"PAIN IS MY LOVE LANGUAGE. LET ME DEVOUR YOU."

The sound of a paper bag being put on top of the desk was followed by a very wide frame with a low hanging belly greeting Lavandra's view as Zayne sat down in the way too small office chair. A chair obviously made for an average person sitting in it. It creaked dangerously when the man let himself rest as he exhaled exhaustedly in it. His wide sides spreading over and around the too tight arm rests. Just having to look at it made Lavandra feel uncomfortable.

Her thoughts were literally pushed to the back of her head when Zayne pushed himself forward to properly sit at the desk and basically englufed Lavandra's face in his belly until her head hit the back of the desk's front cover. She let out a muffled groan from the pain spreading at the back of her head.

Zayne's belly startled and he began to push back and look what just happened. However before he could do so, the door to his office opened once more and another person entered with a rather irritated voice.

"Dr. Li, What are you doing here? Our meeting is about to start."

Zayne played it cool, by now he must know that it was Lavandra under his desk alone from the little squeak of pain she'd let out after being face slapped with his belly hang. "Dr. Senti wanted some documents. I'll need a few minutes. I'll join you right after this is done."

Lavandra couldn't see anything but Zayne's belly pressing against her face and feel the warmth of the man's belly spreading around her cheeks. With almost non-existing self-control her hands reached upwards to heft Zayne's belly up a little. Feeling its girth and heaviness around her hands. Gods, this man would be the death of her.

His belly felt so god damn heavy it made her press her legs closer together and repress a groan.

The scene over the desk showed a very flustered Zayne forcing down his emotions as his cheeks slightly turned a darker shade of red. His eyes widened slightly at the sudden fondling, his belly was receiving, beneath the desk, hiding an even bigger secret. Dr. Won really needed to leave his current office.

"Fine," Dr. Won replied and crossed his arms as he strolled closer to the desk which caused Zayne to lean further forward and open the folder in front of him to hide Lavandra better. "-I'll wait for you here."

"By all means." Zayne said in a cold, bored tone and flipped through the papers. Oh, this was a hassle. He couldn't focus on the task he had fabricated while getting groped and fondled and was starting to sweat from how hard his thickening member was pushing against his fat pad beneath his sweat soaked briefs.

The only reason he'd come in here was to give Lavandra some more extra time in accessing the needed data to proof this facilities illegal protocore manifacturing. Now both of them were compromised if Dr. Won took another step around the desk or got too suspicious.

And Lavandra not being able to control herself really wasn't helping beneath that damn desk. Zayne opened up his tie a little as more heat rushed into his plush cheeks. His breathing slowly growing heavier as he kept adjusting his glasses and pretended to read through the spreadsheet.

"Standing there and observing me won't speed up the process Dr. Won, I highly recommend to go ahead and-" Zayne jumped a little in his chair, his right hand gripping the pen a little too hard as he tried to compose himself.

She'd not truly just lifted his belly high enough and massaged the little bit of his dick that was still poking out from his fat pad while Dr. Won was still in here with them. Oh she really had it coming later.

"Are you... alright Dr. Li?" Dr. Won's brows furrowed in confusion. Eyeing the doctor a little suspicously.

"Yes, yes. I'm just, my stomach's a bit upset from lunch." Zayne lied.

Lavandra couldn't help the grin spreading across her wicked face as she held up Zayne's belly even higher, pushing it against the top of the underside of his desk and opened his fly silently to truly get to the good part.

She fucking is not. Zayne thought to himself and pressed his moalers together to supress a groan.

"You seemed fine making your way over here." Dr. Won grumbled to himself and stepped a little closer to get a better look which made Zayne push himself further against the desk, involuntarily tormenting himself further.

Wrong move. It caused his, now apparently freed tip of his dick, to slide right into Lavandra's waiting deviant of a mouth.

"Hah-!" Zayne's hands went up to crush them over his mouth. having to think fast, he leaned onto his ellbows and hid his entire face in his hands to groan in pain.

"Are you sure you are alright?" Dr. Won asked, taking a step back and feeling a little awkward.

Zayne couldn't speak. His face was as red as the ripest tomato as he muffled his groans and bit the inside of his palm. When Lavandra began to play with his crown to tease, the man unintentionally thrusted forward a little.

