Koochub

Seokjin shoves the last of the sausage sandwich into his mouth, stifling a burp. He grunts as he leans forward to pick up one of the pastries, barely reaching it.

He can tell that Yoongi is trying his best not to stare, taking a glance and then quickly looking away. Seokjin wonders if Yoongi is disgusted by him, but if he were then why would he want to sit with him? 

One by one the pastries in front of him disappear, he has to start leaning further to reach the ones on the other side of the table. Unfortunately, Seokjin’s massive gut gets in the way and he ends up pushing the table forward with his belly, right into Yoongi.

“I’m so sorry!” Seokjin says, embarrassed.

But Yoongi just smiles sweetly, unfazed, as he pushes all the plates toward Seokjin instead. “It’s okay, sorry I didn’t realize you couldn’t reach this far,” he doesn’t sound judgmental, just as sweet as usual.

“Thank you...” Seokjin says quietly, he leans forward again and that’s when his shirt finally rolls up, exposing even more of his belly. He tries not to be embarrassed by that as well, just continuing on and shoving part of a muffin in his mouth. He goes to take the last drink of his coffee, sucking as hard as he can until he can’t get any more liquid through the straw. Without even thinking, he lets out a loud burp of contentment. He can feel the heavy cream doing it’s job, making him bigger.

“Do you want another? I’ll pay for it,” Yoongi says, which alerts Seokjin. Seokjin had been so absorbed in it he forgot he was there.

“Oh, um—”

“You still have quite a bit of food left, you need something to wash it down, right?”

And, well, Yoongi does have a point, “you’re right,” Seokjin admits, “Another extra large? This time with carmel drizzle?”

Yoongi looks so excited by his answer as he stands up and goes to the register, ordering it from his coworker. It takes a few moments and Yoongi waits by the pickup bar. In the meantime, Seokjin has time to lick what he can of his old cup clean and shoving another pastry down his throat.

When Yoongi comes back, the cup somehow looks bigger than the one he had before. Not that Seokjin minds. That caramel drizzle looks heavenly.

“Thank you,” Seokjin says, mouth watering.

Seokjin finishes off the pastries about ten minutes later, sucking down the drink as well. It was incredible, not as good as when Yoongi makes it, but definitely good enough to hit the spot. His belly is so hard, pants straining in a way that Seokjin is afraid they’ll burst.

“Well, my break is over,” Yoongi admits sadly.

“Oh,” Seokjin looks at the table, all the trash solely from him, “I should probably get going, too.”

Which means...he’ll have to stand up.

He braces himself, can feel Yoongi’s eyes on him, as he pushes the table forward, grasps onto the sides of the chair, and pulls himself up.

Except, like usual, he’s stuck.

“Shit,” Seokjin curses. He’s already out of breath. He really overdid it today, but how could he not when a cute boy was offering all this to him? He tries again, using all his strength, he almost gets an inch out of the seat before falling back.

There it is, he hears the legs of the chair crackle as they bend under his weight.

“Do you need help?” Yoongi asks.

Seokjin wheezes, sweat beading...well...everywhere, “Probably.”

The skinny man is next to him in an instant, “I’ll hold down the chair while you stand up?”

Seokjin nods, but he’s so tired, he doesn’t know if he’ll be able to get up at all without a rest.

He has to try though, Yoongi is there. So he does, he musters up all his strength and sways himself forward. As he forces himself forward, he hears a snap--

then his gut is spilling out of his pants and making itself at home by pooling on the ground.

“Fuck,” it’s just as embarrassing as it is hot.

The entire cafe goes silent.

Seokjin's favorite sweatpants are ruined now, and he has to drive home like this. He has to get out of the cafe and stuff himself into his car with his huge gut out in the open.

With as embarrassing as this is, all eyes on him as he breathes heavily, his huge belly falling forward has allowed some wiggle room in the chair. Since his pants aren't making him expand so much outwards anymore, he's able to grunt and sway himself forward. It's still a tight fit and still takes him several tries even with the help of Yoongi, but eventually he gets up.

As soon as he's standing, he feels light headed. His belly, hanging low in front of him, isn't going to do anything to help him walk.

"Are you okay?" Yoongi asks, concerned.

Seokjin takes a moment to speak and when he does it comes out in a wheeze, "I think," wheeze, "I'll need help," wheeze, "getting to my car." Every inch of his body is covered in sweat, he can feel the pit stains through his shirt, his hair is dripping as if he took a shower.

But Yoongi still looks at him so sweetly, "I'll help you," the barista goes over to the counter to let his coworker know what he's doing before coming back. Even within those thirty seconds Seokjin felt like he was going to fall.

Yoongi holds onto Seokjin's sweaty arm and asks him to take a step forward....

which is a big task for Seokjin.

He manages to do it but everything in and on his body is fighting against him. When they make it to the door, Seokjin knows he's in trouble.

"Do you want to push or pull?" Seokjin asks Yoongi, he's surprised the man even understands him considering how out of breath he is.

"If I push will you fall?"

And that...is a very good question.

"I think I'll be okay," Seokjin decides.

Yoongi nods and opens the door for Seokjin to start squeezing himself through. He turns sideways and starts inching himself through the door. Almost immediately he's brushing the doorframe. Usually, his pants do a good job of containing his belly, making him wider and helping him slide through doors sideways but now that his belly is fully out, well, he gets wedged in the door sooner than usual.

The wood digs into his exposed belly, barely budging as he tries to force himself out.

Then he feels Yoongi's hands on him.

It's a heavenly experience and he would have been able to appreciate it more if he hadn't been stuck in a public doorway.

He can tell that Yoongi is trying to he gentle, which of course isn't helping all.

"You have to push harder," Seokjin grunts, he's so out of breath he feels light headed.

"But what if it hurts you?" Yoongi asks, worried.

Seokjin tries to suck in, but it does next to nothing, "if it doesn't hurt then I'll be stuck in this door forever."

That seems to do the trick and gets Yoongi to push harder. It hurts, Seokjin can feel the wood scraping against his poor belly, but it has to be done. Yoongi is grunting and out of breath and Seokjin feels a bit bad knowing he's causing this trouble for him.

Eventually, Yoongi takes a step back, resting his hands on his hips. He's sweating, but again he doesn't look fazed or judgemental.

"Can I touch your belly?"

The question throws Seokjin off. Yes, he would love for Yoongi to touch his aching, over stuffed belly, rub it and kiss it—

"I think if I hold it back you'll be able to get through."

"O—oh," Seokjin squeaks, flustered, "yeah, that might work."

Yoongi's warm, thin hands are on Seokjin's belly in an instant. It feels heavenly. Even as he begins to push as hard as he can to hold back the fat, Seokjin relishes in the touch. Even with the situation he's in, he selfishly doesn't want it to end.

After that it takes a couple minutes, but it doesn't take as long as if Seokjin were left to get out of there on his own. When they get to the last push, Seokjin feels so tired that he might collapse. That would make things even harder. He's wheezing so hard that it's difficult to breathe and when Yoongi gets to that last push, surprisingly, he keeps a grip on Seokjin.

"Yoongi," Seokjin wheezes, "I don't know if I'll make it to my car."

Yoongi looks around a bit panicked and then eyes lock on something, "there," he points a couple steps away, "sit on that bench until you regain some strength and I'll get you some water."

Sure enough, there is a bench right by the parking lot. Somehow, Seokjin has never noticed it. He must have been too focused on making it to the cafe. Yoongi guides Seokjin to it. It's so difficult for him to walk now. Seokjin doesn't have the strength to lower himself down so he plops as hard as he can, it creaks but it holds his weight. He knows he takes up the majority of it, if he were to shift a little bit over then maybe Yoongi would be able to sit with him. However, Yoongi comments again that he's going to get Seokjin water and is off.

