Im finally posting a new fic…what a big day !
This is a weight gain fic so if you don’t like it don’t read it please.
Sitting at the table of one of the city’s most renowned restaurants, Jisung had been waiting for his date for at least twenty minutes. Usually, it was the other way around—he would arrive late, observing his date from afar to determine if they’d be suitable for the plans he had in mind. It had become a sort of endless routine for Jisung. You see, he had managed to achieve almost everything in life. His parents owned a large company that had grown internationally, and Jisung had taken over as CEO right after completing his studies. Since he assumed leadership, the company’s shares had only risen.
He also had a stunning apartment with a breathtaking view of Seoul, and a group of friends who had always supported him, even in tough times. Yes, Jisung had everything he could want—except someone to share his nights with, someone to love and care for as they deserved. That’s why he had started dating. Initially, he found casual flings that worked as a short-term solution, but eventually realized he needed more. He tried explaining his intentions to various men, but they all turned him down. Tonight, however, he held out hope that the man he had been talking to on the app would be the one.
But as thirty minutes passed, it became clear this man wasn’t coming. Jisung ran a hand over his face, sighed, and decided to leave. What a stupid idea, sitting here waiting like an idiot, he thought as he stood up and began walking through the restaurant.
Jisung headed toward the exit, hurrying to leave the cursed place. As he walked, trying to call his driver, his eyes fell on a fast-food restaurant. Inside, he noticed something—or rather, someone—that caught his attention. Jisung stopped in his tracks, his gaze instantly locking on the scene. His heart raced as he paused to admire the man sitting alone in the fast-food place. Surrounded by so much food it barely fit on the table, his belly pressed against the edge, and his thighs spilling over the sides of his chair. Jisung knew his tastes were unique, but this man was so perfect he couldn’t believe his eyes.
Without hesitation, Jisung walked inside and approached him, stopping next to his table.
“May I sit here?” he asked softly, not wanting to scare the man.
The man looked up, startled, and his face flushed as he saw Jisung. His mouth was full, and his double chin became more pronounced as he looked up, making Jisung find him even more adorable.
“O-okay… sure,” the man stammered, and Jisung took a seat across from him.
“I was supposed to have a date tonight, but they didn’t show up. I think maybe that’s a good thing,” Jisung said, his eyes meeting the man’s. The man’s face grew redder.
“Oh… really?” Minho asked, surprised by Jisung’s approach.
“Why do you seem so surprised? I know I must look strange, just showing up out of nowhere like this, but… I couldn’t pass up the chance to talk to you,” Jisung admitted, lowering his head to appear less intimidating.
“I-I don’t know what to say… I’m not used to people approaching me. But I don’t understand… why would anyone not show up for you? You’re so…” Minho trailed off, his gaze locked with Jisung’s, making Jisung’s heart flutter.
“Enough talk. You didn’t come here to chat, did you? And you wouldn’t want all that to get cold,” Jisung said, gesturing to the food. Minho’s cheeks turned crimson again.
“Don’t act shy. Please, enjoy yourself,” Jisung encouraged. Minho timidly nodded and resumed eating, taking some fries in his hand.
Jisung couldn’t take his eyes off him—the roundness of his cheeks, the way his chest nearly rested on the table, his pudgy fingers grasping the food, and especially the way he filled his mouth, unable to stop himself. Watching Minho stirred a heat in Jisung’s chest. Everything about him was perfect. He had never seen someone so desirable, someone he wanted so much.
In his past relationships, Jisung had subtly tried to control his partners’ eating habits, but they would stop seeing him once they gained too much weight. But even the word “too much” felt insufficient for Minho.
Minho continued eating, no longer paying attention to Jisung, engrossed in his meal. When he finally reached for the last burger, Jisung grabbed it before he could. Minho’s expression turned almost desperate as he let out a small sigh. Jisung noticed how much fuller his cheeks and belly had become since earlier and decided to tease him.
“Still hungry?” Jisung asked, a smirk tugging at his lips.
“Y-yeah… can you give it to me… please?” Minho asked, eyeing the burger.
“I don’t know… should I? You’ve eaten quite a bit, haven’t you?” Jisung teased, watching Minho gulp.
“I have a big appetite…” Minho admitted, biting his lip and shifting in his seat, trying to sit upright.
“I can see that. You’re such a big boy… eating all alone on a Saturday night, or should I say… gorging yourself?” Jisung teased further, and Minho’s cheeks flamed red.
“I-I… I’m sorry…” Minho mumbled, lowering his head. Jisung smiled.
“Don’t ever apologize for being so perfect!” Jisung said, and Minho looked up at him, startled.
“You think I’m perfect? I thought… wait… what? Even like this?” Minho asked.
“Especially like this,” Jisung said with a grin. Minho continued to look at him, confused.
“Well… if you like it so much… why don’t you feed me yourself?” Minho suggested. This time, Jisung felt slightly thrown off but quickly regained his composure, holding the burger out to Minho.
