#breadcheekstetefic

or any Tae x Christmas weight gain lol

hehehe, i'm always down for some magical weight gain LET'S GOOO !!

[vm¡n // Santafication]

"damn you and your dumb decisions, tæhyung," jm curses. he's been trying to button his shirt for the christmas dinner and, honestly, that seems like its not gonna happen right now.

"it wasn't my fault, j¡min," th answers for what seems to be the fourth time in the past hour.

jm thinks otherwise, as he walks out and into the living room were th is settled, sitting in the couch with a tin of jingerbread cookies, as jm covers his torso with the sweater he was about to wear. "oh, really? then explain this."

jm throws the sweater at th and it lands on his face. when he puts it aside, jm is right in front of him. or rather; his gut is.

"been eating good this holidays, my love..." th says with a wiggle of his eyebrows, to which jm smacks his shoulder softly. "okay, okay, alright. sorry. how i was supposed to know this would happen?"

"you are not supposed to know cause you are not supposed to mess with santa in the first place!" jm complains along his gurgling gut.

he takes a seat next to his partner and sighs, taking a cookie to his mouth.

"you shouldn't be eating then, you are going to make it worse." th jokes again, very fat himself to even reproach anything.

jm burps under his breath, too stubborn to complain further as he takes the tin from th's arms. "shut up, santa ."

yes, th messed up with santa. and no, he's not becoming him. but he is becoming just as fat from messing up with santa's weight. why? because he was having a bad day and thought it was some random dude messing with his decorations.

now, not only he's fat but his partner, jm, is dealing with the consequences just for being his lover.

jm is developing a jolly gut, with its set of pinchable love handles. so stubornly round that it gets in the way of buttoning his shirt and now even his favourite sweater won't fit for tonight. he already knows what his family is going to say about this new "beer gut" and how his ass is just too fat for his leather jeans (that he didn't even manage to pull up past his thighs).

and th, the cause of this all, lost any glimpse of his once just a bit chubby frame. now, his belly balloned so much that it takes most of his downward vision and half of his lap space. he takes double the space on the couch than jm is currently. he could be called a pear shape if his belly wasn't so round and bloated all the time.

"i outgrown another sweater, wanna wear it tonight?"

jm looks up at him, cleaning some crumbs off th's double chin as he nods. "what about the shirt?"

"it looks fine to me," th dares. "i wanna see you try to button it."

"i can't believe this makes you so horny."

"pleeeaaaaaseee," th says with puppy eyes.

jm rolls his eyes, sucking in before he tries to pull the sides of the shirt even closer. he success with the button under his pudgy chest, and the one under his underbelly, its the rest that don't want to collaborate. he sucks in once more, and buttons them all.

"see? it looks quite befitting to me," th says.

to which jm belches from all the air sucked and the buttons pop, hitting th's belly. th laughs, making his belly wobble.

"i bet your pants don't last a chance tonight either."

th clicks his tongue, and grabs and raises his belly with both hands to show his unbuttoned slacks. "oh, j¡minnie, i already popped them when you served me the third hot chocolate this morning."

when th lets go of his gut, his underbelly stays exposed. jm takes the chance to slither his chubby hand under the cloth, making th shiver. he's covered in stretch marks but it feels so soft and doughty.

hewwoooo !!! i don't even want to know how many months has been this request here i'm so sorry. hope you like this nothenless 🥲

[tægi // fat tæhyung]

yøongi loves photography. is a passion of his since he held his first pororo camera in his hands when he was barely four. he loves it so much he wanted to make it his career, but he's still young and has a lot to learn so he starts with little jobs.

he's been taking the yearbook portries for the arts university of seoul since last year, and even though is a bit embarrassing when everyone is so close his age, he waited eagerly for this years picture day to come.

the reason is a beautiful student named tæhyung, leader of the photography club himself, who caught yg's eyes with his charming features and his gentle manners.

yg doesn't live near the campus, so he never got the chance to see him other than that day last year when he walked in with his white shirt and his paint-stained brown slacks. said slacks who hugged his waist so sinfully for how toned his body seemed to be.

he offered his best profile, and with the sharpness of his jawline he smiled brightly to the camera and yg felt a tug in his heart.

this year, he got the courage to ask his number and waited patiently and professionally for every group to finish before th's made itself in.

yg tried to look discreetly, searching for th in the crowd without success. but his name is on the list, maybe he is sick today?

he sighs, taking the pictures with as much normality as possible when he hopelessly calls his name not even looking up, expecting no one to show up.