God, Seokjin is so fat. His belly is resting on the rough concrete and he can feel himself soaked in sweat. He wonders how he smells. His poor body is so tired from the activity he just put it through.

Soon enough, Yoongi comes back with a cup of water and... a couple pastries.

The barista blushes as Seokjin eyes them.

"That was a lot of work for you, you must have worked up an appetite," He steps forward, offering the water and food.

Very willingly, Seokjin takes it, "I wasn't gonna say anything, but I am a little peckish now," he chuckles. Before even drinking water, he stuffs one of the pastries in his mouth. Seokjin hums in contentment before washing it down with water and then repeating with the couple other pastries Yoongi brought along.

Eventually, both run out and he's left with crumbs all over him and an empty cup. He rests his hands on his big belly and looks at Yoongi.

"I don't know if I'll be able to continue coming here," Seokjin admits.

That catches Yoongi off guard, his eyes go wide, "what? Why?"

Seokjin chuckles, "I mean, look at what happened today. Yoongi, I've gotten so fat, this'll just keep happening," he sighs, "I barely fit in my car anymore either, if it weren't for you, I probably would have permanently stayed at home a long time ago."

"I mean—if you want to lose weight then—"

Seokjin laughs, "that's my point, I don't want to lose weight," he hums, "in fact, I want to get bigger."

Yoongi flushes, “o—oh,” he doesn’t necessarily look off put by it, more flustered and...there’s this soft smile on his face that Seokjin thinks is incredibly cute.

“Yeah,” Seokjin pats his belly and watches it jiggle, “so...I probably won’t be able to go anywhere soon.”

“So you’ll be stuck at home?” Yoongi asks.

The thought of Seokjin being confined to his home makes the large man giddy, “yeah.”

“Do you have a roommate? Or someone that can bring you food?”

Seokjin already has a plan for all of it, he came up with it quite awhile ago—immobility has always been his end goal. “I have some friends who have agreed to help out, no roommate though.”

Yoongi’s hands are fisted in his shirt, he’s squirming and gnawing at his lip, “well, my lease is up soon...if you’re...y’know, looking for a roommate.”

Seokjin’s mouth falls open, his double chin protruding even more.

“J—just a suggestion!” Yoongi immediately says, as if he said something wrong, “and I could still bring you pastries and drinks and...” he trails off, his face is the color of a tomato.

"How was your day?" Jimin asks though, and he remembers what the older had proposed: to work it through, and act normally. He sits by the edge of Jungkook's side of the bed.

"I just... rested most of the day." He is unsure in his words, fearful of Jimin's reaction. But a hand is running through his hair, gently.

"You must have felt really tired, bun." His boyfriend's tone is soft, his touch loving, and his expression gentle, but Jungkook can still see some apprehension in his eyes. Jimin pushes through with kindness, though. He pets Jungkook's hair again for good measure before getting up to change.

“Did you eat?” It’s not really a question... but Jimin tried to make it sound like one - even if it’s a little accusatory.

And well.... "I woke up a little late, only had lunch." It isn't a lie. But he still feels somewhat guilty as he answers, shrinking away the second his boyfriend stands up to get out of his clothes.

Jimin has his head halfway out of his shirt, Jungkook can only imagine a genuinely surprised expression when he answers. "Oh!" He knows it looks like Jungkook ate quite more than that. But thankfully, he doesn't seem to question it. Finally getting rid of his shirt, before turning to the younger.

"Then you can have dinner with me!" Smile is bright, regardless of the tension. "I missed you."

Jungkooks breath catches. “You did?” The insecurity is overwhelming as he watches Jimin walk back out with such a light step. Jungkook huffs softly, pushing himself up to sit.

“Of course.” Jimin smiles, making his way to the bedroom door. “I’ll start cooking, yeah?”

And Jungkook... feels a little hesitant to agree. Eating with Jimin after the conversation they had, after the transformation Jungkook had gone through in the span of a couple of hours. But he nods obediently. "I'll get to it then." Jimin smiles casually.

He doesn't know what Jimin will possibly make, will it just be something like what they used to eat before? Completely ignoring Jungkook's confession just a night ago? A knot twists at his chest because he really doesnt think he can go back to how things were, not only because of the food and knowing how good it feels to be fat. But, he doesn't know how he would like it if his boyfriend brushed through the effort that was to tell him everything.

It's eating him up so Jungkook stands from the bed with a little effort; this has to be the first time he stands on his own at this weight, without the support of the other Jimin behind him. And notices that the clothes he went through the tunnel with, are seemingly enlarged along to fit his body.

He'll have to thank the other Jimin for that later.

With self conscious steps, trying to avoid the unavoidable squeaks the old wooden floor lets out, he makes his way downstairs. Getting to properly appreciate the way his body feels, bulging belly jiggling with each movement of his legs, his entire torso from his overhang all the way to his chin and cheeks, bouncing as he walks down the stairs. Legs pressed together even in his wide stance, fat jiggling as much as it can in the confined restrictment of his pants- that although enlarged to fit, still cage his thighs and ass in more than they used to at his former weight. He is pretty sure his underwear is peeking through behind him; but he rather not check. Jungkook doesn’t know if he can twist that far.

He feels a weird sense of dejavu, walking into the kitchen where he sees his boyfriend's back cooking casually while his phone plays music for him to hum to. It wouldn't be too different from the way he found other Jimn that first night he walked through the door.

The music could not have been that loud for Jimin to not hear the heavy stomps and whines of the floor from Jungkook's arrival; but he pretended to be surprised anyway when he turned around, smiling gently. "We still have to buy new groceries, but I'm making zucchini pasta."

Jungkook can't help but feel guilt deep in his chest. Jimin is trying so hard, they both know he hates it but he is still trying.

He walks slowly towards his boyfriend where he was stirring in a pot, hand shyly settling on the small fo Jimin's back; peeking a little. "Smells really good." And it does, while it's still nothing of what Jungkook ate in the last few days. He knows, this dish is Jimin's version of a cheat day, leaving the carbohydrates for a special ocassion or for a day of self treatment.

He is trying.

He rests his head lightly on Jimin's shoulder, looking over to gaze down at the pot.

“You’re such a good cook, Mini.” He speaks softly, feeling his fat cheeks jiggle as Jimin moves minutely.

"You think so?" Jimin giggles. "I really outdid myself with those kale chips the other day." And he can see his boyfriend's chest puff up proud. Which is... so cute, Jungkook could cry.

The younger cooed, kissing his cheek. “You’re adorable.” Jungkook soothed, moving his fat hand to rub the small of his back.

"Aish, you're going to distract my cooking!!" Jimin complains through giggles. And Jungkook doesn't have to look to know he is blushing. Soft giggles fill the kitchen. And the older slightly... leans to Jungkook, tentatively feeling as the fat body molds to Jimin's one, barely. It makes his heart speed up adorably, like it did when they first started dating.

“Should i leave you to it?” Jungkook kisses his cheek again before nuzzling into Jimin's neck. He can feel how the fat of his cheeks mould into the nook of his neck. It feels so much so much better than the former sharp angles of his face.

This feels right.

"Hmm... thinking about it, maybe I could use some moral support." He stops looking down at the pot, and turns to Jungkook, who looks up from his spot in Jimin's neck. Their noses brush.

Jimin smiles sweetly at him, leaning up to kiss his nose. “You look so… cute.” It’s genuine. Jungkook feels his breathing pause as he looks back at the older with doe eyes

But Jimin's smile doesn't falter when Jungkook looks. Still calm, still gentle, still loving. He doesnt think he can breathe normally, his heart might beat its way out of his chest. "You think so?" His voice is barely above a whisper, they're so close already.