“Don’t worry about that. We’ve got the rest of the night to keep you fed. This burger won’t be the last thing you swallow tonight,” Jisung said, keeping the burger in his hand as Minho took a bite.
Minho surprised him by not snatching it but instead letting Jisung feed him, locking eyes as he took each bite. Jisung was mesmerized, unable to look away. He’s so perfect. Absolutely perfect. Minho licked Jisung’s fingers clean, and that was the final straw. Jisung couldn’t wait any longer.
He stood up and told Minho to get up, but Minho admitted he felt too full. Jisung helped him stand, marveling at how much larger Minho was than he’d imagined. His soft, warm belly spilled forward, and Jisung relished the feeling of touching him as they walked out.
He called his driver, who arrived shortly after. Once they were in the car, Jisung instructed the driver to raise the privacy partition. He couldn’t keep his hands to himself, running them over Minho’s shirt to caress his swollen belly.
“You’re perfect. So perfect. Look at you, so full and squishy. I want to bite you, to taste you,” Jisung murmured, unable to hide his excitement.
Minho whimpered under Jisung’s touch. “You’re crazy…” Minho muttered, blushing.
“Maybe I am,” Jisung said, his hands wandering. He kissed Minho’s cheek softly before the car stopped in front of Jisung’s building.
“Let’s get you somewhere more comfortable,” Jisung said as they exited the car. He supported Minho, wrapping an arm around him. Though Minho’s size made it difficult to fully embrace him, Jisung reveled in every moment of closeness.
In the elevator, Jisung couldn’t resist pinning Minho against the wall, planting kisses along his neck. Minho let out soft gasps, still breathless from the night.
“You… you can kiss me,” Minho whispered, his blush deepening.
Jisung cupped his soft cheeks and leaned in, their lips meeting. Minho’s lips still tasted faintly of salty fries, driving Jisung wild. Jisung deepened the kiss, his lips moving tenderly yet hungrily against Minho’s. He felt the softness of Minho’s mouth, warm and inviting, as their breaths mingled. Jisung’s hands instinctively cupped Minho’s face, his thumbs brushing over his flushed cheeks. The elevator hummed softly around them, but all Jisung could focus on was the man before him—his warmth, his softness, his taste.
Minho hesitated for a moment before shyly parting his lips further, allowing Jisung to deepen the kiss even more. Their tongues brushed, and Jisung felt a rush of heat through his entire body, an overwhelming sensation that made his knees feel weak. He pressed himself closer to Minho, feeling the full, soft expanse of his body against him, as though no amount of closeness would ever be enough.
Jisung feels Minho’s hands timidly found their way to Jisung’s waist, holding him gently as if unsure of his own boldness. Jisung let out a low hum of approval, pulling away just enough to murmur, “You taste even better than I imagined.
"His voice was thick, filled with desire, as his dark eyes locked with Minho’s." Minho blinked, his face an even deeper shade of red, his breath shaky.
“You’re… you’re unbelievable,” he whispered, his words barely audible.
“Unbelievable in the best way, I hope,” Jisung replied, his voice playful yet sincere, as his hands traveled from Minho’s cheeks down to his shoulders, then to his chest, reveling in the way Minho’s body responded to his touch.
Before either could say more, the elevator dinged, signaling they’d reached Jisung’s floor. Reluctantly, Jisung pulled back, his hands lingering on Minho’s sides.
"Come on,” he said, his voice softer now but no less filled with intent. “Let’s continue this somewhere more private.”
Minho nodded silently, his gaze fixed on Jisung as if drawn to him in a way he couldn’t quite explain. Jisung stepped out first, holding out his hand for Minho to take. Once Minho placed his hand in his, Jisung led him down the quiet hallway toward his apartment, the anticipation between them growing with every step.
The moment the door closed behind them, Jisung turned, pressing Minho gently against it. He captured his lips again, this time with even more fervor, his hands roaming as if trying to memorize every curve and line of Minho’s body. Minho let out a soft whimper, his hands clutching at Jisung’s shirt as he melted into the kiss, their bodies pressing together in perfect, heated harmony.
“Fuck…” said Jisung, stepping back and looking at Minho. “I-I don’t know your name,” he admitted, his gaze fixed on Minho, who stared back at him for a moment before smiling softly.
“And I don’t know yours…” Minho replied, gently brushing Jisung’s face with his hand.
“I’m Jisung. Han Jisung,” Jisung answered before leaning in to kiss him again, unable to resist the allure of Minho’s lips, his hands roaming over Minho’s belly. Between breaths, Minho broke away, his cheeks flushed.
“Lee Minho,” he said softly, looking at Jisung timidly, his lips still swollen from their kiss.
“Such a cute name…” Jisung murmured as he pulled Minho’s shirt off, pausing for a moment to admire his body. He was even bigger than Jisung had imagined—so soft and broad. Minho’s chest rested gently on either side of his round belly, and Jisung let his hands explore, caressing the plush expanse.