"here," someone says, and yg looks up at last.

yg freezes, as a young man waddles into the booth for his picture to be taken. "kim tæhyung?"

"yes," he answers, a bit out of breath if you ask yg.

he takes another look, and with the paint stained slacks he realizes he is indeed th... but fatter.

his once slim figure is now melted in layers and layers of lard. he's so fat now that his tucked in shirt leaves nothing to the imagination with so much honey skin showing through the gaps between the straining buttons. his belly is so rounded and distended that it cuts painfully where the slacks are hugging his waist. said slacks that look ready to pop and tear apart for how thick his legs are. his chest and arms not far enough as they are plump and pudgy.

but his face... oh, his godly features. his jawline faded in a thick layer of fat, making it into a double chin with barely neck. his cheeks are puffy and he looks younger than before, just if it wasn't for how tall he is.

yg adjust the camera to fit his big frame in, all while staring at th through it. at his laboured breathing and... did he just burp?

th rubs his upper belly, trying to hide more little burps but yg can see it all in hd with his camera. he has to fight the urge to record this.

but he wants to get paid, no matter how hot he feels all over from this view so he clears his throat.

"okay, at the count of three, tæhyung-ssi."

at that, th sucks it in, smiling and bunching his cheeks higher as his belly looks kind of flatter.

one, two... three.

the camera clicks and with it th puffs out the breath he was holding. his belly bloating so much that the button of his slacks give up, hitting the floor and making his belly round out over his lap heavily.

th curses under his breath as he burps once more. yg doesn't even realize he moved from his camera when he's taking the button from the floor. yg stares at him, handing the button to th when he realizes he's already staring with a deep blush and panting.

"here, tæhyung-ssi."

th takes it, rubbing his belly. "thank you, uhm..."

"yøongi."

th smiles, and attempts to stand up from the little chair. is not that his ass is trapped, no, it is too big to even fit in the chair in the first place. it's his stubborn belly, getting on the way for him to bend forward.

yg notices this and helps him by holding his hand, but just when he stands with a loud thud, the side of his slacks cracks open. "bye to the last pants i had," he whispers to himself.

"if you stay until the end of the shot i will sew them for you," yg is quick to say.

"really?" yg nods. "for what price?"

"for your number and a meal."

Said boyfriend who is currently laying on the couch, watching TV and drinking what seems to be his third beer. In his defense, he got injured a few weeks ago and he already has a month or two to go, so he relied on stress drinking. He can’t work out and it shows on his rounding body.

“And here we are again for my favourite game, ‘is that a t-shirt or a crop top?’ promoted by your one and only; Park. Ji. Min,” Taehyung announces as he walks in the living room.

Jimin looks up from the TV and pulls a face at him. “Haha, very funny, Taehyung.”

“I know, I’m hilarious.”

Jimin gulps the last of the beer and burps under his breath. “For your information, this is a t-shirt I cropped myself when we started dating.”

“You know what wasn’t here when we started dating? That beer belly.”

“Can’t you leave my tummy alone?”

“What tummy? That round gut?” Taehyung bends to poke it and it doesn’t give in to his touch from how bloated it is. “Hm… I feel like someone is gonna be a gas machine tonight.”

Jimin groans, cradling his midsection protectively while he gestures at his sprained ankle with his head. “If I could go to the gym, this wouldn’t have happened in the first place. You already know how easily I gain weight.”

“I know, baby. I’m sorry.” Jimin sits straight up and Taehyung sits right beside him. His once sculpted body rounds out in a thin layer of fat and over-bloat, all from his stress drinking, and he pitifully stifles a burp. “Want some dinner?”

“I refuse to let you cook again,” Jimin says, trying to stand up. “I’ll do it.”

Taehyung takes his hand before Jimin can hop his way to the kitchen and hugs him by his waist. He leaves a heartfelt kiss over his navel and looks up at him with puppy eyes. “What is it?”

“Don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Come on, Taehyung. I look like a settled dad.”

“I love you no matter your body type, Jimin,” he assures. “I love you and our beer baby.” That makes both of them laugh.

“You are such an idiot.” Jimin carefully bends to leave a kiss on Taehyung’s crown and as soon as he pulls back, he pushes Taehyun by his shoulders and climbs on top of him.

“Well, hello,” Taehyung says nervously.