Jimins hand gently holds at the younger’s double chin, bringing him down to peck his lips. "You always look cute, bunny." His thumb plays with the fat under Jungkook's jaw, caressing. "Now go set the table. These will be done soon"

Jungkook let’s out a soft, pleased noise. He pulls away and waddles to collect the items for the table. He can feel his body shake, fat bouncing in any way he moves. He feels so good... especially with Jimin returning to his loving self

He doesn't know what happened. And he is a little afraid to ask, as if maybe Jimin miraculously didn't notice; and if Jungkook spoke up on it, would open the older’s eyes. It may be a ridiculous way to think but... he is scared.

The music is turned off, and the younger didn't notice how much the white noise was helping the tension. He just finished setting up the table when Jimin turns from the stove holding a bit pot. It looks more than their usual, Jimin only knows how to do two portion sizes: for two, and when his friends come over. So the difference is not subtle. Jungkook sits down at his seat, feeling the way his sides squeeze into the arm rest but also hearing as the flimsy wooden chair whines in complaint.

His boyfriend's eyes widen, unable to hide the pure shock. Jungkook can’t decide if it's cute or terrifying.

Jimin blinks away the shock, smiling back at Jungkook. “Hungry?” Jimin soothes, placing the pot in the middle of the table. “I made plenty.”

Jungkook can tell. The portion is definitely bigger than usual, it’s almost overflowing, too. He couldn’t resist the small groan that escaped his lips. Jimins shock returns. He’s never heard Jungkook this ... in need for food

"....A little." He says grimacing a bit in embarrassment. Jimin takes his plate, filling it up wordlessly.

"Well you said you only ate one meal. No wonder you are so hungry." He passes the plate to Jungkook who has to stop himself from scarfing it down as soon as it touches his hands.

He wonders what Jimin would think if he knew Jungkook has become this desperate for food all the time.

Jungkook moaned a little with the first bite. “Fuck...” He swallows. “Jimin this.. baby this is so good.” After that first bite he doesn’t even break, eating like he normally would. He can’t even tell that it’s vegan... or healthy.

Jimin beams, he beams, at the comment; smiling bright making his eyes turn small. Chest puffing out again like he had done the impossible. "Really???"

In the past, Jungkook never reacted badly to the food his boyfriend took so much time to prepare. But Jimin isn't an idiot, he's sure the older can tell just how big the difference in Jungkook's enthusiasm is. As he stuffs spoonfuls past his lips, sauce gathers at the corner of his lips. Self consciousness completely forgotten at the sight of food.

Jimin is looking at him so lovingly, amazed by how Jungkook is gorging so quickly. The pig that’s his boyfriend... reaches for the pot again and grunts like an actual pig.

"Oh- no no , Kookie. Let me help." There's a little hurry in Jimin's voice, as loving as he is, he can't say he's ever imagined, let alone experienced a scenario like this. But ,he sees Jungkook's gut getting in the way of him reaching the pot, so he acts. Standing up and taking the pot with him towards Jungkook.

Jimin's smile widens even more. Happy to help. As he grabs the saddle to serve him more but... Jungkook takes the saddle... and he also takes the pot... "Ah, thank you, Minnie."

The older can only stare stunned as Jungkook grabs the big serving spoon and just brings it to his lips, unable to stop himself over the food. He is moaning loudly as he shoves more into his mouth relentlessly - swallowing everything down with ease. Jimins expression shifts, shock to amusement.

The older doesn't quite know what to do with himself. Smiling a little nervously as he brings his chair closer to Jungkook’s… You know, in case he needs assistance.

But no, Jungkook is grabbing handfuls of creamy pasta letting go of the spoon as he shoves them into his mouth... He seems like he has it pretty much covered yet...Jimin can't bring himself to look away.

He’s fascinated. No disgust, anger... nothing but fascination is manifesting in his mind. Jimin is looking at him, watching as he shoves more food into his bloating gut.

It shouldn't be surprising. He knows Jungkook must have been having big sized meals to get to the size he is, in such little time. But it's still impressive to see.

Just a week ago Jungkook was muscular like him, even more.

Jimin has to remind himself to breathe.

Why was that… hot?

He can’t figure out what it is. But maybe it was the panting, the groaning... The neediness.

His boyfriend is whining like he does when Jimin edges him for too long. Like there's a feeling of pressure, but completely overpowered by the actual bliss. Squirming in the chair that creaks under his weight, Jimin glances down to see the way his ass overspills from it.

"You-you plan on finishing it?" Jimin has a hard time finding his voice at first, still too clueless on the entire situation.

Jungkook has a fistful of spaghetti halfway past his lips when he answers. "Cant--cant help it." He mumbles muffled. " 's so good, Minnie."

Jimin lets out a breath, reaching down and groping the sides that push past the chair’s restraints. He groped a little more just so he could watch Jungkook squirm more as he forced food past his lips.He can see his fatty thighs tremble. "We moved here for 2 weeks... and... you already outgrew the chairs." He mumbles. Jungkook said he wanted to grow big right? He'll like what Jimin is saying...right?

Jungkook panted, nodding happily and moaning.

“So fat...” Jimin leans close - nibbling his ear. “Do you like that?” Jungkook nods quickly

Feeling a little bit more bold, Jimin continues. "Feels like... you've outgrown the whole house, really." His voice is calm, trying not to be affected by the sight of jungkook scraping the pot with dirty hands. "Did you hear how the floors creaked under you? That didnt happen when we arrived..."

Jungkook whined pathetically, nodding and letting Jimin tease him as he licks his hands clean.

“You’re a good pig I see..” He coed.

Jungkook gasps audibly. Whimpering with his lips still pressed against the fatty looking fingers. Jimin feels like he hit jackpot. "That's what I should start calling you right? You look more like a pig than a bunny, Kook-ah..." his smile is teasing and Jungkook nods hurried.

"A-am-- I am a pig ." He breathes out eyes closed in pleasure as he gets back to trying to squeeze his tongue past the tighter space between his chubbed out fingers.

He sucks at his fingers again, grunting happily. He can feel Jimin staring at his mouth… Grazing down and watching his double chin shake with each suck.

Jimin is indulging him, he is sure. But he isn't about to question it. Not when Jimin's hand is back again on his pudgy side squishing at the fat that pokes out. Shirt unable to cover the entirety of his love handles. Earning soft whimpers out of Jungkook.

The older's other hand goes to Jungkook's wrist. Their hands already held a size difference before but... Jimin can't wrap his fingers around his wrist anymore. Holding it gently. "Tell me then, do good pigs eat all their meals?" Jungkook nods hurried.

"I-I do! I mean-they- they do!" He is already becoming dumb with the overhwelming pleassure. Jimin guides his hand gently towards his lips, slowly. "Even the last drop of sauce?"

"E-everything!!"

“Then lick it up.” Jimin can’t figure out if he’s doing this for Jungkook or himself. He watches as Jungkook's chin bobs as he nods enthusiastically - reaching forward and scooping up everything with his fattened hands.

His lips wrap sinfully around his fat fingers. Jimin finds himself pushing by his wrist gently further in, watching as Jungkook's small lips wrap around the added girth. "Thats it... good boy, good pig Jungkook-ah." He finishes sucking his hands clean, groaning, pleasure coursing through his body. “You ate well.”

He nods, smiling shakily, stomach feeling heavy against the table and between his legs -spread as much as the restrictive armrests would allow him to.

He feels so big, in every way.