"Yeah. I'm- I'm fine." He huffed as more sweat accumulated on his red face. "Like I said earlier, I just got an upset stomach."

"Well, I mean." Dr. Won let out a weird laugh that just didn't fit the vibe and scratched the back of his neck. "With the amount you ate as if you were at an all you can eat buffet and half of that being nothing but sweets I don't blame your stomach to be upset about it."

Lavandra couldn't help herself as a fresh wave of wetness soaked her panties hearing Zayne get humiliated like that. She also knew that the doctor loved public humiliation. The thickening of his cock and the eager twitch was proof enough.

"Probably. I just couldn't help myself with how delicious the cafeteria's food looked."

"Obviously." Zayne could see and feel the lingering stare of how Dr. Won looked him up and down. The longer he did, the more disgusted he looked.

"Dr. Li. I got to ask. You are-"

"A heart surgeon, correct. Get to the point." Zayne replied sternly, although he couldn't stop his dick from twitching and slightly thrusting while Lavandra performed an edging spectable as if her life depended on it.

"My point being your current weight. If anyone in this line of work knows how damaging adipositas is to the most important organ in a human's body, it would be you." Dr. Won answered condescending.

Lavandra knew, if Zayne could right now, he'd moan and lift up his belly to give her better access. With the doctor being unable to do so, she couldn't help herself but work even harder.

"That is also correct." Zayne agreed as he wiped a bit of sweat off of his face.

"How can you be so disinterested in your own health?" Dr. Won sounded absolutely shocked with how little regard his fellow colleague showed about his own degrading health condition.

"Dr. Won. I don't believe questioning a guest at your facility about their private life is very professional nor does it offer any results into my generously offered knowledge about protocores, does it now?" Zayne's voice, despite the doctor being so worked up, delivered his lines ice cold with a tint of annoyance in it.

"Of course. I overstepped and apologize." Dr. Won finally stepped further back and turned around, heading to the door. "I shall take my leave then and let the other's know you'll be arriving shortly after me."

"Yes, do that." Zayne rubbed his temple to get the act going and waited until his office door clicked shut. Once the footsteps faded into nothingness he scooted backwards and glared at his own belly.

"Now then. What do you think you are doing down there, Snowdrop? I don't believe this will give you the desired evidence that the Hunter's Association requieres you to attain to file a case against this facilities illegal protocore manufacturing." Zayne was panting slightly and pushed his belly around in a way that made Lavandra's shit eating grin more visible.

"Oops." She glanced up at him, licking her lips that had drops of pre-cum marinating it.

"You are impossible, do you know that?" Zayne groaned and decided to rip his tie open to get some god dammed air into his lungs.

"The only thing that's impossible here is deep throating you with how little of your thick cock is still peeking out between your fat pad, Dr. Li." Lavandra teased, flicking a finger beneath his crown until her finger pushed deeper in between the sweaty, moist fat pad swallowing the rest of his rather large cock.

The man shuddered and tried to control his breathing. "And yet here you are."

"And yet here I am." She began to lick a fat stripe up his bare gut until her tongue disappeared in Zayne's double belly fold.

"Fuck!" Zayne hissed.

"I wish you'd still be able to even do that Dr. Li. However, I believe you stopped being a stud the moment you got out of breath just standing for a few minutes. Your cock's way too far gone to really rail be properly anyway." Lavandra smacked his belly for emphasis of 'the problem that was in the way.'

Zayne's belly wobbled aggressively, causing a wave that spread all the way around to his swollen side and behind his fattened and plush bubble butt.

All of the degrading talk was nothing but a sweet symphony to the former lean doctor as he groaned in pleasure. Lavandra knew how to dirty talk and get him going.

"I'm yours." He panted, desperately pulling up more of his heavy hanging belly that had ripped open a few buttons at some point while Lavandra had pleasured him for her own amusement.

"Good boy." She began to wrap her hand around his cock to awfully, punishing slowly beginning to stroke him once more.

"Now. Your colleagues can start the meeting without you I believe." She crawled a little further out beneath the desk and grabbed the paper bag to grab one of the short cakes hidden inside.

