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He should have known, Seokjin is much more sedentary than Jungkook, or, better said, he avoids exercise. 

You could say he is very active about that. Lol. 

Seokjin has no reason to be eating 160 grams of protein a day. He should have made himself an alternative, several. Because now his boyfriend isn’t the only one getting bigger. 

It’s just… the kind of bigger Seokjin is becoming is far different from his weightlifter boyfriend. While Jungkook’s body fat percentage decreases, despite getting heavier, Seokjin’s is skyrocketing. 

He isn’t stupid, of course he noticed. He also noticed the way the enthusiasm for their changing bodies was mutual. After all, Jungkook is getting stronger every week, and better at handling all of Seokjin’s mass. 

Hell, he is even willing to bet Jungkook takes it as a challenge. Especially once Seokjin begins to teeter on the edge of… properly fat. And they’re no longer both XLs, since he has to size up. That only seems to make Jungkook more ravenous for his boyfriend. 

Hands rougher as they work him up, Seokjin’s skin conveniently more sensitive than ever, and his squeaks just as loud as Jungkook manhandles him to either sit on the counter, or tries to carry him to the nearest surface. His grunts animalistic with effort and arousal as his hands sink into the increasing girth of Seokjin’s thighs. Already panting by the time he sets Seokjin down, but grinning pleased with himself and his lover. 

How could Seokjin stop himself when he is being so encouraged? All he can do is scold Jungkook into making sure he is carrying Seokjin with proper technique. But it's not like he can know for sure, he doesn’t know what a “dead-lift” is. 

So what if Seokjin is fat? His stomach sagging over the waistband of his pants, unless it's tucked in. His own pecs grown into full breasty-like mounds of fat. Rolls stacked on his waist and ass spilling over the waistband of his pjs. His arms fatty and unfit and his face rounded to perfection, plump double chin proudly under his jaw, and cheeks making his eyes crinkle when his smiles and his lips poutier and more irresistible. Jungkook loves it, and Seokjin has become quite used to overindulgence. 

If Seokjin was already lazy before, all this extra pillage was only making his aversion for movement worse. Working remotely, and getting absolutely spoiled by his boyfriend whenever he’s home… Seokjin didn’t have many excuses to move then, now he’s become completely sedentary. 

The most time he spends standing up is when he’s cooking. 

And lately… even that's started to feel like a lot. 

They’re cuddled in the couch, nestled perfectly into the dent both of their bodies create on their couch. At some point, Jungkook would be the one to sink into the cushions and Seokjin… well Seokjin was a twink. 

Now he has to set his hands on his knees to haul his body up from the couch, a grunt leaving the back of his throat as he feels Jungkook’s eye set on his backside. ” And he confirms it when he turns over his shoulder to smile down at his boyfriend, who has a pleased smile drawn over his face. Probably from noticing the way all of the folds in Seokjin’s side deepen. 

“I’ll get started on dinner.” He says, instead of commenting on the growing arousing tension between them. 

It's more fun that way, having Jungkook turn his head and follow the slow pace of Seokjin’s waddle into their kitchen. Where Seokjin’s own workout is about to start. 

As he mentioned, his walking was reduced to a slower, more limited, swaying. Shifting his weight side to side, his belly oscillates along with each step, and it slaps against his pelvis. The movement constantly threatened to make his shirt ride up from where Seokjin had tucked it inside his sweatpants. But it's not like his belly is entirely to blame, all of his body bounces and ripples when he walks, plump girthy lovehandles causing the same effect on the back of his shirt too. 

He doesn’t feel winded by the time he gets to the counter, though that might be because Seokjin is in a perpetual state of heavy breathing. 

Tonight's menu is creamy protein pasta with chicken. Already having optimized his course around the kitchen to do as little walking as possible he stops by the fridge, grabs his chicken breasts, cream, protein enhanced milk, cheese and onion. Acutely aware of the way his sweatpants feel restrictive whenever he has to lean down for any specific ingredient. Seams creaking in its typical empty threat. 

That feeling is buried, however, under the warm press of his belly sagging down and pressing fully against his lap. Squishing out into the sides under the “squat” Seokjin is pulling to get the cheese that was weirdly stored at the bottom of the fridge. He is willing to suspect it has something to do with the big round eyes blaring at him from behind. Cute. 

Using his belly for support, he holds all the ingredients against the shelf of his stomach and stands back up. Hip-bumping the fridge close and feeling his entire body rattle in response. Already, just setting everything on his counter, his underbelly takes a comfy sit on the cold surface. Seokjin can feel the little sliver of skin right in the middle, as his shirt begins to surrender its grip on his gut. 

The battle is completely lost when Seokjin has to lift his arm up to the cabinet to pull the pasta out. Shirt riding up and settling much more comfortably in the dent of his sunken belly button; squished between two big rolls. The cold air that his chubby love handles makes shivers run up his spine. Or maybe is the chuckle he hears behind his back as it all happens. 

He relishes in the growing tension, heart picking up in pace as he gets to filling the pot with water. “What's so funny?” Seokjin doesn’t have to turn around to know Jungkook is probably sat on the breakfast bar, ogling him. 

“Nothing. I’m just really excited about dinner.” His tone isn’t convincing anyone, and it doesn’t have to. Seokjin smiles to himself as his chubby hands expertly peel and chop the garlic and green onion. Feel everything from his cheeks, to his arms, to his ass, jiggle with the quick motion. Not to mention, the way his fattened chest squishes together as his arms get closer to the vegetables. 

By this point, he’s been standing for maybe a good… 4-5 minutes? And his body is beginning to remind him though. His feet not bothering to get up from the floor as he drags his steps from the sink to the stove, ankles already asking for a break. But it's not nearly as noticeable as the way his arms tremble trying to carry the pot full of water. Using, once again, the shelf of his belly as support, letting the edge of the pot sink into the pliant fat. As if seeing his feet wasn’t already impossible, now all Seokjin gets when he looks down is a reflection of his round face on the rippling water; thick double chin on full display. 

The sigh of relief that leaves his lips once he sets it down is embarrassing. Almost as embarrassing as the way his body ripples with every motion. And what’s worse is, Seokjin isn’t nearly done with getting to sit down. Salting the water and putting it to boil before he has to waddle to start working on the sauce. Having to make his way forward and back from the stove again.

Ever since gaining all this weight, Seokjin went from being cold all the time, to being on the brink of overheating almost constantly. Which means he’s gotten into a love-hate relationship with the stove. The two flames at each of the stoves seemingly insignificant, but to him, they’re what finish reddening his face and make sweat cling to the corners of his face. 

And it just heightens every other sensation, like the uncomfortable clinging of his shirts to the rolls on his sides, or the restrictive grip the fabric has on his sleeves; wing wobbling with the movement of his wrist on the spoon. Which only adds to the soreness blooming on his shoulder from stirring the creamy sauce in the pan. Not to mention, he can’t have his belly sitting on the stove, forcing his poor lower back to carry with the full weight of his gut, making his back arch forward and making the pliant, naked, fat of his overhang sink into the counter. 

Seokjin can’t really tell when the transition happens. From his usual big-boy breathing to full on panting. Maybe somewhere on his trip from the counter to grab the pasta to rip the box open and waddling all the way back to pour it. One hand dipping the box forward while the other seeks support gripping the counter. 

All while Jungkook does absolutely nothing. Seokjin turns his head to find his boyfriend’s eyes still fixated on him, head resting on his palm, enjoying himself. 

“Do you… Do you mind watching over this? I need to sit down.” His words come out breathy and divided by his winded tone. 

Jungkook’s smile only widens. “Oh, I’m actually kind of sore after my boxing class, hyung. Can’t you do it? You’ve been home all day…” Maybe that's the problem, Seokjin’s countless days spent at home doing nothing.

His resistance is nothing new, but it doesn’t stop from making Seokjin’s face redden. More than it already has with exertion. His boyfriend wants him to admit it, he’s gotten too fat to stand up while cooking. 

“Isn’t that why you work out? To help your poor boyfriend?” There's a joking tone behind his words, but his embarrassment is just as palpable. 

“I think my boyfriend got himself into this position.” The slow gaze Jungkook’s eyes do from the top to the bottom of Seokjin’s body is enough to make his knees buckle, as if the weight of his own body wasn’t already threatening to make his fattened legs give up. 

That makes him chuckle. “Did I? You asked for these types of meals.” 

“You just give in to everything I ask?” Jungkook retorts. 

“I think it's obvious I don’t have the best self-control.”  Seokjin sets a hand on his fattened hip both for emphasis and for support. Exhaustion getting the best of his resolve, his expression melts into a pout. “Please.” He adds. 

"Don't you think you might want to slow down a little?" Jin's eyebrows were raised in an incredulous manner. Though his tone held concern, there wasn't effort in hiding the smile that was playing at the corner of his lips. Tonight the two were not exactly attending a promotional event, no, instead this was more of a casual party.

Jungkook and Jin had promised to be eachother's wingmen tonight, and Jin didn't think his chances of getting laid were very good if his friend was too drunk to help him out. But even with the older man's sense of irritation, he was still amused. Jungkook was already on his third beer, and it seemed like he was made of more carbonation than anything else at this point.