"And it barely took you any effort hm? Been preparing beforehand, glutton?" His tone is softer, thumb cleaning at the corners of his lips and bringing it to Jungkook's lips where he licks obediently. Their eyes meet and, while his question is accusatory, Jimin's eyes are half lidded, expression... aroused

Jungkook nods slowly, panting and basking in the pure weight of himself. He reaches towards Jimin, blushing. “I love.. you..” He turns, burping and an instant flush of shame runs through his body

His face grows even hotter, covering his mouth with the padded back of his hand. Jimin looks a little stunned, eyebrows high but giggling softly. "I love you too, Jungkookie." His hand delicately tucks a strand of hair behind the younger's ear. "Do you feel full?"

And without the other Jimin's magic (or well.. Jungkook wasn't entirely sure what it was yet) it was easy to feel stuffed after a meal this size. He nods , afraid he'll burp again if he tries to speak.

"Can I do anything? ...To help?" Jimin’s tone is so soft, you can tell he doesn't know what he is stepping into or how to do it. But even so, it's driven by so much care

Jungkook nodded. “Tummy-“ He burps again, looking away. “R-rubs...” He grunts, trying to cover his mouth but he still burps.

Jimins face widens cutely. "Oh! I can do that!" He sounds surprised, like he thought Jungkook was gonna ask for something complicated. The younger chuckles but it pushes more air past his lips.

"I might... you know... burp a little."

"You are already burping as we speak, Kook-ah." He raises an eyebrow smiling humored. Jimin's small hands get to work, soothing his gut happily as Jungkook continues to let out burps.

It's tentative at first, testing things out as Jimin’s hands settle on his belly for the first time on the wide expanse of fat. Pushing into it a couple of times until he finds the bloat, which Jungkook doesn't blame him for, at this size, it isn't fully noticeable when Jungkook is stuffed. But he makes sure to let the older know he's found it. Choked out moan leaving his lips, body shivering entirely.

Jimin is strong, his hands push with gentle force at Jungkook's stomach and the younger sees stars

He belches again, burping in Jimin's face this time. He can’t bring himself to move fast enough. Only looking away afterwards in embarrassment.

There's a full few seconds of silence, Jimin's hands on his belly stopping abruptly. The quiet is only disrupted by the vibrating and loud noise that makes Jungkook's belly rumble and jiggle in complaint from the stuffing. "Sorry..." He manages to squeal out, and it seems to snap Jimin out of his trance, hands rubbing back soothingly.

"You did warn me right?" He moves Jungkook’s face holding onto his chin like he had done before guiding their eyes to meet.

"But not in your face!" He whines, cheeks red as its impossible to ignore his boyfriend

"Why not? It's... Kinda hot.” Jimin blushes, kissing his cheek. “Plus you need to like...release it, right?” And Jungkook... doesn't think he can move past that first statement so easily.

"Y-you what!?" A small burp pushed through just from the effort that it takes to speak right now with how full he feels.

Jimin's cheeks grow impossibly redder. "I-...well... I didn't- I think so." He confesses, now it's his eyes avoiding Jungkook, before mustering the courage to meet his boyfriend's shocked expression. "Just now I-... I enjoyed myself a lot." He smiles shyly.

Jungkook nodded quickly. “I en-enjoyed it so much.” He blushed, kissing his cheek - leaving sauce on Jimin's face. He smiles lovely cupping Jungkook's fat cheeks. "I am glad, angel." The younger can't help but lean to the touch. "Today I just kept thinking about last night. I never want you to feel like I don't support you, and I did just that yesterday." Jimin's smile turns a little sad. "Just...know I’ll support you through anything you want to try, okay?" His voice is small, apologetic

Jungkook felt teary, nodding quickly. “I’m.. I love you.. t-thank...” He burps - freezing and covering his face. “S-sorry”

Jimin's melodic giggles soothe Jungkook immediately, slim body shaking endeared. "I love you too." He says softly , kissing jungkook's lips like he is something precious. It's only until the older pulls back Jungkook realizes he is crying a little , as Jimin coos gently " Aw, kook-ah." Smiling lovingly while his fingers brush underneath his eyes. “Gorgeous boy... Should we go rest now? you look exhausted.” Jimin coos, petting his hair.

Jungkook feels his jaw drop slightly. Face, chest, tummy everything feels warm and loved under Jimin's gaze. He nods softly, this feels like he'll wake up any moment, and Jimin would not have arrived home from his class yet.

Instead he gets a warm small “Okay, lets go to bed then, big guy." Jimin pats his belly before standing up easily.Jungkook struggles a little, grabbing Jimin for support as he pulls himself up.. It’s getting harder after every meal but it’s so pleasurable.

Jimin smiles gently, not hiding how he notices Jungkook's struggle. Not walking around the younger's weight anymore, and it felt like Jungkook could finally breathe in his own home.

And it wasn't a dream, Jimin was still curled by his side when their alarms woke them up the next morning. The older drooling onto Jungkook's pillowy chest, the way he used to do back when it was perky and muscled.

They spent the morning shopping, usually Jimin went alone, but now he was helping Jungkook squeeze into any clothes and dragging him to the supermarket. Excitedly gushing, asking him what he wants to eat, and what he should buy, and how big should the portions be and it was....quite possibly, so endearing to see.

Also it was the first time he walked outside with Jungkook being this size, not being the perfect fit couple anymore. And the older still held onto his hand and linked arms, and whined into Jungkook's neck to complain. The younger doesn't think he's ever felt this in love

Jimin splurged. He spent so much money with recipes in mind.. He picked up non-vegan cookbooks, gasping at how intense meals looked. A home cookbook for comfort meals was purchased, along with recipes for Western desserts. Jimin seemed to be more joyous about cooking than ever before.

They also go shopping for clothes for Jungkook. Seeing as how the seams of his sweatpants complained with each step, and his shirt just wouldn't stay in place. He was growing more and more out of breath by the second, hitting the realization that this is probably the most exercise he got since they moved in together. Seeing other people walk around effortlessly while he has this 'fat boy mouth breath' is enough to tell how big he has gotten.

He’s shamefully aroused by the humiliation of it. He brushes it off as he and Jimin pick out triple X clothing.. and higher.. ‘Just in case’ Jimin smiled as he said - pulling out the larger items too.

Jimin expects him to get bigger...

So casual about the fact too: Jungkook will get bigger; so let's stock up on four X shirts. The younger only able to stand in shock as Jimin puts more clothes into the cart. He feels so fat, it could make his knees buckle. Even when Jimin asks him to drive on the way home, and Jungkook cramps himself into the car. Legs and belly squished together before he could push the seat back and finally spread his thighs to make more room.

Yeah… Both sound good. Jungkook hums, going to the living room and opening the small door — crawling through fast to get to the other side. “Jimin~” He calls out, panting at the sheer speed he’s going. He can hear soft footsteps and the door before him opens making Jungkook even more excited, he feels so empty he could die

"You're back~ " That sweet voice and the smell already slipped through the opening.

Jungkook pushes through the door, looking up at Jimin and panting cutely. “Hyung!” He jumps, hugging him. “Minnie...”

Jimin is a little widened, but hugs back "O-oh hi baby, you missed me?" He is grinning hands wrapping around his waist and immediately playing with the pudginess of Jungkook’s hips, touching his fat; yes, yes, yes he needed this. Needed to feel wanted again.

Jungkook mewled, melting into Jimin’s arms. “Missed you... missed Minnie.”

The older giggles melodically as he squishes at the fat in his hands, earning more needy sounds from Jungkook, who’s thighs begin to shake with want already. “Good boy... let’s get you fed, mm? You’re starving.” It's not even a question. Jungkook nods enthusiastically — arms being tugged by Jimin to the kitchen.