"You know, when you so rudely pushed my face against the front cover of the desk with your fat belly I could hear how hungry that thing still was. I think we should fix that, no?" She held up two of the short cakes she'd already unwrapped while teasing the man.

When Zayne didn't take it immidietly her eyebrows rose in a dangerous glare daring him to deny her.

"Well? I'm waiting."

"Y-Yes." Zayne knew better by now to use his hands, instead he leaned a little further down, letting Lavandra see his double chin doubling up making his face look even fatter than it already was, and took both short cakes into his mouth.

Lavandra shoved the rest in until Zayne sounded like he was choking a little. She patted his belly like you'd pat a dog for being a good boy and smiled with a gleam in her eyes.

"That's it. Such a good boy for me, eating from the hand that always feeds him. You're such a good piggy, are you not, Zayne?"

Hearing her say his name in combination of degrading him as her 'good pig' made the doctor groan in the back of his throat and he eagerly opened his mouth for another round of short cakes.

"More. I need more, please. I need you to stuff me so full that I'll struggle to get out of this chair later." Zayne barely finished his sentence when he felt a harder push of short cakes being pushed into his waiting mouth.

At this point his needy, sex-driven brain wouldn't even care if the mission failed by his colleagues getting in here to check why he was taking so long. He'd probably even come right then and there being watched and seen like the fat, needy pig he'd turned into.

"Such a greedy hog today." Lavandra couldn't help but squirm as one of her hands kept playing with Zayne's swallowed up dick while she kept feeding him.

...

"The- the -hah- drawer to- to your left..." Zayne huffed in between more bites of short cakes.

"What's with it? Speak properly."

"There's some- some eclairs- c-candy and cookies hidden -ngh inside f-for you to feed me." Zayne could barely get his voice to function in between getting force fed and being edged for at least half an hour now.

Lavandra didn't wait and opened the drawer to access the goods. Of course her insiatable hog had more sweets hidden inside his own guest-office to constantly snack on. This sweet tooth of his would be his down fall. Well, if you ignored Lavandra's hand in abusing Zayne's lack of control when it came to desserts and all that.

"Gods, Dr. Li. What's all of this? You really need to watch your waistline before it no longer is able to squeeze through door frames. Snacking all the time is going to make you gain weight, you know that right?" She teased, knowing full well most of his swelling body had been caused my none other but herself.

Zayne was hers to ruin and mold into the perfect fattened hog. "But you just can't help yourself, can you? No matter how often you try to control yourself, you can't stop anymore, can you?"

"Y-Yes. Please- I- I need-" Zayne gasp when Lavandra fisted his dick a little too hard causing him sweet, tormented pleasure.

"You do not need, you will take what I give, hog." She shoved three cookies at once into his mouth.

"And right now? I think you need to finish all of your stash of snacks before I even consider thinking about giving you a reward and let you come."

Zayne's dick twitched. Oh she was cruel like that, alright. But he loved it so fucking much that restraining himself was getting very hard. He almost came just from her dirty talk just now.

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, Master."

"That's what I like to hear." Lavandra degradingly pat Zayne's upper, hardened belly and grinned. "Chop, chop, hog. Those cookies aren't going to eat themselves. You better hurry up before your colleagues come back to check on you."

Zayne moaned and accepted more cookies, chewing eagerly.

This day would ruin him completely in the best ways he could hope.

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/RLH: Sooo I normaly don't write thaaat much. You see, I'm more of a rp girlie, but sometimes I kinda get carried away and when the rare motivation hits me I just try to get it out of my system. Any Zayne mains enjoy your feast. Don't expect more, I kinda suck at making content lmao.

Namjoon frequents the bakery a few blocks away from his work. Usually stopping by before his shift for a little sweet treat he’ll stash in his office until he needs a pick-me up. Or sometimes stopping by after his shift is done to bring something home after a long day. 

Hell, sometimes he stops before and after! 

Yoongi, the owner, really spoils him. Often giving him some freebies or a discount. 

Not that it matters to Namjoon, Yoongi’s pastries, cookies and cakes are some of his favorites around Seoul. 

And… The fact the sweet baker is so handsome definitely lures Namjoon to keep coming back. 