"Tch," Jungkook scrunched up his nose, feeling the tingle of carbonation come up his throat and tickle the back of his sinuses. "I'm just trying to," He interupted himself to swallow down more air. Jin thought that seemed impossible at this point. "I'm just trying to enjoy myself."

"You seem more nervous than anything." Jin retorted, watching in awe as Jungkook finished his third bottle of beer. He watched as the foam slid down the slick glass and onto Jungkook's tongue. Looking down, Jin could see how the small button up shirt Jungkook was wearing began to press out from his bloated stomach.

Then he heard a small gurgle, Jungkook's throat struggling to hold back a drunk burp. JK pressed the knuckle of his fist against his mouth, his bottom lip and piercing puffing out a bit as he barely supressed the air. His face was glowing pink, and he giggled when he finally fought off the burp.

"Maybe I am a little bit. But I've got my Jin-Hyung here for support, yeah?" Jungkook teased, wrapping an arm around the other and pulling him closer.

Jin tried to ignore the warmth that rose in his face as he felt his hip press against Jungkook's stomach. He could tell that if there was no loud music playing, he would be able to hear the liquid sloshing around in Jungkook's belly. It whined against the pressure, gurgling and sending tiny tingling vibrations through Jin.

This was when he instinctively leaned forward, pressing a hand against JK's upper stomach. It felt taut under his touch, and Jungkook's immediate reaction was to freeze up. The small pokes of Jin's finger tips threatened the peace Jungkook was trying to hold in not making it so obvious he was gassy.

Jin could see past these efforts, though. And the way Jungkook squirmed under his touch made a fire curl in his stomach. An odd, sickly fire that he hadn't really been in touch with before. And the way a silent, suppressed burp traveled up and out of Jungkook only intrigued Jin further.

"You look like you're going to explode. I told you it was a bad idea to only eat popcorn before drinking all that beer." He moved to hold his palm gently down against Jungkook's belly, beginning to rub it in slow circles. They were sitting on a couch at this party, and though no one else was paying them any mind, the public approach still had Jungkook shocked. His mouth slightly open, he barely processed as Jin gently pressed down and massaged his bloated stomach, trying to relieve some pressure.

"Uurp," a small burp eventually slipped out, and Jungkook seemed to grab hold of some of his senses. He covered his mouth with his hand, feeling the bitter taste of beer buzz through his head. His eyes weren't focused from being so intoxicated, and he placed his hand over Jin's own. But he didn't pull the other away. "I'm sorry, you're pressing right against my stomach..." He playfully pulled up one of his fingers, letting it fall back down to settle on the soft drum of Jungkook's tummy with a small bounce.

Jin and JK caught eyes, and both seemed to realize something... Jin had never heard Jungkook burp like that, and suddenly he felt the need to hear it more. To put the younger man in his place, and prove how silly he was to get so drunk so quickly. Jin found Jungkook's eagerness amusing, and so Jin decided to take it another step further.

"All that 'enjoying' yourself is making you bloated. I'm trying to give you some relief, so you're not having to unbutton your pants or adjust your belt around our potential dates." Jin scolded, sucessfully exaggerating how serious the situation was. Jungkook held a flushed expression on his face that showed his mortification, still at a point in his life where he cared about keeping up a polite appearance.

Jungkook glanced around, his dark brown eyes wide as his mouth twisted. Another wave of pressure came up his throat as Jin pressed curious fingers against the sides of his stomach. Still trying to hold back, Jungkook let some of the air exhale through his nose first before opening his mouth. The belch that came from him made Jin grin like a maniac. It was long, and deeper than expected, but the face of relief Jungkook made afterwards was just too cute.

Jin could feel himself melt. As Jungkook let out another tiny burp, Jin took the opportunity to look at their surroundings. That was when he noticed a group of girls across the room looking over at the two. They were laughing... were they laughing at them?

Jin grimaced slightly, realizing his mindless self indulgence was putting him and JK's hookup opportunities in Jeopardy. Looking at Jungkook's face, Jin bit his lip... Why was this such a hard decision? Making his friend burp was almost more enjoyable than sex, somehow.

Insane statement to admit to himself, but Jin was going to have to unpack that later. Catching eye contact with a couple of the girls, he pulled Jungkook close to himself, propping the younger man's chin on his shoulder. He could feel Jungkook's shoulders tense up against him, but his drunk instincts shifted into having him give Jin a hug. He chuckled.

"You're being ridiculous," Jungkook was the one scolding now. But his stomach could still be heard and felt by Jin, churning like a storm.

Keeping eye contact with the women, a grin spread across Jin's face. He knew how he could really flip the tables on his Kooky. "What is so ridiculous is that I have burp you like you're a literal baby because you're too drunk. How old are you, again? You've been over twenty one for a whiiile now." Jin teased, a breathey laugh leaving him with a snort as he thumped the butt of his hand between Jungkook's shoulder blades.

Continuing to pat Jungkook's back open-palmed and with gentle force, something miraculous occured. Before Jungkook could try pulling away, two abrupt burps left him. Even Jin seemed surprised, and he rolled his eyes a little.

He had stopped for a moment, before patting Jungkook's back again. This was met with another burp, louder this time, followed by a whimper and wet swallow from JK. "W-what the fuck..." Jungkook whined under his breath, his face turning red with humiliation.

Jin, meanwhile, was ecstactic with his discovery. This was actually working, and some how he never imagined it would have. He felt Jungkook rest his hands against his thighs, occasionally gripping them when Jin patted his back again, making Jungkook burp without fail. It was hilarious to a point, but more than anything Jin found it adorable to be able to hold Jungkook so close.

A good three minutes later, Jin moved Jungkook away from him and smiled. The younger man looked dazed, having grabbed a small couch cushion to hide his confused boner, which was trying to show off through his tight jeans. Jin just laughed, patting his hand on Jungkook's stomach.

"See? Much better. Now you're ready to get some ladies." Jin teased, before surpressing his laughter with a tight smile. Jungkook glared at Jin, his heart pounding.

So Seokjin decides to have a little fun and manipulate his client with 'power-words' in a way, that Taehyung doesn't notice. The life-coach conditions him through trance to eat and always be hungry and horny. When he is horny he needs to eat or can't cum. When his stomach isn't filled he is hungry and needs it to always be burstingly full to be satisfied and not in pain. Taehyung starts to do this throughout the day but doesn't notice because of how Seokjin spoke the command through his trance. When Taehyung keeps getting fatter and truly starts packing on the pounds, he panics and doesn't how what is happening, nor what to do. Seein as his life-coaches training doesn't help, Taehyung mentions to Seokjin that he is thinking about ending their weekly sessions for a while. Stopping that nonsense, Seokjin steps up his game creating the power-word 'pig-out' so that his client gets fatter faster without remembering a thing during their sessions. At least not until Seokjin says the magic words of 'Pig-In'. A very strong method to let the conciousness of his client be subdued and be taken over by the crafted persona the coach wants it to be.

After a few weeks of this and Taehyung continously ripping his seams, getting stuck in his chairs and being out of breath from waddling around his place, he has enough.

He calls in an urgent meeting with his life-coach and tells him that he wants to end their sessions. That he feels like Seokjin is not truly listening to his problems and that he hasn't given Taehyung the help he needs right now. That this will be their last session. He wants to quit.

While listening to the entire thing, Seokjin, as the sadisting asshole he is, just starts to grin and reveals that the weight gain of Taehyung's has to do with how the coach has conditioned him. He tells Taehyung in very great and horrendous detail all the things his client has done during 'pig-out' times throughout their weekly sessions for over a month now. The more Seokjin speaks, the more horror is written all over Taehyungs face. He looks sickenly ashen and feels like throwing up. Gasping for air as he begins to panic when Seokjin is finished. Taehyung hates how nonchalantly his life-coach sits there in his chair, both hands crossed into each other while resting his chin on them on the table. Tahyung feels the anger rise and begins to yell at his life-coach that he will call the authorities and get the man arrested. That his actions surely must be illegal! That it's his body and not the coache's to do whatever he wants with it.

A few tears begin to prick at Taehyung's eyes as he keeps asking and sobbing 'WHY' and 'HOW' as well as 'TURN ME BACK'. When the second wave of anger takes him, Seokjin interrupts.

"So far I have only turned your inner pig on during our sessions and then turned it back off. Since you've been so rude and ungreatful to me I think it would be fun to see what, little pig-you will do if it has full control for more than just our little hourly session, don't you think?" Taehyung is terrified, frantically shaking his head and trying to grab his mouse to end the online session. However, before he can manage, the coach says one simple word.

"Pig-Out"

Weeks later, Taehyung truly takes in the room for the first time. He is on the phone. Why is he on the phone? And who is he talking to? His chest feels tight and something heavy is laying on top of him which makes it hard to move. Skin coated in sweat, Taehyung feels fresh horror run through his body. On the other end of the line is his ex-life-coach.

"Welcome back Taehyung. How has your little vacation been inside of your own head? Your pig has done quite a good job while it took over for you. Have a look."

His eyes wander to the large mirror that's set up in front of his double bed. Since when did he have a double bed? What he sees makes him tremble in fear. In front of him lays a man, so absolutely massive that this has to be a dream. Taehyung is massive. He can barely recognize himself. Before he lost all of his memories during that last session he must have gained over 400 pounds. The weight that's pressing him to the bed is his own fat, lard of a blob body. He doesn't know if he can even get up anymore. What in the world has Seokjin done to him?