"It-it smells so yummy, hyungie!" He can't help but talk excitedly, eyes widening and licking his lips already as Jimin sits him down

"You like it? It's all for you, bunny" He says leaning to kiss Jungkook's lips before standing up and going to grab the food, the younger vibrating with excitement. He blushes when Jimin places the food in front of him — Jungkook is slipping back into his submissive headspace... willingly, too.

“I love it, thank you, Minnie.”

"Oh, just wait until you try it" He grins, sliding a big bowl of pasta in Jungkook's direction. He has to stop himself from drooling, he is already losing control of himself. Jungkook doesn't wait before taking a big mouthful that over spills and moans immodestly right after.

He’s a messy eater now. There’s nothing clean about Jungkook when he shovels another bite down his throat, eyes rolling in sheer pleasure. “H-hyung… so good...”

"Yeah? Good enough to finish?" Jimin whispers in his ear, already sitting close with a hand that snakes to caress up and down Jungkook's belly, the touch only making him shiver. He is nodding obediently, cheeks too stuffed to speak.

"You always make the right portions" He repeats, voice coming out muffled from all the food.

Jimin smirks, this saying perfectly installed in Jungkook's mind. “You’re right. Eat up, piggy.”

And he does, feels so relieving to just let go of every thought just to eat, to feel the pleasure of Jimin's small hand playing with the fat collecting at his navel, or his belly, even fingers circling softly down his nipple. "You look so good like this, stuffing yourself so well for me. Such a pretty hog." And it's like he knew what Jungkook needed to hear, compliments, needed to know he looked good, at least in one of Jimin's eyes. “Too thin before...” Jimin kissed his neck as Jungkook continued eating — he groped his gut — shifting any food into fat. Jungkook could feel himself grow; that was the only thing he could focus on.

"H-hyungie will make me -make me b-bigger." He stutters out breath already heavy from the effort of eating so much so quickly, almost done.

“Of course, baby.” Jimin smirked. “There’s plenty of food to gorge on.”

It felt so good to just let go, he nodded in agreement eyeing the table, and with newfound determination getting to eat. He doesn't care how much there is, he'll eat as much as Jimin will serve him.

The older giggled, kissing his cheek and bringing his plates closer. “Then eat up, hog.” There's degradation in his tone, Jungkook feels it in the way his cheeks heat up in arousing shame. But it's not coming from a place of disgust, Jimin....no, this Jimin wants to see him gorge and become a pathetic fat pig.

How could he not comply?

He leans down on the table, already feeling the way his belly scrunches up more than before. Burying his face into the plate. Jimin laughs, groping his gut and forming fat onto the poor boy. “So fat... You’re going to be so fat thanks to me.”

"H--how fat?" He manages to ask between bites turning to see Jimin, he feels his own legs begin to part, having to make room for his... belly growing on his lap. Coaxing a mewl out of him

"As fat as I please." Jimin chuckled as Jungkook moaned in response, grabbing food with his hand and shoving it in messily.

“So… Good…” Jungkook grunted between bites — cheeks puffing out as he shoveled more and more into his overfilled mouth.

"Addicting isn't it? " Jimin murmurs into his ear, more and more fat over spilling from his fingers. "I could keep you here eating all day if I wanted to, and you wouldn't argue."

“P-please…” Jungkook moans. “N-need it...” He swallows his food as Jimin grips his love handles. This Jimin’s hands are like magic — pressure being released, fat being added by the second. Settling not only in his stomach but his thighs as well, thickening them, making them spread, he could feel his ass begin to outgrow the chair just the slightest bit; doughy and fatty.

“Oh baby…” Jimin whispers, “I think I might... you’re so convincing.”

"Y--y-you will? " Jungkook stares up with wide eyes.

"Yes... one of these days I'll snatch you away. And your lard dumb brain will be too stuffed to notice." His voice is so sweet and his hands are making Jungkook melt, fat spreading across his back in stacks of rolls; making it arch from the chair. His torso expanding sideways, erasing the defined waist he once had; fat piling up on top of his hips.

Jungkook doesn’t understand in his haze, Jimin smirks down at him, picking up another item and feeding him. “Piggy… You gotta keep eating… I need to give you more, don’t I?”

That, he can understand. "YES" he practically sobs out, even after having eaten this much, he needs more. His breathing is cut off by Jimin's hand pushing into his mouth and he immediately opens up, lethargic and obedient. With every bite he takes, he feels his chest start to puff out, nipples becoming perky; softening pecs, sagging down by the fat wearing them down. His arms sat helplessly by his sides begin to grow too, rounding out, losing the definition he worked so hard to get. He can feel the lard from his shoulder all the way to his pinky finger.

He’s a good pig, he’ll eat like one. Jungkook allows himself to be stuffed full with anything Jimin gives him — refusing to not lick his plates clean. He’s desperate for any fat… carbs or sugar. He eats until the food is completely gone, face a mess, eyes teary just from good this feels, pleasantly full but feeling complete pinned to the chair

... And he knows what happened.

Jungkook is huffing for air still when he talks. "How...how do you do that?" He eyes Jimin dazedly, then himself.

"Oh bunny, I'm just trying to make your dreams come true."

Jungkook moaned, weakly attempting to massage his gut. “Wanna… m-more... Bigger…” He attempted — even though any more food, he was certain he would be uncomfortable

"You say you wanna be bigger, but I think you should have a look at yourself, Kookie" Jimin eyes his body shamelessly, admiring his handy work.

And Jungkook eyes follow down on himself, and already...he can feel the double chin folding at his neck

He lets out a pathetic moan, trying to squirm his fatty fingers in a weak attempt to feel more. He could feel the weight pressing down onto him… Pushing him against the chair and forcing him to attempt to spread his legs wider. Jungkook felt every movement jiggle his body…

Bliss, pure bliss.

"I've made you quite big already... or it just isn't enough for my greedy pig? " Jimin coos, his hands pressing to Jungkook's chest and roaming his torso freely, feeling him up. Jungkook's hands follow the older's trace, feeling every inch of his fattened body, gasping softly.

It isn't enough....but fuck is it good.

Jimin’s lips tug at the side. He hums, grabbing Jungkook's chest roughly and massaging the fat between his fingers. “I see… I see that look, piggy… Use your words, and I’ll do anything you ask.”

And Jungkook...feels a little dumb for a second. Brain not adjusting to the abrupt change of pace without having someone stuff food past his lips. "Want...want to see myself. But I…I don't think I can stand." He mumbles, it feels like his cheeks are keeping his lips in a constant pout.

"Aw, can't use those muscular thighs of yours?" Jimin giggles 'innocently' at his own teasing. Before slapping the inside Jungkook's thigh, feeling the jiggle of it; making the younger whimper. "You're missing something when you ask."

"P-please hyungie." Jungkook doesn't even need to think about it, already engraved in his head from all the times he's spend in a headspace like this. He is trained. "Wanna see how fat you made me"

So well-trained, that he allows Jimin's small hand to guide him anywhere he pleases. He fumbles, fat bouncing a little as the smaller man helps him up. Jimin's hands cup at his waist and they sink into him. Jungkook's knees feel trembly, not adjusted quite yet to the feeling of the added weight, so he leans on the older. Already gasping for air, but moaning anyways when he feels his soft body mold against Jimin hard one.

"Ouf, you're getting heavy, baby." Jimin huffs out and Jungkook squirms in his hold. "Come on, want to see what your fatass looks walking up the stairs."

“U-up?” Jungkook whines, one hand lazily beginning to stroke his gut. He lets out little huffs, walking... waddling as much as his weight would allow him to. He can feel Jimin's hands settle securely on his hips, squeezing.

"Yes, up." He speaks against Jungkook's ear. "The mirror by our room? That's the only one big enough to cover you entirely now." His hands help as an impulse for Jungkook to hesitantly guide him towards the stairs. The younger swallows reluctant.

