Chub Is Fub

(Star Trek AU Cont.)

More time passes. Namjoon continues to grow. By now he’s had to replace his captains uniform three separate times. Most of the softness seemed to form on his abdomen, with a good amount finding it’s home on his thighs and rear.

It was interesting, Namjoon pondered sitting on the captains chair, how his more cushioned rump seemed to elevate him even as it spread outwards.

Playing with his larger middle, he casually looks around at his crew. Jungkook was to his right, monitoring the speed and trajectory of the Bulletproof. Jimin next to him, steering. Taehyung sat to his far left, speaking quickly into his headset in an indecipherable language.

Heaving his weightier frame up off his chair, Namjoon began to make his way over to the canteen for a snack. Well, maybe more like a meal. His portions have been getting bigger as his body swelled. The food replicator somehow noticing the increased need for calories to maintain his size.

The door slid open only instead of Namjoon feasting his stomach, he feasted his eyes on the sight of Hoseok scarfing down “tater tots” by the handful.

Shocked, Namjoon couldn’t help but glance down at the other man’s middle section somehow expecting to see it looking the way he saw himself in his mirror, but all he saw was a flat stomach.

Refusing to acknowledge what he was feeling as disappointment, Namjoon called out Hoseok’s name.

Startled out of his binge, Hoseok stood up so fast he fell over. Tater tots and ketchup lading on the floor.

After desperately trying to explain himself, Hoseok gave up all pretense and just admitted to trying the replicator’s “menu” and instantly becoming addicted.

Instead of growing mad, like Hoseok thought he would, Namjoon smiled widely and asked if the tater tots were his favorite.

Stunned, Hoseok confirms the suspicion. Namjoon walks over to the replicator and orders some for the both of them.

“They’re not my favorite, but I’d love it if you ate lunch with me.”

“But… but I should stop,” Hoseok protested, despite his eyes following the tray of food, “Before I start growing too.”

“Well, you told me that I was just fine right? I’m just… bigger than I used to be.” Namjoon ordered himself a milkshake. “What’s wrong with getting big?”

“What if I don’t stop growing? What if I can’t?!”

Namjoon paused for a moment, “What if you can’t stop? What if neither of us do?” He shrugged. “Would that be so bad?”

Hoseok hesitates for only a moment before popping a fresh tater tot in his mouth, moaning at the greasy taste.

Neither of them say another word as they both were too busy stuffing their mouths.

-

Two more months go by, but this time Namjoon spends all his meals with the ships medical officer in the canteen binging on fast food.

Hoseok had by the point embarrassedly had to put in a request for a new uniform as he had managed to out grow his current one. For all his gluttony, it seemed his body was less prone to softening.

Unlike Hoseok’s slow growth, Namjoon’s had snowballed. As his body expanded so did his portion sizes, thicker and heavier. His gait once strong and confident is now slow and arduous. A waddle almost.

He couldn’t say he didn’t like it.

The heft. The bulk. The movement.

He liked playing with it, touching it. The way it jiggles when he slaps it. The way his belly button grew deeper each week. The way standing has become his least favorite activity.

Hoseok didn’t know what to think. On one hand it was ridiculous. Utterly inconvenient. A complete waste of time.

On the other hand, he reminisces as he organized the medbay’s drawers. Those late nights; touching himself, letting himself explore. The euphoria that came from pushing himself to his limits, from the slippery mouthfeel of grease…

He didn’t know what to think, yet he found that he couldn’t stop either. That he didn’t want to stop.

Leaning over to pick up his dropped tricorder, the seat of his pants split with an audible rip.

-

Down in the maintenance decks of the Bulletproof, head mechanic Yoongi sat thinking too.

Thinking about how his beloved captain (and massive crush) was blowing up. About how his best friend was following in his footsteps.

In this world, everyone eats nutrition cubes. Brightly colored, low carb, zero sugar cubes of plant material. The amount per serving calculated exactly to the individual passenger’s caloric needs.

One day, the ship encounters a merchant ship stranded in space. Taking the alien in, they are paid for their good deed with ancient earth information. Menus salvaged from old greasy diners…

Ever the curious mind, Namjoon enlists mechanic Yoongi to help him unlock the unused meal replication function of the cube creator.

After Yoongi took some time inputting the information from the menu, Namjoon ordered the item called a “Cheeseburger”.

Ignoring Yoongi’s warnings, Namjoon takes a bite of the strange meal and instantly takes another. And another. Before he knows it, the sandwich is gone and he’s ordering another.

Yoongi can only watch as his captain becomes addicted to the fatty food in real time. Any protest that passed his lips was brushed off, and any attempt to shut off the machine was met with official orders not to.

Months pass, and not a single officer can recall what their caption looks like without a carton of fries, a milkshake or a triple cheeseburger in his grease covered hands. Soon enough, Namjoon finds himself struggling to fit into his uniform.

Not a problem though, he’d just order a new one. Problem solved, right? It was just shrunk in the wash. Or maybe it was switched with Jimin’s uniform, he thought ignoring the fact that the number of stripes on the shoulders said otherwise…

You see, in this future, no one ever gained weight. It is literally unheard of. A rumor at best. So the fact that the crews captain seemed to be growing wider around the middle, and maybe even a little bit everywhere was concerning if not medically confounding!

Medical officer Hoseok finally had enough. Ordering his captain to the Med Bay, he gives the younger man a full physical.

Baffled by the soft pudge now covering every inch of his captain, Hoseok pinched and groped at the flesh. Shaking it only to watch it wobble even after letting go.

Scratching his head, Hoseok concluded that Namjoon was free of illness, parasites, poisoning, and even alien influence… His body just seemed to be expanding at an alarming rate!

“The only thing I can think of is those new cubes you’re eating…” Hoseok trailed off, staring as his captain sucked at the odd opaque tube Namjoon called a “straw”. Apparently, a thick liquid flowed up it and into Namjoon’s mouth. An ingenious device, admittedly. He wondered if it would work with water or if it’s function was exclusive to these “milkshakes”.

“I guess?” Namjoon pulled his lips off the straw with a loud pop, prodding at his drooping belly. “I mean, I only started… growing… after I added ‘fast food’ to my diet.”

Replaced, you mean… Hoseok mentally corrected. Neither he nor the rest of the officers had seen Namjoon so much as take a taste of a nutrition cube since he started eating cheeseburgers and fries.

Satisfied that their captain was okay, Hoseok’s concern faded into curiosity. When would the growth stop? Where would the softness go? Would there be an end to it? Or would his captain keep growing and growing?

And what was it about that fast food that made Namjoon go so crazy over it?

thanks. do these pants make my butt look big?

“Oh no you don’t,” you laugh. “It isn’t ready yet, no sneaking bites like last time.” You recall the last time you made dinner, and how your partner snuck bites here and there until they ended up full and bloated before the actual dinner could even begin…of course, you made them eat all of the full meal anyways once it was ready. To spoil their appetite never really seemed possible with such lack of self control.

Just dropping this wip that’s been sitting on my iPad aimlessly