"Please. Please stop this." Taehyung sobs.

"Oh, but we've just started, honey~"

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He expected a lot less. Hoseok doesn’t exactly know what he expected but it was certainly not the voice of a serious sounding secretary. 

“It would be a medical test for a new product Mr. Kim is working on.” 

¿Is it safe?” Hoseok chews on his bottom lip, re-thinking all the life choices that lead him to this point. 

“Its been already thoroughly tested on its first stages. But I legally can’t guarantee you that it won't produce a negative reaction.”

A huff leaves his nose, already regretting this phone call.

“However, I’d like to tell you about our payment.”

And after hearing that number… Hoseok’s regrets fade to the background.

But he could never be 100% on board with the idea. Especially after riding the kako taxi to the remote location sent to him briefly after his call with Mr. Kim’s assistant. 

He still has a hard time coming to terms with the fact he agreed to any of this. 

Hoseok always considered himself a sensible man. 

But then he heard that lady tell him each of his visits to the laboratory would cover more than a month’s salary of a waiter and dance instructor combined.

And only 3 weekly visits to some lab? 

He might be sensible, but it would make him stupid to refuse that much money. 

Hoseok should add this to his recurrent gigs. Instead of being a seasonal hire at his dad’s friend’s bistro. 

Well, let's see how this goes first. 

The man who opens the doors to the facilities is definitely not what Hoseok expected. A young handsome man with half lidded eyes and a boxy smile. 

“Mr. Jung? So happy you could make it. Come inside.” 

Not sure how this man knows what Hoseok looks like. But before he can question it, the scientist is guiding him inside. 

“Y–yeah… And you are… Mr. Kim?” 

“Oh! I’m sorry, where are my manners? I’m Kim Taehyung, head of Kim Labs.” He blushed with a chuckle. “Sorry, I let my assistant do most of the people-things.” 

As they walk around, he gawks at the impressive looking lab. Emptier than he expected for such a  big facility… Where is everyone? 

“Oh… It's alright. I was really interested in the job offer. I never heard of anything like this.” 

“Well… We don’t usually do this sort of thing…” The scientist blushes.  “For over the counter products at least.” 

His words do nothing to settle Hoseok. “What is it that I’m trying then?” 

“Somewhat of a passion project of mine. I don’t think it will have that much use in the pharmaceutical market.” 

Every answer Taehyung gives him leaves him with more questions. 

The confusion must show on his face, as the young scientist chuckles. “It's something my partner and I want to try.” His smile becomes more tender. “But I wouldn’t want to give them something I’m not 100% sure is safe… No offense.” 

“N-none taken.” He mumbles following Taehyung into what looks like a doctor’s office.

“Well, I guess I shouldn’t be making excuses for myself. You agreed to this after all.” His smile becomes less sympathetic and the air in the room becomes colder. 

“Right…” Hoseok can’t pretend to be soothed. “I could really use the money.” 

“Then this will be a win win.” He beams. “Don’t worry, I won’t let anything serious happen to you.” 

Hoseok doesn’t get to delve into that. Since the scientist interjects. #Come towards the scale please.” 

So small amongst the sea of big and intimidating lab equipment. Hoseok almost missed the inconspicuous scale next to Taehyung's desk. 

He kicks off his shoes and steps on it. The scientist stands next to it, looming over Hoseok as the number goes up. 

As expected, he is still the 64 kilos he’s been for the last 5 years. Taehyung however seems pleased with the result, excitedly reaching for his notepad to write it down. 

“Perfect. Let me tell you what you’ll have to do.”

Finally…Hoseok holds himself back from saying. 

“These are the new pills I’ve been working on. They’re supposed to affect your metabolism and appetite.” He shows the somewhat anticlimactic pellet of white pills. 

“In what way exactly?”Hosoek finds himself crossing his arms over his chest. 

His body is his instrument. 

“If the pills work properly, they will make you gain weight incredibly fast.” Taehyung says bluntly.

Oh…

This guy and his partner are freaks…

“I’m a dancer.” Is all he can say,

“Are you refusing the offer?” Taehyung raises an eyebrow curiously. 

“N–no! I’m–I’m just saying… I need my body.” 

“If you’re good then weight should have nothing to do with your performance.” 

The dread must show on his face since Taehyung  sighs. “And… should you want to reverse the effects of the pills, the lab could give you some supplements to reverse the effects.”

Hoseok has to hold back a snort. Why wouldn’t he want to reverse the effects?

“You should’ve started there!” A smile of relief takes over his face. “When do I start?” 

“Take one weekly, starting tomorrow with your breakfast. And we will meet next Sunday, okay?” 

“Deal.” 

Hoseok drowns the feeling of uneasiness with Taehyung’s generous upfront payment. The fat rack of won bills feels all the more sketchy in his sweatpant’s pocket. 

But not as heavy as the seemingly weightless pellet in the other pocket. Weighty just by the sheer implication of their desired effect on Hoseok’s body. 

They’re meant to make him gain weight. 

He never really thought about his weight much, ever. Perpetually skinny, so much so that every attempt to build muscle has only ended in a protein-induced stomach ache; and Hosoek weighs a few kilos less from the intensified strength workouts. 

Weight gain was never even an option he considered possible. Unlike many of his dancer colleagues, Hoseok never had to watch himself with food, or even considered getting his body to a certain (lower) weight.

Being apprehensive was only natural. 

He tried to find comfort that this wasn’t definitive, but also who knows if these pills will even work? 

And if they did, Hoseok is more than capable of shedding whatever amount of weight he put on. Even if the supplements Taehyung offered are deeply appreciated. 

The next morning, Hoseok tries to casually prepare his usual breakfast. Trying to ignore closing his stomach up.

He really does not feel like eating. 

Yet, he forces down his yogurt and granola owl, and hastily puts the little white pill in his mouth taking a swing of water immediately after. 

For a moment, he sits in silence, in the middle of his living room as if expecting a sudden transformation to happen. Bracing himself for his body to expand. 

But nothing happens. 

There’s a tightness in Hoseok’s stomach, but he was feeling that before even taking the pill. Probably a mix of his anxiety and eating his breakfast way too quickly. It takes him a little while but he manages to go about his day normally. 

Not truly a big “rest day" believer, Hoseok’s day includes taking a contemporary class first thing in the morning, teaching a hiphop class for teenagers, and finally taking the closing shift at the bistro. 

Almost so hectic, he doesn’t have time to even notice the way that tightness in his stomach doesn’t go away. Instead migrating into something different, not so much a feeling of tension underneath his muscles. But an uncomfortable and unfamiliar sensation of his body pressing against his clothes. 

In his productivity frenzy, he manages to ignore it.

It's not until clocking out and making it to his apartment that Hoseok gets to glance at himself for the first time since he left his apartment (When he took a long look at himself to make sure nothing had happened to him after breakfast). 

The pills… They work. 

Hoseok’s body had softened. His once lean and completely flattened stomach now curved outwards in the gentle but very noticeable slope of a belly. Visibly cutting into the waistband of his slacks, creating a pouch of fat by his navel on downwards. 

The buttons on his once comfortably loose shirt now molded and pressed to the upper half of his tummy. Tucked in, usually with excess fabric pouring from the sides, they were now filled with extra chub: Hoseok’s…. muffin top. 

As he raises his arms to get a better look at himself, he can feel the fat on his hips shift against the fabric of his shirt. 

He turns to the side, breath hitching at his side profile. His once wood-board looking body, had curves now. From his thickened torso, to the slight loss of definition in his jawline. 

His legs, which were fibrous with lean muscle, now pillowed with padding, making them look chonky and stuffed into his slacks. The seams denting into the fat down his leg. And…most noticeably, Hoseok’s ass. It ballooned round and responsive to Hoseok’s every move. It didn’t look or feel like he could sit down in these. 

Hell, even the seams around his crotch felt tight and claustrophobic. 

He felt… weird. 

At what point during the day had this happened? 

How long had he been walking around so visibly… plump? 

How many people had seen him like this? 

Hoseok’s cheeks burn at the mere thought of it. And the seams at his crotch feel particularly tighter. 

He is not instructed to take another one until Taehyung checks up on him. Hoseok is tempted to call the number, to get this whole experiment over with. And yet, he is so paralyzed with the thought of what will become of him. 

At least at this weight, all he has to do is switch to his array of baggy clothes for the weight gain to be hidden. But… He has no guarantee that this is the last of the weight he’ll gain this week. 

In spite of his worries, he doesn’t have time to do anything about it. Trying to go about his day as normally as possible. But Hoseok knows the gain is there, he can feel it sit against the elastic waistband of his pants. Or catching glimpses of it when his shirt rides up with a particular move during his dance lessons. 

He’d tuck his shirt in, but he doesn’t want to repeat the muffin top situation. 

For the most part, he tries to ignore it as best as he can. Which proves to be very hard when his boxer briefs are cutting into his hips and thighs constantly. 

He is also reminded every meal time. He really wants to upkeep his old habits, in fear of being unable to hide his weight gain from everyone in his life. Yet his metabolism has changed, and craves the amount of food necessary to sustain this… fatter physique. 

Maybe he can move some things around and have some free days where he can gain weight in peace….

Hoseok calls the number before leaving for his first class. Hearing the same voice that had responded last week. 