“You’re so fat…how did you get this fat?” Jisung asked, his voice a mix of curiosity and desire, as his hands traced over Minho’s warm skin.
He gently caressed his body while continuing to kiss him over and over again, hearing Minho murmur his name and start to moan. Yet, Jisung wanted answers, so he stopped, simply sliding a hand over his stomach.
“You’re already almost huge, and yet tonight, you were still stuffing yourself… why, Minho..?” Jisung asked, feeling himself grow harder in turn.
“I… I… I love it. At first, it was just fun to let go a little bit, but then I gained weight… and when I saw myself getting bigger… that was so fucking hot, and… I couldn’t stop… but now I’m just… addicted… Fuck, touch me, please,” Minho pleaded, feeling Jisung’s hand slip into his pants, grabbing his cock and starting to stroke him.
“Jisung… I’m too heavy… need to sit…” Minho said, struggling to stay upright. That phrase made Jisung even more aroused than he already was, and he nodded before laying Minho down on his couch, stripping him of his clothes. When Minho was finally naked in front of him, Jisung felt like it was too much. Everything was big—his belly, his thick thighs barely leaving space for his cock, and even his member itself, buried in the softness of his own body. Minho struggled to sit up, yet Jisung could already see that his mere gaze on him excited him just as much.
He wasted no time, continuing to touch him, to make him moan, to give him as much pleasure as he wanted, again and again, all night long. Until both of them were too exhausted to move, falling asleep tangled together—Minho resting against his own plush body, so soft and warm that Jisung was ready to forget about work and just stay there with him, over and over again.
When the morning light began to fill the apartment, Jisung frowned and buried himself deeper into the couch. Then, suddenly, he realized the space next to him was empty. He sat up abruptly, scanning the living room for Minho. Panic set in when he didn’t see him at first, but then he finally spotted him in a corner, quietly trying to get dressed.
“You’re leaving?” Jisung asked, slightly pissed off. Minho flinched, not realizing Jisung was awake.
“I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to wake you… I… I… I know… Usually, I know how this goes, so…”
Jisung frowned, confused, and moved closer to Minho.
“Usually? What are you talking about? Did you not like last night with me?” Jisung asked, trying not to let his insecurities show on the first night.
“I did! Of course I did… It was amazing. But guys like you… I know how they work. They sleep with a fat guy, have their fun, and then never bother seeing them again.” Minho lowered his head, biting his lip.
Jisung sighed, running a hand over his face.
“And do I really seem like that kind of guy? I think you’re gorgeous, okay? The fact that you’re big is just a bonus to me. You’re incredible… and sexy… and I don’t want this to be the last time I see you.”
“So… you’re saying… you’re one of those who like fat guys… a fat enjoyer… something like that?” Minho asked timidly.
“Maybe? I don’t know. Watching you stuff yourself last night was hot as hell, and your body drives me insane. And… I don’t know, you’re sweet, and you make me nervous, but… are we seriously talking about this already? Don’t you want to get breakfast first?” Jisung said, trying to lighten the mood.
Minho blushed and nodded.
Jisung felt relieved, stepping forward to wrap Minho in his arms, pulling him into a cuddle. Minho’s body was driving him crazy, and even in daylight, he was even more excited than the night before. They got ready together, leaving hand in hand, ready to find the nearest café. Jisung was already looking forward to filling Minho’s stomach again.
At the café, Minho took a seat by the window while Jisung waited at the counter for their order. At that moment, his phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out and saw Hyunjin’s name on the screen.
“What do you want?” Jisung asked, rolling his eyes.
“How was your date?” Hyunjin teased, laughing on the other end of the line.
“He didn’t show up… fucking stupid idea…” Jisung muttered, running a hand through his hair as he picked up the tray of food for Minho.
“For real? You didn’t meet anyone? In the restaurant across the street? Don’t tell me you didn’t notice him!” Hyunjin said, and Jisung could hear him talking with Changbin in the background.
“How do you know about Minho?” Jisung asked as he sat down at the table. Minho looked up at him.
“I know you hate blind dates, and I know you and Minho would be, like, super compatible. But since you never let me introduce you to people, Changbin and I made sure you’d notice him…”
Jisung sighed, hanging up and turning his attention back to Minho.
“You’re friends with Changbin?” Jisung asked. Minho nodded.
“Yeah, we met at a fast food place. I was impressed by his size, so I asked him for advice… that’s how we became friends!” Minho said with a smile.
Jisung couldn’t help but smile back, almost forgetting Hyunjin’s ridiculous matchmaking scheme. He placed his hand over Minho’s.
“Well then, I guess it’s time to put his advice to the test… now that you’re mine, we’re gonna make you even more impressive than Changbin. Do you want that, babe?”
The only answer Jisung accepted from Minho was the first bite of his meal.
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