giant bear hug. Tae’s dad was much like his son, fit and extremely muscular. He towered over Jimin, the trait running in the family.

“Come on, son. Let’s get some food in you.” He announced, patting Jimin’s stomach, causing it to jiggle at the movement. Despite the obvious visible changes, Jimin looked at his stomach, cupping the paunch.

“I guess I have lost some weight.” He sighed. Taehyung placed his larger hands over Jimin’s smaller, chubbier ones, leaning his chin on his shoulder.

“It has begun to worry me. My doctor told me that you just need to start eating larger meals and have plenty of snacks in between.” Taehyung informed, caressing his boyfriends belly which let out another growl. Jimin started to become anxious, he didn’t want to lose any more weight, so he desperately turned to Tae.

“Will you help me, Taehyungie? I didn’t think it was that noticeable.” Jimin pleaded, hands on Taehyung’s muscular chest.

“Of course, baby. I’ve hired a personal maid for the house, he’ll cook you anything you want so you won’t need to lift a finger whilst I’m at work. Now, come on, I think the foods ready.” Jimin muttered a small thank you, cute little smile back on his face. Taehyung led him into the dining room and sat him down on the closest seat. Jimin almost moaned at the heavenly smell, his stomach gurgling at the scent of food. Taehyung’s mother giggled as she placed the rather large pot in front of Jimin. Inside was one of Jimin’s favourite dishes, carbonara with white sauce. The slim woman grabbed a rather large fork and twirled some of the pasta before hovering it in front of Jimin’s mouth. The plump boy automatically opened his mouth and chewed the heavenly food, moaning at the flavour. Remains of the sauce was splattered all over his chubby cheeks, some dripping onto his shirt.

“Mmmm. So good.” Jimin mumbled with his mouth full, quiet laughter filled the room at the cute sight. Tae grinned as he wiped his boyfriends face with a napkin. His mother then spooned pasta into Jimin’s bowl, piling it up as high as she could whilst the boy was distracted.

“Tuck in, sweetheart. You know it’s rude to wait until everyone’s dished up.” She warned, looking pointedly at Jimin. He nodded guiltily and immediately started to wolf down the food.

Jimin didn’t even look twice when Tae’s mother brought out another, much smaller pot, dishing it out to the others. Inside was a much healthier spinach pasta with a healthy side salad. The larger pot was all Jimin’s, filled with extra fat, cheese and mountains of butter.

He also didn’t notice that his bowl was much deeper and larger than the others. Yet another tactic that went completely over his pretty little head.

The rest of the table fell into small chatter whilst Jimin stuffed himself, Tae’s hand slowly rubbing his back. Whenever his bowl started to empty, Taehyung just piled more in. Even as his shirt began to tighten, buttons starting to strain, skin peeking through the cracks, he didn’t even flinch. He just kept eating as if in a trance.

“What have you been up to then, Jimin, sweetheart?” Taehyung’s mother broke Jimin’s daze, the boy looking up from his bowl, mouth filled to the brim with the fatty carbs. Jimin hurried to chew and swallow before attempting to speak, unaware of the mess of sauce that was left on his face and dripping onto his bloated stomach.

“Here, baby, open.” Taehyung chuckled, lifting a glass of soda to his lips. Jimin let Tae pour the liquid down his throat, his own hands busy holding his rounded belly. He managed to polish off the whole glass in mere seconds, not realising how thirsty he was. Tae’s parents gazed on in amusement as Jimin stuttered out a sentence in between little hiccups and burps from the gassy liquid.

“I *hic* umm. Well *urp* I guess I haven’t done much in a while.” Jimin muttered as he thought back to the last few months. “I guess ever since I quit dance I haven’t been that busy.” He continued, missing the way his boyfriend frowned at the mention of him exercising. Even his parents looked disappointed at the thought.

“I forgot you used to dance.” Tae’s dad recounted, eyes flicking over to the now heftier figure that Jimin sported, his dancers body completely hidden in the thick layer of fat that Taehyung helped put there. The poor boy couldn’t even walk from one room to the other without getting winded, let alone do something as exhausting as dance.

“… Me too.” Jimin thought out loud, hands smoothing over his stuffed stomach as he tried to remember, the memories hazy.

“He hated it. I’m glad he stopped, it was completely draining him. It was an unhealthy habit.” Taehyung interjected, frown sat heavy on his perfect features. Jimin immediately felt bad that he brought it up, taking his tubby hand into Tae’s larger ones.