“The position has already been filled sorry-” 

“Its me! Hoseok. I–I need a favor.” 

There's a moment of quiet where Hoseok wonders if she will hang up on him. If he even gets such luxuries as ‘favors’. 

“Oh… Of course, what can I help you with, Mr. Jung?”

“I need to skip work for a couple of days, to properly test the experiment. Could you get me a doctor's certificate for my absence?”

He knows he might be risking it, they’re still a legal company-

“Absolutetly, I will send to you by email in a few minutes.” 

Then it's settled, Hoseok will be skipping work until Taehyung’s next visit. Who knows, maybe he’ll be able to give into these cravings he’s been trying to resist. 

Unlike yesterday, Hoseok finds himself regularly checking himself out throughout the day. 

It catches him off guard at first, walking by the store’s windows, stealing a glance at himself and seeing someone so… thick staring back. 

In the sparse moments he gets to sit down on the job,, his hand makes its way to his stomach slowly memorizing the curve. 

He’s anticipated growth so much that what used to startle him now doesn’t seem like enough. 

Maybe tomorrow he can push his limits… He chews on his lips just thinking about it. Only encouraged by the tightness of his work uniform. Feeling his belly bounce with each step towards a table. 

It's a constant reminder of the weight he’s put on… and the weight he’ll try to put on as soon as he is out of there. 

On top of getting paid a shit ton, he also gets paid vacations?! His head is reeling. 

Hoseok is so excited that at the end of his shift, he just orders his dinner to go. His vacations start now anyway. 

Hell, he might even eat it here. Even if some of his co-workers are still on their shift.They’ve seen him parade his belly, the way it bounces against his waistband, all day. 

Anticipation makes his heart race as he sets his takeout bag, unwrapping it like a present. It's a few containers, much bigger than anything he would’ve ordered before. 

But Hoseok had been resisting an animalistic kind of hunger for the past two days. 

Large fries, the pulled pork sandwich… some chicken tenders, and a large drink. He finds himself licking his lips, scooping up the heavy sandwich into his hands and stretching his mouth to take a humongous bite. 

His clothes were tight to begin with, but the more he chews, the more restrictive the button of his jeans feels, and the more crowded his crotch is in his pants. It's almost addictive, the sensation of the buttons straining against his stomach with each heavy bite of greasy food he takes. His waistband cuts his bloat in half, adding pressure and making quiet burps slip out of his lips.  

Well, he called it a bloat. But he doesn’t know if a bloat is supposed to outstretch the buttons of his shirt, leaving slivers of skin exposed between each button. 

Hoseok thought he would feel himself bloat. Instead he is feeling himself fatten up, everywhere. 

His thighs feeling both increasingly cramped, while simultaneously expanding onto the booth. Hoseok should have been full by now. But he is already thinking about dessert, he might have room. 

So ravenous, he was leaning over the food, yet Hosoek feels like he is growing into his seat. A hand sneakily presses to his sides, feeling himself expand forward and back. HIs ass ballooning against the backrest of the booth, while his belly begins to take up space on his lap. 

He looks down at himself, seeing in real time the way his stomach obstructs the view of his equally expanding legs. The button up of his uniform had become so tight the dent of his sunken bellybutton was showing through. Belly rising and falling with heavy breathing. 

When did he become so breathless? 

Both hands cup the culprit, fingers sinking into the pillowy padding of his stomach. Softer than any bloat should be. So much softer, in fact, the malleable fat pushes forward to the point some of his poor buttons come undone. 

Its mortifying.

It's so hot.

One hand stays on his stomach, taking a chug out of his drink just to caress along the struggling waistband of his slacks. But Hoseok gets more than he bargained for when he gets to feel the button of his pants slip open too. His growing belly pushing down his zipper along with it. 

He can’t stay like this, he has to go home. 

And get dessert to go.

Walking home, one hand tightly holding onto the takeout bag with his tiramisu, and holding tightly onto the flaps of his bomber jacket to keep it closed; in a poor attempt to hide all the damage. His other hand reaches for his phone, hearing it ding.

Unknown: Hey, this is Taehyung. My assistant told me you had to skip work because of the experiment. Is everything okay? Let me know and we can cut the testing early. 

Jin stared at Jimin’s face, waiting for his reaction.

Jimin smacked his lips at the odd flavor, crinkling his nose as he tried to place the taste. “It’s good.” He tongued the cavern of his mouth, chasing the remnants of the drink. “I like it.”

Jin released a relived sigh. “Good, now drink the rest of it! I need to see how drunk you get after three more.”

Jimin wanted to whine more. Once Jin got his mind on something he wouldn’t let up until Jimin did what he wanted. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Jin’s brilliance, he was sure that if Jin said he wouldn’t die that he wouldn’t die, but he still worried about unintended side effects…

“Fine, but you totally owe me so much fried chicken for this!”

Jin grinned, happy to get his way again. “Deal!”

-

Four pints of beer in and Jimin felt no more than pleasantly buzzed. Jin was right, he didn’t feel sick or drunk at all! It felt really good actually, more so than if he were to drink regular, unadulterated beer.

The only downside was how bloated he felt. Jimin absently rubbed the side of his round, sloshy belly full of beer. The liquid sat heavily in his stomach, stretching it out.

It didn’t feel bad though, he realized. Just different.

“Now, tell me how your vision compares to being sober.” Jin had been badgering him with question for what felt like forever.

Jimin stifled a burp before answering. “Uh, well, it’s normal? I guess? The room isn’t spinning or anything. I could definitely walk in a straight line if you asked me to.”

“Okay then.” Jin clapped his hands. “Let’s do it! Walk from here to the couch and back.”

Jimin grunted as he stood, the four pints of beer gurgling in his belly. He walked from the table they were sat at to the coffee table and back.

Jin was a little red in the face, Jimin noticed as he walked back to him. Huh.

“Okay, well. That’s the last of my questions.” Jin cleared his throat before gathering up his notes. “I’m leaving you the dropper and some of the serum. I expect you to drink at least four pints a day, with or without meals. I need to know what prolonged effect this will have on a person.”

“You mean, I’m gonna be your guinea pig for this?” Jimin deadpanned. “And you have no idea what the long term effects of this is?”

“Nope.” Jin grinned already half way out the door. “See you next Sunday!”

The door slammed shut.

-

Jimin was a few days into the experiment. He’d been adding the required one drop per pint, four times a day, and taking notes on the effects.

So far, there weren’t a ton of changes. It seemed like no matter how much he had in a row, he never got more than buzzed! Jin had really done it, hadn’t he?

The only change was that the more he drank, the better the flavor became. It was hard to describe, but was reminiscent of a dusty sweet yet bitter taste. But the more he drank, the sweeter it got.

Lost in his thoughts, Jimin realized that he accidentally added an extra drop to his drink this time.

Ugh. He really shouldn’t change up the experiment like this… but, he didn’t want to waste a beer either!

Jin would understand, surely. Jimin thought as he drank from the now darker blue liquid.

Jimin moaned at the sugary sweet flavor. Wow, that was so much better than just one drop! Why had he never done this before?!

Before he knew it, the pint was gone and he was filling the glass up again. He had already had his fourth of the day, but Jin never told him that he had to stop at four, only that he couldn’t drink less than it.

Spilling three drops this time into the glass, Jimin drank slower, savoring the intense flavor of the beer.

His stomach suddenly growled, despite its now perpetually bloated state.

Damn, he was craving some take out.

As Jimin unlocked his phone to order in some of that fried chicken he had talked about earlier that week, he smiled a bit.

Maybe this experiment wasn’t going to suck after all?

-

Jin unlocked Jimin’s door with his spare key, not even bothering to announce his visit beforehand. Jimin knew he would be coming over that Sunday, he just never told him the time.

“I hope you’re decent, cause I brought that fried chicken you wanted!” He called out, waving the take out bag back and forth in the air. He could hear the sound of the television, but Jimin didn’t call back to him.

Maybe he didn’t hear him?

After taking his shoes off, Jin turned the corner and walked into the living room. Only for his jaw to drop.

There, asleep on the couch in front of the TV was a chubby, greasy, beer bellied man that only at second glance you would recognize as Jimin. Boxes and bags of old take out piled around the couch and empty pint glasses cluttered the table, all stained dark blue.

Jimin was snoring, one hand in an empty bucket of what used to be popcorn chicken, the other resting on the crest of his new bulging belly.

Jin gulped down saliva as he shamelessly stared a his now fat friend who looked like he had just walked right out of his wettest of dreams.

How did this happen?

How did Jimin get so fat in only a week?

Jin investigated the apartment, quickly and silently prowling the place to find clues.

First was the take out. Could a side effect of the serum be an increased appetite?

Then he noticed the amount of empty beer bottles. Way more than Jin had calculated Jimin would need. He must’ve ran out and ordered more… but why would Jimin be drinking more than he told him to?

And finally, the missing puzzle piece.

The bottle of serum, empty, open and on its side.

Jin’s eyes bugged out. That bottle was supposed to last a month! Not a week!

What the fuck have I done to my friend?! Jin thought guiltily. Jimin had always been the one of the friend group to care the most about his appearance. Once he realized how chubby he’d grown he’d have a total breakdown!

Jin took a few deep breaths. It was time to face the music. He had to apologize to Jimin for this whole experience, it was his serum’s fault after all.