Jimin covers his mouth and belches before he steals Taehyung’s lips in a filthy kiss. Taehyung can’t even focus when his boyfriend’s belly keeps pushing against him, so warm and tout and gurgly.

His hand curiously dives lower, caressing the pouch and squeezing it. It makes Jimin blush further as a string of burps interrupts their make out. “Ugh –bWOOooUurP Taehyungie, this is so embarrassing,” he laments, covering his mouth once again.

“I missed you so much, Jiminnie,” Taehyung says out of the blue, ‘cause he means it. He’s been so busy with work now that Jimin is injured, that they haven’t spent some quality time together for a long while. “So so much.”

Jimin smiles at him, kissing every inch of his face before diving into his mouth once again. He notices Taehyung’s growing boner and redirects his attention to undoing his belt when a late night delivery calls at their apartment. 

They stop abruptly, wondering who the fuck they are about to blame for interrupting their little moment. Jimin groans, hiding in Taehyung’s neck. “I’ll go see who’s it,” Taehyung says, patting his hips.

Jimin faintly hears the conversation with the delivery guy. But once Taehyung is back, he groans again when he sees Taehyung reading the back of a little box. “Fuck. I forgot I promised Hoseok hyung that I would beta test his pills.”

“I don’t think you should ingest any pill or such with your current intake of alcohol,” Taehyung points out. “Perhaps, you already have enough with your poor ankle.”

“What should I do then?”

There’s a moment of silence where none of them know what to say, when an idea sparks in Taehyung’s head. “I could test them for you.”

“What?”

“Come on, I can work from home for the time being.”

“Are you sure?”

Taehyung reads the effects again, just daydreaming about those four weeks he’s gonna be able to spend fully with his lover. “Absolutely.”

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"Jimin wants to know what being pregnant feels like, so Taehyung finds a way to make it happen."

Part 3 of Hibernation

hello hello (ôㅈô)/” you know how much i like chubby tæ so it was a pleasure to write it. i made him kinda slobby and it might be messy but i hope you like it 🖤 (i tried to make him as big as i am comfortable with, please understand)

[CW / Slob behaviour]

th has been watching the news go on for what feels like an eternity. he made the bad decision of leaving the remote on the coffee table when he turned on a movie that finished too long ago.

he could get up and change the channel? yeah. but he actually can't.

adding a whole 2l of weight gain shake, two and half gallons of ice cream to his already ample frame is his favourite activity and, honestly? he's already thinking of dinner.

you see, th is a big guy. he does not just have a gut and some spare kilos rounding his edges. and as someone that weighs 136kg, he's what anyone would call a slob.

a big belly sitting and spilling down his lap and between his thick thighs, spread open to give it some room. his arms hug the last ice cream tub, too tired to even prevent it from spilling in his already stained t-shirt. at this point he just wears it to hold his moobs in like a crop top, or even a bra, now resting pliant on the shelf that is his overstuffed belly.

he scratches at his double chin, itchi from the ice cream spilled and licks his finger clean, hiccuping a burp.

his spoon finally makes it to the bottom of the ice cream and he discards it, throwing it not so carefully to the floor. he hums, contently rubbing at the sides of his belly and pressing on the few pockets of gas.

not that he drank soda in the past hours but he's just so gassy all the time. he pats his underbelly, caressing the flabby area and dipping his finger into his belly button, expecting a burp to come out but is a loud fart what comes out instead. he even feels it rumble on his seat.

it felt really good to let out, but is not enough to ease the discomfort for dinner so he rubs circles on the expanse of his belly, taking turns with each arm so he doesn't get tired. in the end, is the hand resting on top of his belly that finds the wet belch he was looking for and he leans back on the armchair, relieved to say the least. 

the air is a bit heavy when sj comes back from work. th doesn't even hear him come in as he let out another resounding belch with his eyes closed in pure bliss.

"only you would eat ice cream as an appetizer," the older says.

th whines, belly gurgling under his touch. "if i could order something to eat, i wouldn't start from the dessert."

sj sits on the armrest, slapping his belly that barely wobbles at the motion but causes th to burp. "last time i let you order when i was still at work i found you being fed by the poor delivery guy."

th takes a fist to his chest and belches deeply, that felt so good to let out. "i wouldn't let him do it if he wasn't yøongi hyung. he knows our code."

"he knows it for emergencies!"