“It’s ok, Taehyungie. I quit, remember. It’s all behind me, I shouldn’t have brought it up.” Jimin reassured him. He grunted as he attempted to lean up and kiss his boyfriends cheek, his body too heavy for him to lift. Taehyung helped by leaning his face down, pulling Jimin into a kiss. The stuffed boy quietly apologised for bringing up the tough memory to which Tae smiled, forgiving him with another kiss. Once they pulled away Jimin attempted to lean forward again to continue his meal but groaned as his stomach was too tight and heavy to move.

“Oh, sweetheart, I’m so sorry I completely forgot.” Tae’s mother interjected, “Our new chairs have this lovely feature!” She added, rushing to Jimin’s side, pressing a button on the side of his seat. His chair immediately began to slowly recline back a few inches. Jimin sighed as it gave his bloated stomach more room. His swollen tummy now pushing out on display. He was once again oblivious to the fact that his was the only chair that had this feature. And was the only one wide enough.

“Is that more comfortable for you, sweetie?” Jimin nodded, eyes closed in relaxation. He didn’t realise before, but he was beginning to get sleepy from all the food he’d eaten.

“It’s not nap time yet, baby. Open wide, I’ll feed you.” Taehyung brought large servings of the heavy pasta to Jimin’s mouth. The stuffed boy lazily parted his lips every time he finished a bite, barely having time to breathe before more food was pushed in. The room had gone quiet as Taehyung intimately fed his boyfriend. The only noises made were those coming from Jimin chewing the fattening food with the occasional grunt or moan, or Tae whispering little encouragements. His parents just watched on with proud smiles on their faces, long since finishing their own food. And as Jimin was finishing his last bowl, they cleaned the table and brought out one last dish.

“That’s it, baby. All done.” Taehyung grinned, putting the bowl down before kissing Jimin’s head. At this point Jimin’s shirt was barely holding together. Even his belly covered his crotch from sight, so Tae had no idea if the button had popped already. Jimin gave a quick smile before he began to pant, a pained whine escaped him as he held his strained gut in his hands. Tae took this as a cue and began to massage his poor tummy.

“Gosh, I’m so jealous. My stomach never looks that small when it’s bloated.” Tae’s mother complained, a dainty hand on her still flat stomach as she sat back down. Everyone’s eyes landed on Jimin’s belly, the boy giggling at the statement, giving a little nod in agreement as the others shared a knowing glance and smile.

“Bloated? He’s still hungry, aren’t you, baby?” As if it heard, Jimin’s stomach made a little gurgle in protest. But the boy had been taught that that meant he was hungry, so he quickly nodded.

“Great! I made you’re favourite, chocolate cake!” At the mention of the food, Jimin immediately perked up. He once again failed to notice that he was the only one being served, completely missing the fact that there was only one plate on the table. A large piece was cut and given to Taehyung to feed to Jimin. This time, the boy ate much slower, obviously painfully full. His breaths were heavy as he made his way through the cake.

It was when the third piece was cut when a popping sound was heard. Jimin’s brows furrowed in confusion but before he could ask what had happened, more cake was shoved in his mouth. Crumbs and frosting gathered around his mouth, cheeks and onto his chest and stomach. With a moan, he continued to chew. When another forkful was brought to his lips he shakily grabbed his boyfriends arm with both hands, pointing to the soda. Taehyung placed the cake down, skipped the glass and went straight for the 2litre bottle which was still half full.

“Open, baby. Tap me when you want to stop.” Jimin grasped his arm and began to chug as Tae expertly poured the bottle back bit by bit. His eyes were squeezed shut as he gulped the bubbly liquid down his gullet. He tapped Taehyung’s arm and the bottle was taken back. Jimin spent the next minute gasping for air, his packed gut bouncing up and down with each breath.

Jimin made a little grunting sound and his boyfriend quickly knew what he meant, bringing the bottle back to his lips. The last quarter of the bottle disappeared down his throat and as he finished it off another popping sound was heard. And another. And another.

“Huh?” Jimin huffed, his stomach feeling cold all of a sudden. He started to drop his hands to feel his belly when Taehyung stopped him.

“No, no, baby. Rest your arms, that’s it. They ache don’t they? Poor baby. Let me help you.” Tae interjected and moved his boyfriends arms to rest by his sides as Jimin panted.