Shaking Jimin’s plush shoulder Jin called out to his friend. “Jiminie? Come on. Wake up.”

With a snort, Jimin groaned as he woke up. Instinctively, he pawed around in the empty chicken bucket, fishing for more to eat and grumbled when he didn’t feel anything.

“Wha-?” Jimin rubbed sleep from his eyes before focusing on Jin’s form in front of him. “Oh, hey Jin.”

“H-Hey, Jimin.” Jin smiled shakily at him. “Listen… I had no idea that the serum would uhm, do this to you. If I knew this was a side effect, I would never have involved you in the experiment!”

Jimin scratched his basketball sized gut in confusion. “Uh, what are you talking about Jin? You’re losing me here.”

Jin pointed at his round belly before gesturing at all the trash around the room. “This! This! And all of this! My serum obviously has some major side effects that I had no idea about. And I’m incredibly sorry that you had to find out this way, but please forgive me for ruining your body. I’ll… I’ll hire a personal trainer for you! Just don’t hate me!”

Jimin burst out laughing at that. “Jin! You’re a real idiot if you think I’d ever hate you.” He smiled up at him from his seated position. “In fact, you’ve done me a favor. You see I accidentally used more drops than needed, but dude! It tastes incredible! I’ve been chugging the stuff all week.”

“But your body… obviously the serum isn’t good for you! Why would you keep drinking it?”

“Cause it feels good, duh. I mean, normally I’d be freaking out right now. Look at me! I’m huge!” He smacked the side of his round gut before soothing the pink spot with a caress. “But, once this thing started to grow bigger and bigger and just wouldn’t stop, I realized that it kind of feels good?”

Jimin spaced out for a second rubbing his belly, allowing Jin to really take in the situation.

Obviously Jimin was hooked on the effects of the serum. The taste was addictive if using more than directed, which Jin would have to fix before continuing the experiment.

But.

What if he didn’t fix it?

Jimin wasn’t mad. He wasn’t even neutral. He was happy with his mental and physical changes.

What if, instead of fixing it, Jin made it worse?

Jin had never been very strong against temptation, and the hazy eyed, beer gutted, greasy faced Jimin was temptation incarnate.

“I…” was he really going to do this? “I see you’re out of serum?”

“Oh.” Jimin startled out of his daze. “Yeah, I just used the last of it. Do you have any more? I’ve kind of been using more of it than I should.”

Jin made up his mind. “Oh, that? That’s totally fine. In fact, the more you use the better! As long as you make sure to drink it with meals, the heavier and greasier the better. It’s a science thing, don’t worry about the specifics of it.”

“Oh, well it’s a good thing I’ve been eating so much lately.” Jimin chuckled. “Speaking of, I’m kinda hungry. Jin, can you order me more chicken? It’s all I’ve been craving lately.”

“Sure. I’ll get you some more.” He wondered if what he was doing was technically considered manipulation or if he was the one being manipulated here? “As long as you keep using the serum.”

Jimin laughed. “I don’t think I could stop using it if I tried!”

-

Jin spent a lot of his time at Jimin’s place now that the experiment had changed. Jimin was too busy stuffing himself to take notes, so Jin found that he had to take up that burden instead.

It wasn’t so bad though. It allowed Jin the excuse to weigh and measure his friend’s progress.

And progress he did! Jimin had grown slobbier and fatter the more of the serum he ingested, and Jin made sure he drank his fill.

If there was any part of the ball bellied man that cared about his weight before Jin had inserted himself, then that part was long gone.

In fact, Jimin seemed to revel in his newfound obesity. When he wasn’t eating or chugging serum laden beer, he was petting his huge, spherical gut. Patting his love handles, pinching his tits and fingering his deepening belly button.

His body had become his playground, and Jin had taken advantage yet again of Jimin’s altered state for his own pleasure.

“Looks like you can’t reach anymore…” Jin stated one day, watching a now very fat Jimin struggle to reach around the front of his gut to play with his belly button.

Jimin panted and grunted as he wrapped his flabby arms around his belly and strained to make his fingers meet. “I just- uuuuuurp!- need a little -ffffft- help!”

Jin smiled serenely at the struggling slob in front of him. “I can do it for you?”

Jimin gave up, slumping back onto the messy couch that he was taking up more and more of by the day. “You would?”

Jin reached out slowly, pressing his palm to the front of Jimin’s belly and began to slowly rub the taut flesh. “I can do this whenever you want.” His index finger slipped into Jimin’s damp, sweaty belly button, sinking into the last knuckle.

Both men let out moans, gazing at each other hotly.

This was the turning point.

-

Jimin felt his stomach swell with each gulp of eighty percent beer, twenty percent serum that slid through the funnel attached to his mouth.

Jin had decided a few weeks ago to yet again increase the amount of serum that he drank, quickly moving from drops to splashes to entire vials.

Now, Jimin settled in for the next approximate ten minutes of being fed the addictive elixir by Jin.

Meanwhile, Jin poured pint after pint of tampered beer down the funnel and into his friend. He sometimes wished that he had more than two arms, one to hold the funnel, the second to pour the glasses and the third to feel Jimin’s stomach gurgle and swell with each gulp.

The man’s belly was the size of a large yoga ball and only growing bigger. It was Jin’s pride and joy. It sat on the coffee table now, pushing out past Jimin’s flabby knees.

Jin was never sure what percentage of Jimin’s gut was beer and food or pure fat these days, since they tried to keep Jimin stuffed close to 24/7.

But did it matter though? Did anything matter anymore? As long as Jimin kept growing, both men were content with the way that things were.

Jin got off on watching his friend's snowballing obesity break him down and Jimin got off on swelling larger and larger faster than logically possibly.

It had been about a week since Jimin had last managed to stand, his massive gut too heavy to allow mobility. Jin had celebrated that discovery by stuffing four buckets of fried chicken and two liters of serum laden cola into Jimin. Both of them panting and grinding on his hanging belly.

Suddenly there was a cracking noise.

Jin and Jimin stared at each other before looking towards the coffee table that his belly had been resting on. It had snapped in half under the weight of all his fat and bloat.

Jimin's eyes rolled into the back of his head and he moaned.

"J-Jin, you made me so -hic- f-fucking fat." Jimin trembled in excitement, his body spilling over the ends of the couch.

"I did, didn't I..." Jin breathed before grinning. "And I'll make you the fattest man alive if it's the last thing I do."

Jimin moaned as the funnel entered his lips again.

Straight serum proceeded to pour down his throat.

This is the life... Was Jimin's last coherent thought before he lost himself to the pleasure of complete and perpetual growth.

-

Sorry ya'll, but this is my last entry into the event. Life hit me hard and I wasn't able to fulfill every prompt in time despite having ideas for them all. T_T

Hopefully I can still write them up and post them in the future!

“Let me get this right.” Jimin paces around his kitchen. Taehyung is sat down with his head hanging low. As if being interrogated for a crime. 

Well, what happened is considered a criminal offense in Jimin’s book.

“You took a gift a fae gave you.!” He scolds. The witch would feel guilty about the way his boyfriend flinches when he raises his voice. 

But he is too busy being worried for his and Taehyung’s safety right now! 

“She–she said it was to welcome me i-into the forest now that I moved in with you…” The kicked-puppy look in Taehyung’s eyes is enough to make any man crack. 

Jimin has to stay strong. 

“It was the first time a forest creature was this nice to me!” He whines, excusing himself. 

And Jimin gets it, he does. 

Taehyung just wants to be a part of Jimin’s world. But Jimin’s world doesn’t want the human here at all. 

Although the creatures usually just react with disinterest, nobody had ever been actively hostile towards Taehyung.

Usually because they know they’ll have to deal with Jimin afterwards. But faes… they’re as spiteful as they come. 

“Its…Its just a plate… Like a house warming gift.” Taehyung nods at the embellished plate, but he doesn’t get to finish the sentence. 

“You brought it here?!” Jimin squeaks, and pokes at the plate with a fork. “Taee!” He whines. 

“Can’t you just spell the evil out of it?” Taehyung purses his lips, backing away from the plate slightly. “If there even is any evil to begin with…” 

Jimin has to concentrate on sighing deeply. Letting the air get to his brain before he yells Taehyung’s ear off again. 

“That’s not how it works. Fae magic is older and more encrypted than anything I’ve studied.” It would take me days before I even decipher what their intention was.” The witch can feel new wrinkles forming on his face from his scowl. “And by then it will already be too late. 

Taehyung’s pout only worsens. “How about we break it?” 

“And have whatever curse they put on it take over the house?! “ Jimin’s patience wears thin. “No.” 

He doesn’t give his boyfriend time to attempt a reply. “We will store it, and I’ll try to fix it once it happens.” 

It's not a question, and, luckily, Taehyung knows better than to argue. 

“Okay…” His deep voice sounds uncharacteristically small. Eyeing Jimin under hsi long lashes like a stray pup. “I’m sorry, Min.” 

The witch’s resolve could never be so strong. He sighs, caressing the sharp line of Taehyung’s jaw; angling his face upwards gently. And presses a kiss to his lips. 

“You are too kind-hearted for these creatures.” Jimin whispers, plump lips brushing Taehyung’s. “I’m sorry I yelled.” 

In the end, trying to shield his boyfriend from danger, only leaves him more exposed to be taken advantage of. 