Fall is right around the corner, the trees turning all shades of red, yellow, and burgundy. The colors frame the bakery beautifully. 

The chilly air makes Namjoon rush inside. Besides, any day now, they’ll start selling their fall products, which he can’t wait for!

He has to show up everyday to see if they’re out yet… Obviously. 

The scent of the palace already makes a smile grow on his face. A lot emptier than he is used to seeing the bakery, jazzy but tender piano solos play from the speakers while a few customers enjoy their drink, or snatch a bite of a muffin while reading a book. 

Its a lot later than he is used to coming, he had to stay in a little later at work. Still, the counter looks abundant with a colorful variety of thick and soft cookies, flaky stuffed pastries, and tall, decadent cake slices. 

“You’re in later than usual. I was wondering if you were gonna show up, or if you had gone into some sort of health kick.” Yoongi’s tone is friendly but teasing. Namjoon likes to think he allows himself to be playful with regulars like him. 

Though it would be even more rewarding if there weren’t regulars like him. 

His eyes scan Namjoon up and down as he walks in towards the register. “Pft! Never.” He chuckles, almost poetically feeling the way his overhang sits on the counter as he pulls out his wallet. 

“Can I have two lemon and pistachio cookies, and a slice of the basque cheesecake?” 

“Of course.” The baker can’t seem to hold his own smile. “You’re giving our summer items one last taste?” 

“I was wondering when you guys were gonna start your fall line.” Conversation is easy, but Namjoon can never let himself be fully at ease in front of Yoongi. 

The baker’s intense stare makes Namjoon feel so big. 

It's kind of addictive. 

“Oh? You’re excited to try them?” He smiles mischievous, as if knowing he is asking the most obvious question ever. 

Still, Namjoon plays along. “Desperately.” He takes back his card and lets his hand sink under his belly to stuff his wallet into his front pocket. 

Reaching behind him had become… Somewhat of an unnecessary struggle. 

“Well… I wouldn’t offer this to anyone else.” Yoongi’s words make Namjoon stop in his tracks. “But I’m actually working on them right now.” 

For the first time in all the years he’s chosen this establishment, Yoongi seems bashful as he continues. “Do you have time to wait until we’re closed?”  

Namjoon’s brain goes blank. “I–I do.” He feels his own cheeks heating up. 

“Then… Then you could act as my taste tester, hm?” 

“Taste…tester?” Namjoon tilts his head, Yongi seems to have become more flustered at the idea of having to explain himself. 

“Just… Just stay after closing. And you can try the fall items I’m working on.” His face is flushed pink, and it makes him look impossibly cuter. 

Namjoon can barely hold his smile. “Deal.” With one final nod, he begins to walk back to his usual spot. 

Far away from the restrictive booths, and onto a chair. One of the few without armrests. Namjon is willing to theorize that they keep them around for him. It might be egocentric to think of it, but also, he’s continuously the biggest person in the bakery every time he walks in. 

Though, he tends to get things to-go when he comes in this late, to enjoy at home.But if Yoongi himself is offering a private taste testing, Namjoon is staying right where he is. 

Knowing he will be tasting food later, he shouldn’t eat any of the things he bought…

But there's still 30 minutes until closing… And Namjoon was already hungry an hour before his shift ended…

What starts off as a bite from half of one of the cookies ends with both cookies and an entire tall slice of basque cheesecake. Only noticing how much he ate as the last spoonful of creamy cake slides past his lips. 

This is why he needs the chair without armrests…

He doesn’t get a chance to hide the crime scene, because Haeun, one of the baristas, starts stacking chairs on top of the tables, while Eunwoo sweeps the floor. 

And Yoongi is walking right towards him. 

“Hope you still have some room?” He asks with a playful tone. 

Namjoon would like the Earth to swallow him whole. 

“Lead the way.” He can only offer a shy smile. Setting both hands on the table before hauling himself up. Embarrassedly he scans for the reactions of the rest of the staff, who luckily pay them no mind. 

Of course they know Namjoon, but walking behind the counter with their boss has Namjoon burning at the cheeks. 

It's bizarre, to see the bakeshop he is so familiar with form this new angle, and venturing towards the kitchen door. 