He nodded, a fat foot finally touching the steps.

Jimin's hands leave his body, Jungkook grips the handle with one hand and the other one settles on the wall. Huffing as he works the effort to take just another step. It has him gasping for air. And he can feel Jimin's smirk and gaze on him.

He feels pathetic, he loves it.

He can feel himself wobble forward, panting as he feels the fat on his hips brush the door... surely he’s not that fat yet. Jungkook ignores the sheer joy it gives him — gasping as the mirror is in sight… The angle is wrong but... a few more steps. Slowly, he walks towards it, feeling more of himself come into frame. Standing in front of the mirror widened.

He wasn't chubby anymore... the oversized clothes he brought clung to his every roll, outlining the bumps on his fat legs, or the stack of rolls covering his sides, big nipples see through on the poor seams of his shirt. His gut peaking out from underneath the shirt, and when Jungkook reached to touch it, he got a glimpse of his chubbed out hand.

He blushed deeper, groping his overhang. “S-so."

Jimin's lips tugged again, leaning close and smirking. “So? Is it everything you’ve dreamed of?”

Jungkook nods quickly. "Even better." Jimin's hand reassures at the youngers wrists, squeezing gently. And even that part of his body has some give to it.

"You just focus on touching yourself, I'll take care of the rest, hm?" His hands leave Jungkook and settle for the tight waist band of his sweats Jungkook nods, feeling his cheeks wobble as he does so. He blushes, moving his fat hands up to his chest and groping through the shirt. He moaned as he felt them sink into his plush chest.

Jimin's small hands made light work, dancing across Jungkook's body and removing any uncomfortable clothing. And as he did, Jungkook got to see more of himself, fat thighs pressing together with lumps that look like rolls that started to form at his thighs. Underwear looking tight, well... what Jungkook can see over the overhang that's beginning to cover some of his crotch. He wonders if...

His hands grope his chests one more time before sliding down his ample stomach. Chubby fingers squeezing past the waist band of his underwear. And he feels it...the fat pad sitting over his dick; making it smaller.

Jimin uses his chance to start slipping the shirt off him. "Arms up baby." But Jungkook is too dazed, hand groping again and again making his eyes flutter in pleasure.

Jimin chuckles at him. “Poor pig. Too stupid for anything useful… Why don’t we relieve some stress, hey? You could use some… release…” Jimin chuckled, watching Jungkook attempt to reach down and touch himself — whining like a little bitch in the process.

The younger nods again, whining pathetic. He can't do anything by himself anymore, he can't. He is too fat. "P-please- please!"

"Then I need you to start being a good pet and cooperate with me, hm? If not, hyung can't touch you anywhere." And oh, oh he can't have that.

Jungkook huffs at the effort that is lifting both of his arms for Jimin to peel the shirt off his oversized baby. He blushes, Jimin smirking down at his fat baby, kissing his cheek. “Aren’t you a good boy… We can have fun now.” Jungkook's knees tremble and Jimin hasn't even started touching him.

He could blame it on the weight but that only makes him more aroused. The younger leans his weight on Jimin, who's hands secure by his fatty waist, hands digging into the roll. "Open your eyes." Jungkook hadn't even noticed they were closed, but when he does, he sees his reflection staring back at him, Jimin's face meeting his eyes with his chin hooked over Jungkook's pudgy shoulder. "Look what the gorging did to you bunny..." His tone is judgmental, much like his boyfriend had done in the shower.

But Jungkook feeling his blood going south. He moans loudly, lips patting as Jimin mocks him. “So big… And your fatass still wants more.” And he nods, mindlessly. He does! "I think you need a little reality check, pig." Jimin's glare on the mirror turns sharp, small hand leaving his waist to grope at his belly, jiggling it harshly. "Isn't this enough for you, Jungkook?" He snarls.

Jungkook gasps, shaking his head quickly. He needs more, feel himself get so big... so much bigger. He panted — wide legs spreading to get some form of contact… friction, anything.

Jimin scoffs, leg slotting between Jungkook's fatty thighs, barely pressing against his balls. Making the younger whine desperate, his arms too fat to do something, pathetically reaching out for Jimin, clinging to his shirt. "You've turned into a useless hog, you know that, right? If I didn't take pity on you, I could have just leave you like this; needy and edged."

"Th-Then do something!"

"Oh?"

Jungkook watched, wide eyes. Jimin smirked more, leaning close. “Did you just tell me what to do?” The younger swallows thickly, fear tying a knot in his stomach.

"I--I- i just-"

"I- I — I" Jimin immitates, the tremble in his voice mocking. "Dumb hog doesn't even know how to ask for what he wants; but you don't even know what you want either." Jungkook could see as Jimin's hands moving their way up his body, groping rougher. "Go on, will me just fucking you, get you off?"

Jungkook shook his head, no, of course not… It wasn't enough anymore…

"Then tell me what you need." Jimin says innocently, voice sweet into his ear. And Jungkook... he will!! He opens his mouth to reply.

"I--i want-" Just as he starts, Jimin presses his knee further against Jungkook's sack. Making his words blur out into a sob. Leaning even more of his weight against the smaller man. He knows the real Jimin wouldn't be able to hold him up like this so easily, but this one is special.

"Oh come on, bunny, don't be shy..." Jimin pouts in fake innocence.

"I-I need… To be ..." Jungkook whimpered "fatter..." He let out, finally.

"Tsk... is that all your lard brain can think about?" Jimin says amused. "You think it's easy to just fatten you up without food?" And Jungkook... well, he's never even stopped to consider how Jimin's magic actually works. He just wants it...all of it.

"Of course you didn't. I need to put a lot of energy into you for you to work, you'll have to take as much as I give you, understand me hog?" Jimin explains, crotch grinding against Jungkook making whimper. This logic feels all too convenient, if he were lucid maybe he'd think Jimin is making it up, and maybe he is. But right now he just nods along like the brainless pig that he's become.

He smirks, kissing his cheek and grabbing his fat so roughly, that Jungkook grunts in pain. He likes it though. Jimin moves his knee around, pressing any delicate area he can. The younger pathetically tries to rut against it, moaning out sobs already, head tilted back, trying to grind back against the bounces of Jimin's knee.

"You'll take everything I give you, right Kookie?" He speaks seductively against the fatty skin of his neck. "Anything to get bigger, right?" Jungkook nods so fast that he goes red in the face. Jimin just chuckles at the pathetic pig boy. "You’re so desperate... that I think you don’t need preparation."

"Dont---dont need to! J-jimin fucked me just last night." He breathes out.

And suddenly Jimin's movements stop, eyes turning cold. "Well, I'll make it, so you gain weight with every thrust." He says through a clenched jaw as if competing with Jungkook's boyfriend. But he can't tell... they're so similar that his daze doesn't allow him to differentiate them. He moans a little, feeling the other Jimin strip his pants behind him, eyes locked on the other's doe eyes.

"Gonna fuck you until you can't waddle your fat ass back to your sweet boyfriend" His smile is bitter. "And I want you to watch while I do it." He presses back against Jungkook, naked this time. Slowly sliding in, and he has a hard time following the orders given to him. It feels euphoric.

Jimin smirks at him, staring into his eyes through the mirror. “How fat should I make you each thrust? I’ll give you a little bit of choice here.” His eyes shine — evil intent… malice, something glowing behind his dark stare.

And finally Jungkook has some form of choice /finally/, the younger has become greedy, and now he can demand for what he wants. But...but Jimin's hands are distracting the closed gaze Jungkook has on the man behind him, looking down feeling and seeing as they grope at the fat of his overhang makes his knees tremble all over again. "I---I... I want-" He starts off, tho his words become shaky as the kneading at his stomach becomes stronger.