“I deserved it.” Taehyung smiles up at him. 

“Whatever it is, we’ll get through it, alright?” His thumb caresses along his boyfriend’s cheek. Who, basking in the moment, only nods; enjoying the witch’s touch. 

After that, Jimin carefully wraps the dish in a silk cloth, and puts it away. Stored with the rest of their plates, albeit very obviously covered. 

And granted, Jimin does hang around the kitchen for the next few hours; a little too paranoid to leave the room just yet. Busying himself preparing a big batch of cookies just to get his mind off things. 

But nothing seems to happen. 

In fact, nothing happens for so long, Jimin begins to worry his boyfriend will come and tell him ‘I told you so’. 

Jimin’s biggest fear come to life. 

Eventually, the cookies are done, and Jimin has possibly nothing else to do in the kitchen. So he feels confident enough to not only leave the kitchen, but leave the house too. 

He considers venturing into the forest to talk (more like interrogate) the faes. But he quickly argues against it. 

If Taehyung was right, and the faes were genuinely well intentioned, why spoil it? 

Instead, he runs a few errands, buys whatever ingredients they were low on, some spices for his potions, and quickly heads back to their shared home. 

The sight he comes home to is not surprising in the slightest: Taehyung is enjoying the cookies Jimin had left out to cool. He offers Jimin a smile with stuffed cheeks, while the witch piles all the groceries on the table. 

His own, endeared smile grows on his face. “Hey, baby bear.” 

“Hey, Minhie.” Taehyung beams, sparkling under the witch’s attention. 

So cute it beacons Jimin to sit beside him. “How did these turn out?” He nods towards the cookies, his boyfriend looks impossibly cuter up close. 

Taehyung nods with a deep frown, one that Jimin has by now learnt to recognize as: his boyfriend deeply enjoying the food. He brings one of Jimin’s own creations towards the witch’s lips; he takes a big bite and perks up. 

They turned out absolutely amazing. 

A moan of delight leaves his lips, nodding eagerly before he opens his mouth for another bite. 

They’re even better than he imagined. 

Taehyung only spares the witch a quick glance before obeying his silent request; bringing the cookie back to Jimin’s lips. 

There’s something downright addictive about them. And by the way Taehuyng is stuffing his face with another cookie, he must be feeling the same way. 

It becomes hard to take notice of really how many they’re eating. Jimin gets lost in the easy stream of his boyfriend hand-fed cookies; so relaxing to just focus on chewing the soft buttery texture.

This might be Jimin’s best batch yet. 

It's only after Taehyung’s fingers brush the empty bowl that the witch realizes how much they’ve eaten. 

“Oh…” He looks down, and invites Jimin to do the same. The couple was a little stunned to really know what to say. 

“I didn’t even feel full…” Taehyung supplies. 

“Yeah…” Is all Jimin can muster up to say.

“Until now, now I feel stuffed.” A breathless chuckle leaves Taehyung’s lips. Hand leaving the bowl to brush against his bloated stomach. Following the newfound curve that distends his shirt. 

Jimin can only nod, feeling suddenly short of breath. 

He feels stuffed too. 

“It–It didn’t feel like that much.” Jimin argues, having to force his eyes away from his boyfriend’s big hand; or more so, from the slope of Taehyung’s bloat.

“Your baking is just that good.” Taehyung purrs, reaching for the witch’s lips. Their kiss was powdered sugar flavored. 

Jimin will always take demonstrations of gratitude in the form of kisses. A smile splitting his face as he wraps his arms around Taehyung’s shoulders, pulling him in for a deeper kiss. 

And if their bloats press against one another as they envelope each other; then Jimin makes sure to hum in delight into his boyfriend’s lips. 

He didn’t think much of it then. But then the couple certainly had a dinner much bigger than two people who ate about a dozen cookies each should be craving. 

They just naturally gravitated towards the kitchen. 

Jimin was feeling weirdly romantic and flirty, and something about that just urged him to may some creamy pasta. He knows the recipe, and he knows his boyfriend absolutely loves it. 

Hi ships sway while stirring the bubbly sauce, humming a tune he doesn’t recognize. And maybe it's the scent, or maybe it's the sight of Jimin; but Taehyung is lured inside.

Maybe it's both. 

His boyfriend crows Jimin’s space, hugging him from behind. “Smells delicious.” He purrs, in spite of the gentle curve of his bloat pressing against Jimin’s lower back still.

The witch finds himself biting at his lower lip, giddy. “I–I didn't think I would’ve been hungry, but…”  He chuckles, though his breath dies in his mouth as he feels Taehun caress gently along Jimin’s own bloat. 

“Yeah… I understand why.” Taehyung doesn’t sound teasing in the slightest. INstead his voice flirty and hushed. “I’m hungry too.” He confesses in a whisper. Jimin turns to get a proper look at his boyfriend. 

Their eyes meet, noses close; as Jimin brings a spoonful of sauce to Taehyung’s lips. 

The world stills, as Taehyugn’s lips wrap seductively around the spoon, his dark eyes not leaving Jimin’s. The witch feels his heart skip a beat. Dropping the spoon by the counter before taking Taehyung’s lips in a ravenous kiss. 

Big hands tighten around Jimin’s waist, pressing him to Taehyung’s body, and away from the stove. Smart. 

And it gives the chance for their bloats to press together, 

Hot.

Wait, what?

Jimin doesn’t get to ponder on that thought. As a loud grumble, that shakes against his stomach and emanates from his boyfriend’s stomach, interrupts them. 

A chuckle leaves his lips. “Oh, you really are hungry.” 

Taehyung’s seductive look cracks into a bashful smile, giggling gently. “I really am. How long until it's done?” 

“Pft… Go set the table, baby bear. It’s almost ready.” The witch laughs endeared, but, once Taehyung unpeels himself from Jimin’s body, he is willing to admit to himself.

Jimin feels pretty hungry too. 

They scarf down the pasta way too quickly fro the seductive atmosphere they had built for themselves. Ending up definitely too stuffed to upkeep said atmosphere. 

Or so it would seem, Jimin, sedated under obscene amounts of cream and cheese lets his hands leisurely caress along the ballooned bloat. 

It's an unfamiliar sensation… but a welcome one. 

Lazy and warmed from the inside out, leaning back in his chair as the conversation with Taehyung becomes slurred. Voices thick with heavy cream, and movements looser under the bottle of white wine they used to accompany the dish. 

Looks like his boyfriend is pretty stuffed too, a smile tugs at the edges of Jimin’s lips. 

“What are you smiling at?” Taehyung grins playfully. 

“You are so full.” 

“You’re one to talk.” He snorts and Jimin looks down at himself.

A bloat stretches his tight shirt, small and kind of cute. 

“Were you ogling me, Kim?” Jimin raises an eyebrow. 

Taehyung scoffs. “You’re mine to ogle.” 

The witch’s facade crumbles into a wide smile. 

He is Taehyung’s.

“Are you only gonna look at me, though?” Jimin catches the way his boyfriend’s eyes follow his slow rubbing along his bloat. “Are you too full to do anything else?” 

And even if Taeyhung absolutely looks too full, his boyfriend is never one to back down from a challenge. Jimin is already anticipating his boyfriend’s hungry kiss. 

Though Taehyung’s open mouthed breathing catches him off guard, breathless against Jimin’s lips. 

Not like it matters, Jimin is quite out of breath himself. 

He couldn’t explain the arousal he felt, something about Taehyung’s full lips wrapping around forkfuls of pasta. Or the way his face became a couple of shades darker with a blush from the exertion of how much food they ate that day. His lips agape with heavy breathing, eyes droopy. 

And that bloat stretching his shirt and pressing against Jimin. 

In the back of his mind, the witch knows today was more than what they usually ate. But that thought only encourages him to press even closer against his boyfriend’s body, climbing onto Taehyung’s lap, crowding his space. Easing the tightness of their bloats with lazy grinds. 

His bloat ressists and argues against any form of movement. 

But Jimin is finding that he loves that feeling. 

Drunk in arousal, drunk in swallowing his boyfriend’s moans deep into his lips, in Taehyung’s hands groping at the witch’s ass. Making Jimin’s legs shiver with want; stunting the rhythm of his grinding on Taehyung’s bulge. 

Though, Taehyung isn’t the only thing stunting Jimin’s hips… 

The witch feels heavy. 

And by the way Tawhyung pants, and the clumsy lazy rhythm of his humps up towards Jimin, his boyfriend must feel heavy too. 

They over indulged so much throughout the entire day, they can’t even dry hump properly. It doesn’t matter, though. “F-fuck…” He melts into another kiss, as he feels Taehyung’s lips smile against his. 

“What is it?” His low voice purrs. Humming pleased as Jimin’s hands caress down his chest, to the slot between both their bloats. 

The witch has to concentrate to get any words out, eyes barely opening. “S-s hot.” He whispers, giving Taehyung’s bloat a firm squeeze. So his boyfriend knows exactly what he is talking about. 

And then, he feels Taehyung’s bloat push back against his palms. Expanding bigger than the bloat Jimin was holding onto mere seconds ago. 

In fact, it feels like Taehyung’s bloat is growing. Pushing against Jimin’s hands. More like engulfing them, soft padding letting the witch¿s hand sink into the newfound growth. 