"it was an emergency, i couldn't get up."

sj stands right in front of him and brushes th's chin gently, daring. "can't even get up for the food you ordered yourself?"

"i'm sorry hyung, i was too full.." past full like he is right know, sj would dare to say. he's got other plans, though.

"if you can stand up by yourself and sit on the couch, i'll feed you."

"pasta with lots of tomato sauce sprinkled with weight gain powder and a 2l bottle of cola?" he asks with puppy eyes, and sj nods. it makes him so fond how under all this fat he's still the bright soul he knows.

th makes an attempt, arms quivering and belly annoyingly hard to even let him bend forward. he tries again, grunting and rocking himself back and forth to regain some strength, and then…

"damn it, tæhyung. that's gross," sj complains at the strong smell coming from the younger's agonizingly long fart he just ripped.

"you said, huff ." th stops to fan his nose. "you said i had to stand u-UuuURp, and i needed a little impulse."

"little ? the neighbors could sue us for that."

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Model Tæhyung quitting his celebrity life and thin figure to be able to date non celebrity J¡min freely without saesangs following them around.

feeder J¡min and feedee Tæhyung

(vm¡n // f33dee tæhyung)

th always wore baggy clothes. Especially those that make him look extra small even when he is next to jm. He never gave much mind into his roommate’s fashion, 'till he saw him shirtless. Who was gonna tell that under his oversized hoodies would hide a belly?

th had a round face, but overall, he was tall, enough to make the trick into thinking that maybe he just had some baby fat on his cheeks like jm did. And he never changed in front of jm nor in their room, he always went to the dorm showers to do so, which was a bit odd if you ask him.

You see, jm wondered about th's body since they were assigned to share their dorm room. He ate a lot since day one, yes, but his friend jk did too and he's very lean. At first he thought it had something to do with being practically strangers. Now that they have a proper friendship, jm just thinks he's shy about his body.

But a few months into the term, th's habits started to… change.

jm should have seen the signals.

Today, he came back earlier from the library and was about to rant about how this teacher is driving him nuts with his dreadful way to teach when he sees th jolt startled. He's sitting on his bed, a 1L bottle of sprite in hand and his phone in front of him. “What's that?”

th hiddes the bottle behind his back. "Oh, uhm… It's for a challenge I wanted to try... Nothing important."

jm closes the door behind him and sits next to him. "I'm curious."

th slowly reveals the bottle again and clears his throat. "Well I was going to film it, but I don't know how to do it by myself," he says. He looks at jm, but adverts his eyes before he asks, "Can you film me?"

jm was a bit taken aback, and th seemed like he was starting to regret it, but as he said; he's curious. "Okay." He takes the phone and looks at TaeHyung uncaping the bottle. "Isn't 1L too much for one person, though? Shouldn't you, I don't know, just chug a smaller bottle instead?" jm asks, a bit worried and a lot impressed.

"Go hard or go home," th responds with a wiggle of his eyebrows and gestures to jm to start recording.

jm is proven wrong when th reaches half of the bottle with ease in one go. He wonders where all of that is going, when th pulls back and rests a hand on his bloating torso. He never did a chugging before, but he's sure that that's a lot of bloat for just half a bottle.

His thoughts are short-lived when th interrupts them with a string of belches. They burped in front of each other before, but not quite like this, and Jimin is embarrassed to admit that it does something to his tummy.

"I– bWooOOOUuuUrP fuck… –uUUuRp huh.." th groans and complains, tapping his chest for more trapped burps as he gasps for air before taking the bottle onto his lips once again and chugging as fast as before.

"Easy, Tete, take it easy," jm reminds.

th belches around the bottle and with a grin he continues.

He's almost done when he pulls back again, this time, he leans back onto the pillows and his hoodie raises a bit, exposing his bloated belly. jm freezes, and th, oblivious to all of it, rubs his underbelly and presses next to his belly button to help the burps out.

"You can –BwOooUrP do it, come *hic* on," th mumbles, encouraging himself. And with that, he gained the strength enough to finish it all with a loud belch that surely was heard in the whole hall.

He takes his phone and thanks jm for recording him. jm can't articulate a word after what he just witnessed, so he nods and excuses himself to the bathroom to take care of his increasingly obvious boner.

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J¡min plans a meeting with Jungkøok as Tæhyung has been willing to for months. The thing is, that Jungkøok haven't seen him since he retired a year ago.

feeder J¡min and feedee Tæhyung (ft. Jungkøok)