"Come on baby, tell me." Sickly sweet voice, he knows exactly what he is doing.

Jungkook feels like he could cry from desperation, knees buckling Jimin's hand on his belly the only thing keeping the younger leaning against his chest. "A-as much as you--you want me to g-gain." He stutters out and Jimin giggles.

"You just can't choose for yourself, can you, hog?” Jungkook nodded, refusing to speak and instead, letting drool dribble out the corner of his mouth, from the sheer amount of pleasure he felt. Jimin's eyes glare at Jungkook through the mirror, watching even the slightest movements shake him. “I guess it’ll be a surprise then.”

Jimin's hips snap out to push back into Jungkook. Knocking the air completely out of his lungs, eyes widen like plates. And just like that... Jungkook sees his reflection on the mirror, morph. Belly widening the slightest bit sideways, roll at his waist just becoming the slightest bit plumper, cheeks rounded out even with his jaw open.

He only gets one second to admire it though, because Jimin picks up his pace brutally, making Jungkook's entire body jiggle, he can feel it becoming bigger, flabbier, but with the strength of the thrusts he can barely register what's happening to his body.

It’s overwhelming. He stares at his reflection, letting out pathetic moans and pounds are added with each thrust. Full kilograms filling his face, flooding his body. Jungkook moans loudly, pathetic and needy noises. The older was staring at the mirror. There was no strain, sweat... a lurking hint of possesiveness.

Jungkook feels himself desperate as he bounces back on Jimin's cock. The slap of their bodies coaxing out little whimpers out of the younger. His eyes are widened and vulnerable, meeting Jimin's on the mirror as he starts to leave sloppy kisses up to Jungkook's ear. "You think your boyfriend would mind when I return you all fattened up like this?" Small hands groping his gut making it wobble; and with Jimin's hand holding it, it's so much more obvious the weight that's being added on to it.

His dick throbs bouncing pathetically, between his legs, hitting his /belly/. Jungkook can't bring himself to think about how he's left things between his boyfriend, the conversation they had. "He--He'll probably make me work o-out." It comes out more like a wail, clinging to Jimin's wrists as to keep the older's hands on his belly.

"I hope he does. And I get to fatten you all over again."

Jungkook moans loudly, all his senses on over drive. “Just… wa-wa…” A moan. “Keep growing…” He manages, Jimin's lean body pushing deeper and just as brutally. Jungkook’s legs spread more, attempting to allow more access as he gets fatter… Thighs growing and bloating fast.

"You think your boyfriend will let you grow like I do? I'm the only one that can give you what you want, Jungkook." He breathes against the younger's ear, squeezing at his gut, making Jungkook sob out. "Eyes open, pig." He instructs coldly, and when he opens it, he sees Jimin's hands groping at his hips, using them to bring Jungkook down on his length. While he does, filling them with over spilling fat, that pokes out between Jimin's fingers.

Jungkook stares up at Jimin, letting his eyes dance over the reflection. He knows it’s not Jimin but... He can’t help- “You-you’re my boyfriend.” He pants out, moaning a little as Jimin gets abruptly rougher.

At that, the older smiles, snarling almost as he handles Jungkook like a rag doll. "I'm better." The younger nods obediently, mindless at everything he says. "I don't want your lard pig brain to confuse me with him, not when I'm making all your dreams come true" He continues to snap, Jungkook feels like he's gained so much that his legs will give out. "You're going to be so fat because of me." He growls and Jungkook feels himself wail.

"C--Close! Close I- I'm-" Jimin smirks cruelly, thrusting and groping rougher and rougher.

“Go on pig.” He seethed out, joy running through him at the squeaks the pig was releasing. And its like Jimin can control himself just to make Jungkook feel more pleasure. Milking the younger's orgasm with deep grinds, pressing their bodies even closer as the pig trembles, struggling to stand.

Jimin's hands squeeze tighter at his hips, thrusts becoming more erratic and less meticulous as he groans into the younger's neck. Releasing just as Jungkook's climax was reaching its end. Stuffing him just the way eh had been craving. Jungkook's mewls fill the room, followed by deep, full breaths. He could feel his fat body shaking as he almost fell forward. Exhaust washed over him. He let out another mewl as Jimin pulled out and smirked at his handy work.

“What a good, fat, hog.”

He barely knows how to stand now that Jimin's body isn't directly pressed against his; even with his hands still massaging at his hips. Jungkook takes a moment to admire himself in the mirror, seeing as his stomach nearly doubled in size, pooling over in an overhang; looking down at himself... he can't see his toes anymore. It doesn't matter though, he can see them through the mirror, fattened calves and pudgy doughy thighs that pressed together; dick barely peeking through. Biting his lip, he scans his eyes up his body; sagged pecs, staccked on top of side rolls, both of them connecting to his back. Hands tentatively move to caress his torso and Jungkook catches a glimpse of the jiggle in his arms, fat collecting at the juncture of his elbow.

Jungkook feels cum begin to dribble down the back of his thigh, and when he tries to reach to clean it with his finger, he barely can. He let’s out a breath, panting a little and holding onto Jimin for support. He’s not used to the weight yet. Jungkook looks at his hands, seeing how his knuckles dimple, hands struggling to fold with how much fat is in them.

"You should sit down, bunny." His tone is sweet even if his eyes are sharp. Jungkook is still breathing too heavy to speak, nodding wordlessly as he lets Jimin guide him towards the bed. His steps coming out in heavy, ungraceful stomps, as he waddles to the bed. The other tries to get Jungkook to fall gently on the bed, but too stuffed to care, Jungkook plops down. And gets a whine from the old wooden bed as a response.

He feels a shameful pulse in the back of his head, blushing up at Jimin — even though he’s already so red. Jungkook pushes himself back, rubbing his gut with glee and unadulterated greed.

“Do you like this?” Jimin’s eyes don’t change, a glint behind them. Jungkook still feels a little out of breath, feeling exhilarating; which is weird considering how pinned down he feels now that he laid down.

But he manages to look up at Jimin with a smile, so bright. "I love it, I look so good." His voice comes out soft, hands rubbing at his stomach as he admires his body. Jimin’s mouth turns upwards, smiling sickly sweet down at the boy and reaching his hands out to cup Jungkook's round face.

“You look so much better than you did before.”His hands feel small on Jungkook's face, thumbs caressing lovingly at the apples of his cheeks. "So glad you finally got your dreams come true." Voice gentle, eyes never losing the hunger behind them.

Jungkook is oblivious, too blissed under the loving touch. "It's thanks to you." If he could purr, he would. He melts into Jimin's hand, fat face filling them easily. Jimin is still staring. He leans close, kissing Jungkook gently and what feels lovingly. Jungkook relaxes, bliss and joy just radiate through him.

Its so calm, it urges Jungkook to look at the watch on Jimin's nightstand. The older obviously notices. "You still got time, right?"

6:47pm, just a couple more hours until Jimin comes back from his busy day. He nods, far to relaxed to force himself to use his voice. But Jimin luckily fills in the blanks. "You want some cuddles, baby?" He doesn’t need to answer — Jimin is already climbing next to him and snuggling into his fattened side. “You’re a better pillow now.” Jimin soothed, rubbing his gut lovingly. Jungkook can't explain how perfect he feels right now, with Jimin in his arms, resting his head against the fat of

The boy loves eating too... they make healthy and vegan food! So, he can eat plenty without feeling guilty. It's tasty!...or... It tries to be tasty. Plus, Jimin doesn’t have that type of appetite; the younger was the big eater.