He separates from where their noses were brushing against each other to get a peak…

Staring back at Jimin, his own hands sink into his boyfriend’s plumpening belly. Curving out not with a bloat, but, seemingly, with fat. 

“K–Kiss me.” Taehyung beacons weakly, eyes still closed and voice laced with arousal. Apparently unaware of his ballooning stomach, and the amount of pleasure it's provoking him. 

For some reason, that is impossibly hotter. Jimin sinks into the kiss hungrier than he’s felt all day. Fingers outstretching to get a better grasp of his boyfriend’s expansion. Fat overspills from his fingers and a mewl escapes Jimin’s lips. 

And more importantly, he feels the way Taeyung’s smile widens , definitely aware of Jimin’s arousal. 

Said arousal is poking Taehyung against his belly. Increasingly so, as it begins to expand over the waistband of his jeans. Slowly taking up more and more of the sitting area on Taehyung’s lap. He grips Jimin’s hips and presses him impossibly closer. 

It… takes Jimin a moment to realize… Fat is overspilling from Taehyung’s fingers too. The witch’s own hips expand with fat. 

This time, the moan he forces Taehyugn to swallow sounds more surprised. But his boyfriend must take as encouragement, because his hands smooth down towards Jimin’s back before cupping his ass; making its expansion all the more obvious. It fattens and pushes against the seams of his pants, fighting for a space on Taehuyng’s lap. 

Eagerly, Jimin’s hands begin to wander towards the sides. Confirming it's not just Taehyung’s bloat, his waist thickens against his fingers. Jimin can feel the way rolls begin to form, squishing at the witch’s fingers. The feeling addictive as he squeezes and gropes. 

Feeling his boyfriend’s once sharp edges soften against his fingers, the defined angle of his jawline, now padded with a little double chin. HIs pecs softened to two small mounds of fat peaking against his shirt. And his belly, big enough for his shirt to start riding up, pushing at the hem upwards with the width of his ballooning belly. Hips brushing the edges of the chair uncomfortably. 

It should horrify him, the image of his lover being buried under seemingly endless layers of fat. And yet Jimin’s hips grind against Taehyung’s belly, embarrassingly turned on. 

Or well, it would be embarrassing if he didn’t feel his boyfriend’s own hard on bulging against Jimin’s fattening ass. 

Although, he can’t say it's just his ass that's growing. Jiin can’t ignore the way his belly is softened and rounds out squishing against Taehyung’s with each grind. Or the way his nipples harden from the way his fuller chest presses to his shirt. His legs, becoming increasingly cramped in the tight space Taehyung had left out for him. 

With their foreheads pressed together, Jimin looks down to see how their pillow bellies obstruct the view of each other’s crotches; jiggling and slapping against one another. 

And fuck… if Jimin doesn’t love this view….

The uncomfortable tightness is becoming impossible to ignore. Especially now, as Jimin comes face to face with the stretched out elastic of his pants that cut his stomach in half. The witch can see the way his grinding makes the upper half of his gut jiggle, while the bottom stays tightly packed within the seams. 

Though, alchemy knows for how long it will stay in there, as the seams creak in chorus underneath their loud moaning. 

Hell, even the chair has joined the choir with its dramatic whines; as the wood struggles to adjust to the weight. 

Not the only “wood” adjusting to the weight. The slight bouncing of Jimin’s belly on top of his hard on, the growing enclosure of his thighs around his clothes, it all adds a level of pressure that borders on the painful and arousing. 

He can’t imagine what Taehyung must be feeling, with both of their weights on his cock. 

If he is even aware of what's happening at all. 

Impossible not to be, with the way Jimin begins to untuck his growing belly out of those pants. Somehow bigger in its freedom, and still cut in half with two big rolls stacked on top of each other. 

Jimin doesn’t know if his moan slips from the feeling of relief, or from the sheer arousal he gets from the sight of himself. In a haze of want, his hands sink deep underneath Taehyung’s fat gut, to try and undo his button. 

But all he feels is a fat pad spreading the flaps of his pants far apart. 

With a firm grope, he incites a deep moan out of his boyfriend’s panting lips. 

“Feel that?” Jimin dares to utter the first few words in a while. His own voice breathless. “Serves you right for bringing a curse home.” His hand jiggles Taehyung’s fupa unforgivingly, sitting on top of his crotch and sending his entire torso to wobble against Jimin. 

“Y–You’re no better.” A smirk stretches his fattened face, palming JImin’s hips; causing everything to bounce. 

He arches his back towards the touch, the chair lets out a dramatic groan. His face inches away from Taehyung’s face. “This is all your fucking fault.” He barely gets to mumble out, his tone not regretful at all. 

And that’s all he gets to say, before the chair succumbs under the weight of the ballooned couple. Sending them both to the ground. 

They groan in pain, bodies pressed together with Jimin on top of his boyfriend’s newly pillowy physique. They breathe in the same air, panting agitatedly.

“A-are you okay?” Jimin whispers. 

“Yeah… Y-you?” 

“Yeah…” 

There’s a moment of silence, before they leap at each other’s lips, more ravenous than ever. 

“It’ll still work right?” Namjoon nervously bit his lip. “There’s no way anything will go wrong. And even if it did, Tae would probably deserve it for cheating.”

Deciding that it was late enough and that the spell would be okay, Namjoon went to bed.

He’d hand it off to Taehyung in the morning.

-

Taehyung fingered the folded spell paper in his pants pocket as he sat at his desk. The exam paper was already sitting there in front of him. The sight of the ominous test sheet made him gulp, but in the end he steadied himself. Namjoon was trustworthy and his spells always worked. He’d do just fine.

“And, start. You have one hour.”

Flipping over the test, Taehyung whispered the activation sentence he’d memorized from previous spell work Namjoon had lended him.

The first 15 minutes went well! For some reason, the harder questions still escaped him, so Taehyung focused on the easier ones for the time being.

Maybe the spell needed more time to kick in? Namjoon wouldn’t give him a faulty spell, would he?

Suddenly, Taehyung both felt and heard a gurgling in his stomach, loud enough in the quiet testing room for his classmates to glance over and snicker.

Blushing, Taehyung focused harder on his test, ignoring how bloated and gassy he was.

Perfect timing for GI upset. He thought irritatedly, trying his best to relax his abdomen in a futile attempt to calm his aching stomach.

Time ticked by and Taehyung grew more bloated. He tried to let out small, silent burps to quell the pressure in his rounded out gut, but it only seemed to make his belly grow more.

Eventually the size of his middle section grew so uncontrollably full that he had to embarrassingly unbuckle his nice leather belt to put less pressure on his swollen belly.

Ugh, there’s no way I can concentrate like this! He whined to himself.

Taehyung had gotten approximately two easy questions out of fifty answered. He knew that he knew at least half of what was on the test, but he was so gassy and uncomfortable that there was no way he could focus long enough to work them out.

Suddenly, the pressure in his belly lessened, as it would if he had released it in a fart or burp, but he had done neither!

However, the size of his gut never went down… in fact, it seemed to grow larger! Taking up more and more room on his lap, Taehyung could only glance down in horror as his button up filled out with squishy, jiggly fat.

"What the fuck?" He whispered in disbelief.

“Taehyung. This is a silent exam. If you cannot contain your profanity, you may leave the room.”

Taehyung’s already flushed and sweaty face blushed harder as his classmates giggled at their proctor’s strict reprimand.

“Silence. I can always dock points if you all continue to disrupt the exam.”

The muffled laughter quieted instantly from the chastising, the only sound now being the shuffle of papers and scratching of pens.

Taehyung tapped the top of his pen gently against the edge of his paper as he considered if it was worth the docked points or even outright failing the test to check the spell paper in his pocket.

Namjoon was great with spells, but was nonetheless notoriously clumsy.

If something as extreme as rapid weight gain was happening to Taehyung, it HAD to be something wrong with the spell. There was no other explanation.

Again, the gassy sensation hit him. Shit! If he got any bigger he’d for sure pop the already strained buttons on his shirt and for sure fail the test for being a distraction!

Before he could think too hard on it, Taehyung’s hand shot up.

The proctor sighed in exasperation. “Yes, Mr. Kim? What is it now?”

“I really, really need to use the restroom sir!”

“Is it an emergency, Mr. Kim?”

God these guys were infuriating.

“Yes, it’s an emergency. I wouldn’t intentionally interrupt an exam otherwise.”

The proctor hummed and hawed for what felt like forever to the still swelling Taehyung before finally saying “Fine, I will allow a bathroom break. BUT! I will not stop the clock for you. You will not get back the minutes you spend in the restroom. Additionally, you will receive a new exam with different questions once you come back to prevent cheating. Hurry now.”

Barely remembering to thank the proctor, Taehyung stood, hunched over his large belly, and waddled quickly out the door. Once it closed behind him, Taehyung sprinted down the empty hallway to the closest men’s bathroom, his new gut wobbling and swaying with each pounding step.

By the time he found the nearest bathroom, Taehyung’s bloating had absorbed into even more fat. The bigger belly combined with his heaving breaths caused each button on his shirt to pop off one by one. The buttons flew into the entrance to the bathroom, landing with little plinks and rolling in all directions.

Taehyung moaned at the relieving sensation of his belly spilling out of his now open shirt and hanging well over his unbuckled belt.

He felt huge already, but somehow knew this wouldn’t be the end of it.