“Dad, can you go get Jiminie’s pyjamas out of our suitcase please? The white top without buttons and the grey sweatpants.” Taehyung asked before giving Jimin a flurry of forehead kisses. Jimin wriggled around in his seat, his pants suddenly feeling uncomfortably tight.

“Too tight.” Jimin gasped, tugging at his skintight trousers. Taehyung cooed before grabbing the cake and spooning more into Jimin’s mouth, who continued to chew despite the pain it put him in, not connecting the dots as to why it hurts. It only took a few more bites until his trouser button flew off. Jimin’s belly flopped down onto his lap, rock solid. Angry red lines from where his trousers dug in were out in the open.

Jimin shivered in relief and tried to open his eyes and look down to see why his stomach felt lighter and colder. But his eyes fluttered back closed when he felt Tae’s luscious lips on his. This time, it was Taehyung that moaned into the kiss.

“Well done, sweetheart. If you keep eating like that, you’ll be healthy in no time.” Taehyung’s mother congratulated, patting Jimin’s head. The boy lifted his head, eyes wide and face covered in chocolate.

“Really?” He asked in disbelief, breathing heavily. Taehyung softly turned Jimin’s head towards his and grinned.

“Really. I’m so proud of you, baby. We’ll get you cleaned up now so you can have your nap.” Taehyung smiled as his mother passed him a wet cloth. Jimin closed his eyes as his boyfriend wiped him down. He never really understood why he had to clean his face and sometimes chest and stomach after eating, but he didn’t mind as it was a very relaxing feeling.

“Ok, baby, we need to get you up so we can get you in your pyjamas. Just lean on me, ok?” Tae whispered as he put the cloth down. Jimin automatically raised his arms so that Taehyung could pull him up. Tae managed to carefully pull Jimin up effortlessly, but as soon as he had to balance on his own feet, he began to wobble. Thankfully Tae and his mother held him upright. For some reason Jimin felt so much heavier than he did earlier and it was making it hard for him to stand.

Jimin puffed at the exercise as he felt hands tugging off his shirt and peeling off his trousers. He could’ve sworn he was wearing buttons, but shrugged away the thought, too tired to care. Jimin yawned as he was told to step into his sweatpants, the action making his legs ache, he just wanted to lay down.

“Arms up.” He was ordered and so he did just that. His white top was pulled on and stretched over his tummy. Taehyung pulled the fabric down as low as it would go and let go but the fabric bounced back up, just covering his belly button. Hmm, he’ll have to secretly size up on this top too. He made a mental note to message his assistant to go clothes shopping again.

Taehyung put one arm underneath Jimin’s back and one underneath his legs and pulled the chubby boy into his arms. He carried his stuffed boyfriend to the couch and laid him down, sitting next to his belly.

“It hurts.” Jimin whined, cradling his stomach in his arms.

“Aww, baby. Do you have cramps again.” Jimin weakly nodded, letting out little puffs. Taehyung cooed as he pushed Jimin’s top up underneath his chest and began to massage his boyfriends gut. Jimin’s breaths getting lighter and lighter as he began to fall asleep. Soon, the room was filled with the sound of soft snores. Tae kissed Jimin’s forehead before pecking his taught tummy too. He stood up, leaving his shirt tucked up, his smooth belly on full display.

“He’s so cute.” Taehyung’s mother sighed, gaze on Jimin’s puffy sleeping face. “I just want to wake him up and feed him his cookies now!”

“You’ve done well with him, son. I don’t know how you’ve managed to fatten him up so quickly without him noticing.” Tae’s dad added, eyes taking in Jimin’s fattened figure. Taehyung shrugged off the compliment.

“Yeah, he’s just perfect. I love him so much.” He smiled warmly as he watched his boyfriend sleep, stomach gurgling as his body furiously tried to digest all of the carbs he stuffed inside.

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In which succubus Jimin gets more than what he bargained for

sure i love catboys 😎

j//k: you’re doing so good. just a bit more (:

j1m1n: uh-huh

(,: i kinda like this one

drew j/k in a crop top bc im

cw: feederism, belly kink, weight gain, burping, brief mention of body image regarding jimin’s family, streamer!jimin. 

okay *picks up pencil* let’s get into it 📝

*drumroll* 🥁 i call this one spots

ahhh thank you so much (,: and yes absolutely

BAM he’s eating cupcakes 🧁. lmao it’s supposed to be like the wrappers next to him in a pile but i can’t draw. 😎

i hate drawings hands so very much

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