Although nothing could have prepared Namjoon for the sight Yongi had prepared for him. 

“Oh my God…” Namjoon whispers, mouth agape. The counter holds a display of fall items from all shapes and sizes. Some he recognizes from the bakery’s permanent fall selection, and some he doesn’t. “Am I in heaven?” He chuckles. 

“I just wanted to spoil our most loyal customer.” Yoongi’s confidence seems to boost when surrounded by his beautiful creations. “Besides helping me out and maybe doing some free labor.” He jokes easily. 

“Oh please, I would gladly eat free pastries and give my opinion for every one of your items, seasonal or not.” Namjoon finds himself walking towards the feast, a tall but small stool next to the counter that he lets his ass sink into. 

“What should I start with?” He smiles at Yoongi, who got caught examining the stool’s capability to hold all of Namjoon’s mass. 

“O-Oh! Well I’m sure you recognize some of these. But I adjusted the recipe a bit… Let's start with those.” 

“I’m definitely the right person to do this, I pretty much remember the taste by heart.” Namjoon chuckles, belly pressing against the cold counter as he leans closer to pick up a slice of their staple pumpkin pie. 

The thought of everything he ate before this pops into his mind, as his hands bring the slice towards his lips. 

But that thought completely disappears  once his mouth opens around the thick slice. 

Yoongi doesn't answer, teeth nipping at the cuticle of his thumb and hyperfocused on Namjoon; a small frown crowning his brow. 

Probably just worried about the adjustments of his recipes, but Namjoon still feels squirmish under his hardened stare. 

Though the baker has nothing to worry about, since the new blend of spices makes the pie all the more rich and flavorful. He finds a moan making its way out of his mouth. 

“Good?” 

Namjoon stifles a laugh at the ridiculous question. “Not just good. This is amazing.” He mumbles with full cheeks. Barely waiting to swallow before he is taking another bite. 

“D-don’t eat too much, you gotta try everything else.” Yoongi’s voice sounds tight. Probably from Namjoon’s obscene display of gluttony. 

It feels criminal to leave unfinished, but he sets down the slice. “Right… What else?” 

Yoongi reaches out for the cacophony of plates and brings a fat cinnamon roll towards Namjoon’s chest. His eagerness makes his face burn, the baker doesn’t take a step back as Namjoon grabs the cinnamon roll and takes a big bite. 

His entire expression perks up, tasting the fluffy but sugary frosting, and completely slumps and relaxes when the warmth of the cinnamon reaches his tongue. 

Words die in his throat, busy on the pillowy thick dough. So he can only nod in approval, slow and lazy.

Once again, all of Nmajoon’s previous dishes make themselves known to him. 

“I’m guessing this recipe also improved?”  Yoongi’s voice and smile hold a teasing demeanour to them. Namjoon takes his time to swallow this time before answering. 

“I don’t think there’s anything you could bake that I wouldn't like.” His voice sounds thick with frosting and cinnamon butter. 

“I’m getting a very biased review.” The baker chuckles, crossing his arms but staying inside Namjoon’s personal bubble. His presence overwhelming. 

“That’s what you get for asking someone who likes food a little too much.” Namjoon smiles back. 

“Fair. But the customer who likes food too much is the one that spends the most money.” It feels like his voice lowers, and Namjoon feels completely exposed.

He does spend an embarrassing amount of money here. 

And he looks like it.

Even though Yoongi is so much smaller than him, and in so many ways, yet he still towers over Namjoon with his presence. Making him feel a little cramped into his stool. 

“Is that all I am? Just a way to make more money?” He asks, jokingly outraged. 

Yoongi doesn’t dignify that question with a response. Instead shoving a macadamia cookie towards Namjonon’s lips. 

“Just try it.” His voice comes out hushed, embarrassed by his own bold action. 

But if the hoarse sound of Yoongi’s voice wasn’t enough, the way his torso brushes Namjoon’s side from where he is sat is more than enough to make him drop his jaw at the cookie pushing his lips open. 

And as he chews, his taste buds explode with buttery, nutty cookie dough. He doesn’t make an effort to take the cookie out from Yoongi’s hand. Instead, his hands settle on top of his belly.