Taehyung felt his thighs rub together and his tits bounce as he shuffled into the bathroom.

Checking under the stalls, Taehyung sighed in relief as he realized he was alone in there. Thinking quickly, he grabbed the wet floor sign propped up in the corner and stood it in the entrance to the bathroom.

It wouldn’t stop a determined student, but it would make the ones who could hold it think twice before entering.

The swelling urge to expel has hit its peak, causing Taehyung to groan and grip the sides of his large, soft belly. He didn’t want to look in the mirror, but he needed to know the damage.

Waddling up to the sinks, Taehyung took a deep breath before glancing at his reflection.

The sight of a solidly fat young man looked back at him.

The man in the mirror had a double chin, chubby cheeks and a plush neck. His breasts were the opposite of toned, swollen with pointy nipples. His arms were thick and flabby, straining the material of his shirt’s sleeves. But his belly, his belly was the star of the show. The man had a gut the size of a beach ball, if a beach ball looked like a saggy ball of bread dough.

Taehyung gulped and the reflection gulped with him.

How was he so huge?!

As the bloated sensation melted into more and more fat, puffing him up like a water balloon, Taehyung reached into his tight pocket to grab the spell paper and see what went wrong.

He struggled to fit his sausage fingers in between the fabric, the task growing harder as he grew bigger until with a tearing sound, the seat of his pants ripped open.

Taehyung quickly pulled out the paper and unfolded it carefully, not knowing what would happen if he tore it.

Inside were sigils and runes. Taehyung had no idea what it said, but could clearly see that the last rune was a bit smudged.

Goddamn it Namjoon! Taehyung wanted to cry. Here’s hoping this is temporary…

The cycle of bloating and gaining was growing faster. Taehyung panted and whined out loud as the sensations overwhelmed him. It was getting harder to stand as he grew fatter, not being used to all the extra weight.

It wouldn’t hurt to sit down for a bit, would it? He thought.

Waddling over in his now super tight pants, Taehyung held onto the wall for support as he attempted to lower himself to the floor.

Attempted being the key word because as soon as he bent his swollen knees to sit, they buckled under his new weight and he promptly fell onto his wide ass, splitting what must’ve been every seam on his pants.

Great, just great. Now I’m nearly naked at school. He grumbled, pulling the scraps of fabric from his legs and tossing them ruined article of clothing into the other corner of the bathroom.

Now in a seated position, Taehyung’s breathing slowed down a bit. He was still growing at an impressive rate, his great belly now nearly resting upon his new knee rolls, but at least he could take a breather.

Taehyung’s reprieve would not last long however. As his body grew even fatter, it seemed like it was finding new areas to fill up. One such area was a newly formed fat pad that had begun to press onto his now curious dick.

Taehyung moaned sensually as his growing fupa filled with warm, soft fat, slowly encasing his cock.

Taehyung had never thought that growing so big would be kinda hot, but damn if the tingling in his junk didn’t feel good.

By this point, his shirt had ripped off of his bingo wing arms and his underwear was seconds from bursting off of his girthy lower half.

Thunking his head back against the wall, Taehyung noticed that his strong double chin was present no mater what position his neck was in. This was by far not how he imagined things would go today.

He felt it the moment that his dick was fully encased in squishy hot fat rolls because by that point he was fully hard and leaking.

His fat arms had lifted from his sides due to his huge tits connecting with his backrolls. His thighs slowly pushed apart, leaving room for his belly to slap against the tile floor and spread to his feet of which he’d lost sight of minutes ago.

He was panting again, despite not having stood upright in over ten minutes. His heart was pounding and he was slick with sweat.

His underwear snapped off of his huge body with a loud thwap!

Taehyung was now completely nude at school. Fuck.

Why was this hot?

Wiggling his now titanic thighs back and forth while pressing on the top of his huge belly put pressure on his submerged dick. Taehyung gasped in pleasure as his massive body rocked around on the floor, jerking himself off with his own fat.

He was so big now that he started to feel the side of the sink’s plumbing to his right and the stall door to his left touch his sensitive sides. When would he stop growing?!

But as his fat pad continued pumping full of adipose and pressing into his throbbing cock, he found he didn’t particularly care if he never stopped gaining.

In fact… why hadn’t he done this sooner?

As soon as that thought hit his mind and with one more wiggle of his huge, blobby hips, Taehyung came hard. His entire body shook and jiggled with the strength of his orgasm. Needing the feeling to continue, he patted and slapped desperately at his hips and belly with his swollen palms, but he’d grown too big for his fat to do much more than wobble around pathetically.

And then, as his fupa stopped milking his cock, Taehyung finally stopped growing.

You’d think post nut clarity would kick in then, worry over his test, fear over his now questionable mobility, but all Taehyung could grunt out after his orgasm was:

The superhero thinks to himself as his super strength allows him to open the locked door, metal bending around his hands as he cautiously opens it. Its dark and quiet inside. No sign of anyone home. 

That’s okay. This is enough of a breakthrough to have this guy rotting in jail within a week. Jungkook’s steps echo in the cold metal floor, flashlight illuminating what looks like a state of the art laboratory. 

This is his lab… Jungkook could recognize those weapons anywhere. 

“Looking for something? Or someone?” A voice echoes through, and Jungkook immediately turns. Jimin is standing on the stairs, with a weapon he doesn’t recognize. 

Jungkook doesn’t even have time to react before his archnemesis fires the gun. A small compound smashing against Jungkook’s cheek. Painful but… not deadly. 

Its with dread that Jungkook realizes he was led here. 

“W-what…?” He wipes his cheek but the liquid was already absorbed by his skin. 

Jimin’s laugh could border on the maniacal. Feasting on Jungkook’s puzzled expression. 

“Did you poison me?!” The superhero roars, anger masking his fear. Only getting another round of hysterical giggles. 

“Poison you?!” He chuckles and shakes his head “Oh no… No… Where’s the fun in that?” Jimin muses, walking down the stairs leisurely. As if suddenly unafraid of Jungkook’s powers. 

“What the-?” 

“I have something way more fun to try.” His smile sends shivers down Jungkook’s spine. Before the feeling of warmth begins to spread throughout his body. Starting at his right cheek, where he was first stricken, as it spreads  throughout his entire body. 

Staring wide eyed as he tries to decipher the sensation, measure the danger of the situation as Jimin smugly crosses his arms as he stands right in front of him. Jungkook feels the warmth radiate from underneath his skin. Gasping as he feels the effect of Jimin’s weapon. 

His stomach begins to expand, forward at first, like a small pot belly. Before it begins to visibly soften. His waist thickens, filling out along with his hips with soft pudgy padding. Gravity takes its course as the bottom of his belly starts to sit on the waistband of his suit, stretching it as he continues to balloon. 

Jungkook can only stare down in shock, the view of his feet being obstructed with his pliant fat that's becoming the bottom roll of his gut. Divided by a heavy fold along the line of his (now) squished belly button. As the upper roll expands almost sitting in the ample bottom roll. 

He also catches sight of his pecs, widening and maintaining their shape somewhat, before they sag and rest on the shelf of his belly. Enlarged puffy nipples outlined through the tightening spandex of his suit. 

Ultimately, he feels more than he can see the way his entire body swells up. Once toned muscular thighs rub together with extra chub; before expanding outwards to match the width of his gut. Feels the way his arms bury their muscles under layers of chub; that presses to his sides and weighs his arms down. 

As he stares down at himself in disbelief, he feels the same cheek he got hit on begin to swell up and round out, same on the other side. Finishing Jungkook off with the feeling of a thick double chin that cuts into the tight neckline of his suit as he looks down. 

Jimin’s laughter is softer this time, somehow scarier without its mania. He snaps his head up to see his archnemesis walking towards him. 

“Wh–what the fuck just happened?” He gasps before frowning. “What did you do to me?!” He roars, feeling himself breathing heavy under the newfound weight. But his anger only incited another wave of giggles. Jimin takes playfully slow steps towards him. 

“I ruined you.” His voice purrs, now close enough for his hand to brush gently along what Jungkook discovers is a sliver of soft exposed skin at the bottom of his belly. The only thing stopping his shirt from completely riding up is a single struggling button. But his gut still manages to pour out through the sides. 

His touch sends a shiver down Jungkook’s spine, Jimin’s hand feels so small against him. He feels so big. 

“Good luck trying to use your powers now.” He giggles almost sweetly, hand gripping at the heft bottom roll and giving it a nice jiggle. All of Jungkook bounces along with it, from his lovehandles to his cheeks. 

“Yah!” He screams out but Jimin is already rushing back up the stairs, taking the few weapons he brought with him to this decoy location. 

Still a little dumbstruck by his transformation, Jungkook shakes his head and snaps out of it. Running after him…

Or… attempting to. 

He takes a few steps, feeling his fat jiggle violently with each step. His own body slowing him down with its weight; his center of gravity entirely shifted forward to his gut. “S–stop!! You c–criminal!” He wheezes out, leaning to put his hands on his thighs to catch his breath. 

As he does, that last button busts open, letting his belly completely sag forward unrestricted and pliant. Pushing the flaps of his suit apart, and freeing his spandex to rise right underneath his moobs. His entire gut hanging out. 

Jungkook hears more than he can see, Jimin’s delighted giggles. He looks up and catches sight of the criminal beaming with one foot out the window.