Jungkook was assigned (by his doting boyfriend) to clean the living room — a dusty area, sectioned away from the rest of the duplex. They’d been cleaning all day, moving boxes, dusting and vacuuming. Jungkook was currently sitting after vacuuming the area and shifting all the boxes to the other side of the room. He yawned, stomach protesting, demanding to be fed as he sat against a wall. But knowing fully well it was pointless to even hope for anything.

A small scuttering noise caught his attention just catching Jungkook’s half closed eyes.

He was wide awake now.

Jungkook got up, moving on his hands and knees to where the noise and both appeared and disappeared. A small door. About one third of Jungkook's height — but wide enough to sit comfortably in.

Curiosity got the best of him.

He opens it and widens at the mysterious glowing tunnel leading inside. What boyfriend would he be if he didn't check for anything dangerous on the other side of it? Hestiantly, he crawls inside.

How… Is this hole so deep?

As he goes through, his stomach rumbles, and Jungkook makes a mental note to get back quickly, so he can start getting lunch ready.

They… Well, Jimin, wanted to try some...kale chip recipe...

He is very excited about it. But, Jungkook... not so much.

He’s crawling and gets to another door! Is it the next house...? He’s so curious; eyes wide as he steps further in

Jungkook knew this place was a duplex, of course the house would be similar to theirs but... this one looks... exactly like theirs? The furniture is the same... there's moving boxes just like in their place.

So he looks around, curious of the surroundings. It’s silent, mostly… It sounds like someone’s humming from downstairs.

It's a familiar voice too.

Jimin?

Did he go to greet the neighbors without him? He has to go down and check.

He walks downstairs quietly — listening to Jimin softly humming a tune… Jungkook can smell it for the first time as he goes down.

Why would Jimin be cooking in the neighbors house?

It doesn’t even smell healthy. In his mind he confusedly remembers those kale chips, did Jimin start without him? In the other duplex...?

No, no this does not smell like what they typically have....at all.

His stomach grumbles at the smell alone — loudly demanding to be fed.

He steps into the kitchen, a soft, but confused smile as he watches Jimin’s hands glide across the stove top, preparing something he can’t quite see. “Jimin?” His boyfriend stopped, still turned away from Jungkook.

“I got started with lunch without you. I hope you don't mind” His voice is so sweet, and the smell lures Jungkook closer. “You were just working so hard… Cleaning and all.”

Jungkook nods, agreeing and forgetting he just travelled through a long, winding and glowing tunnel… All he can think about is that smell.

Jimin gave him a sweet, closed eye smile and placed food on the table. “Baby, you must be starved.”

Honestly, Jungkook was starved most of the day, no matter how much he ate of their healthy meals it was never enough to make him satisfied. And he expects today to be exactly the same... Until a big platter of ribs is settled in front of him, casually even. Jungkook feels his eyes ready to pop out at the sight, at the smell.

He feels so confusedm, but Jimin is smiling lovingly at him. How did he miss this?? When was Jimin ever able to cook like this?

“What are you waiting for? I know it's your favorite” Jimin's voice is low, alluring. Jungkook went vegan the second he started seriously dating Jimin as a way to support him... He can't think of any way his boyfriend would know this was his favorite dish.

It was a dream, surely.

And if it was... Jungkook could eat as much as he wanted.

With a shaky hand... Jungkook picked up one of the ribs, bringing it to his lips. The feeling between his fingers so greasy... How could this be a dream?

He takes a big bite, and moans loudly; although unintentionally. He feels the fat melt between his tongue and the roof of his mouth, teeth sunk easily into the tender meat. It would ahve been imposible to try and be quiet.

Jimin claps in response — a mild break from the daze of relish.” I’m so glad you like it! There’s plenty more where those come from.”

The older takes a seat, his plate empty... and even through the haze of the food, Jungkook notices. “Are you not having any?” His voice is muffled with food, even though he swallowed the first bite his hands are keeping the rib close to his face and automatically bringing another one once he cleaned that one out. As if they had a mind of their own with the sole purpose of feeding Jungkook.

Jimin's smile doesn't falter, “You know I don't eat any of that. But you don't have to force it, not in here, not with me.”

Jungkook nods quickly. This was definitely a dream, Jimin would be so mad in real life if he ate like this. He can’t bring himself to care as much as he should. So, he eats, finishing one rib after another, licking his fingers clean.

He doesn't want to wake up from this. Sure, Jungkook’s had his... fantasies before. But none of them this real. He moans and tries his hardest to stay lucid and focusing on every detail. The barbecue sauce on his lips, the grease, the ribs, fat soaking into his hands, the flavor, the feeling of Jimin's dark gaze on him.

Jungkook didn't realize he was done until his hands reached for the plate and nothing was there, but even then, they scraped up the juice from the meat, and he licked at his fingers desperately.

Jimin chuckles. “We should get you cleaned up.” He gets up, grabbing a damp cloth and wiping Jungkook's face, hands… and chest clean… How did it even get there?

“You ate so well for me Jungkookie” He purrs and… fuck he feels the weight of the meal pushing him down, making him sleepier.

The younger grunts and rubs his eyes. “Is it time to wake up then?” He chuckles, yawning.

Jungkook blinks, he’s back on the other side of the door he crawled through… He feels heavy

“There you are” a familiar voice makes him jolt awake; though, his stomach soon makes him regret it. He’s leaning against the wall, Jimin standing in the doorway. “I made the kale chips without you 'cause you wouldn't answer your phone.” There's a little pout in his lips and Jungkook smiles, a little sadly.

That dream had been so real.

“I’m sorry baby, I didn't realize how tired I was.”

Jimin's pout becomes a soft smile. “You must be starving then, the kale chips are yummy. Come, let’s eat.”

Right, he was hungry when he started cleaning... But now... he wasn’t hungry at all. Not one bit.

In fact when he stands up to walk to his boyfriend, pecking his lips he feels every step is an active struggle in his distended stomach.

Wait. He’s bloated??

“Come on, they'll get soggy if we wait!” Jimin doesn’t notice, he’s pulling his boyfriend's hand. Jungkook stops himself from groaning, following his boyfriend quickly to the kitchen.

They smell disgusting. Nothing like the ribs in his... dream.

Jimin is grinning like those god awful chips will be the highlight of his week (Jungkook just knows he'll brag about them in his next yoga class). But right now, he has to concentrate to not make a disgusted face. Usually, he swallows down most of Jimin’s food easily, but the taste of the ribs, the sauce and grease is still so vivid and palpable on his tongue.

It had to be a dream. He smiles back, forcing a few down. They don’t make his gut any heavier, they’re far too light for that; but they leave a taste that he dislikes in his mouth.

Jimin is humming, talking about his new vegan foods he’s thinking of trying. Jungkook makes himself nod. What is wrong with him!? He should be listening! He loves indulging in Jimin's interests, he is so dispersed he can’t even pick up what he is nodding at. The feeling of his full stomach is far too distracting.

He hasn't looked, he hasn’t touched, is the bloat really even there?

It can’t be.

They finish the… 'meal' and Jungkook excuses himself to the bathroom, locking the door. He lifts his baggy shirt.

Immediately covering his mouth to stop himself from gasping. His sculpted body had a small, bloated, packed gut bulging from it.

So he is bloated... It wasn’t a dream.

His hand is trembling as it reaches slowly, terrified and gropes at the hard flesh, making his entire body shiver and gasping again just from how orgasmic that felt. He’s embarrassed, shameful even, but he keeps grabbing it. Jungkook feels his knees buckle, the sensation too pleasurable.

He has to grip into the sink with his other arm just to keep himself from falling.

He… He loves it.

The boy quiets himself, pulling his hand away with all the self-control he has. Would the door still work? He should go again when Jimin is at Yoga. Yes. Perfect...