Everything he had eaten before really makes itself known, not only can Namjoon feel it inside. But the shelf of his belly protrudes with the familiar sensation of a bloat. 

He opens his eyes and catches the bakery’s eyes following Namjoon’s hands closely. They’re so close, he can see the way Yoongi’s cheeks brun pink after being caught staring. 

“G-good?” He asks to fill in the silence. 

A smile spreads his cheeks, his dimples show. “Could use some filling, or macadamia chunks in.” 

Yoongi nods absent mindedly. “Now you got critical, huh?" A smile teases at his lips. 

“If you wanna shut me up, you know how.” Namjoon says, in a sudden moment of bravery. 

Luckily, Yoongi seems to be feeling brave too. Shoving the caramelized apple pastry into Namjoon’s lips a little bit more forcefully than that first cookie. 

He welcomes it, though. Jaw relaxed and ready. Yong’s face is impossibly closer, their eyes lock. And maybe it's that which gives Namjoon the courage to moan while his lips are still stretched around the pastry. 

Or maybe it's the delicious flavor. 

Either way, it's worth it to get the closest view of the baker’s face get impossibly redder. 

“Please swallow before you give any tips this time.”  Yoongi teases, though his voice is still breathy and hoarse. 

The hand that isn’t holding the pastry up to Namjoon’s lips falls against his bloat, brushes against the customer’s own hand rubbing at his distended stomach. 

Ironically, he can’t help but chuckle at Yoongi’s comment before he gets a chance to swallow. 

“Don’t get bossy, I’m doing you a favor.” 

“Are you?” Yongi smile,becoming more confident the further they push the limit. “I’m just giving you free food.” 

“Food I was already paying for…” Namjoon smiles. 

“Well I wanted to get your attention, and I did.” Even if his tone remains teasing, it loses its bite with the blush that warmed the baker’s face. 

Namjoon is taken aback, letting only his heavy breathing fill the quiet room. 

Everything he’s eaten till now yelling at Namjoon for his attention. He is so stuffed. 

“My attention?”

Yoongi seems to shrink into himself. 

“You can just take the rest home…” He avoids answering, the same way he avoids Namjoon’s eyes. 

“Why would I do that?” A smile rounds his cheeks. “I wanna give you my opinion.” 

Yoongi perks up, a shy smile on his face. “You’re full though.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The door slammed shut.

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Damn, he was craving some take out.

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

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

-

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

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

Maybe he didn’t hear him?

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

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

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

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

How did this happen?

How did Jimin get so fat in only a week?

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

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

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

And finally, the missing puzzle piece.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But.

What if he didn’t fix it?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This was the turning point.

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Suddenly there was a cracking noise.

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

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

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

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

Jimin moaned as the funnel entered his lips again.

Straight serum proceeded to pour down his throat.

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

-

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

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

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

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

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

-

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

“And, start. You have one hour.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What the fuck?" He whispered in disbelief.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Is it an emergency, Mr. Kim?”

God these guys were infuriating.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Taehyung gulped and the reflection gulped with him.

How was he so huge?!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Taehyung was now completely nude at school. Fuck.

Why was this hot?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jimin has to stay strong. 

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

And Jimin gets it, he does. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But nothing seems to happen. 

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

Jimin’s biggest fear come to life. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

They turned out absolutely amazing. 

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

They’re even better than he imagined. 

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

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

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

This might be Jimin’s best batch yet. 

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

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

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

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

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

Jimin can only nod, feeling suddenly short of breath. 

He feels stuffed too. 

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

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

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

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

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

They just naturally gravitated towards the kitchen. 

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

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

Maybe it's both. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hot.

Wait, what?

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

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

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

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

Jimin feels pretty hungry too. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You are so full.” 

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

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

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

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

The witch’s facade crumbles into a wide smile. 

He is Taehyung’s.

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

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

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

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

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

And that bloat stretching his shirt and pressing against Jimin. 

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

His bloat ressists and argues against any form of movement. 

But Jimin is finding that he loves that feeling. 

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

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

The witch feels heavy. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“A-are you okay?” Jimin whispers. 

“Yeah… Y-you?” 

“Yeah…” 

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