#chubbyjjba

Commsion for @garebearthesquareao3

hey y’all!!

sorry for the super hiatus, i lost motivation then got really into jjk

but going forward i’m looking to update at least once a week! woot!

Home was pastries and other sweets, tarts and cakes. His work with the Speedwagon and his research meant that he traveled a lot. He was currently studying the migratory patterns of a certain fish species, which meant he often had to leave his house for days at a time while he collected data. 

His lover didn’t mind this. If anything, he preferred it, and it was one of the reasons Jotaro loved him. They clicked together like pieces in a puzzle. Rohan’s love was passionate and forceful. When they were together, their lives were intertwined and inseparable. Rohan would claim that it was only when they were apart his head was freed from the fog of infatuation, and he would use that time to focus on his manga.

Neither of them were good at expressing their emotions, which was odd considering Rohan’s craft. They fucked, and the love was there in ever gesture, groan, gasp, and gaze, but I love yous were rare in the house.

Instead, Rohan picked up sweets for Jotaro. Every day, there would be a different dessert on the table. Sometimes, Rohan would sit on Jotaro’s lap and feed it to him. Other times, he would have it as a second breakfast, and when Rohan awoke and kissed him for the first time that day, he would remark that he could taste the sweets on Jotaro’s lips still.

The indulgence had its consequence. Jotaro got fat. His belly grew as he piled on the pounds. His clothes grew tight. He developed love handles, which Rohan liked to squeeze and he liked to bury his head in his softening chest.

Jotaro thought he enjoyed the weight more than Rohan did. Rohan was captivated by there being more of Jotaro, more to kiss and more to touch, but Jotaro enjoyed knowing that it was Rohan that put it there. On his nights away, the way his belly had started to hang over his pants reminded him of the warmth of his home waiting for him. It was also hot, in a way he had trouble putting to words. He was fat two years into their relationship, and he was only going to get fatter.

Feedee Josuke

he’s a total brat. he loves being dramatic and will whine about everything from being hungry to being too full.

he’s likes to blame his feeder for his gain. often saying things like “you’re making me fat” and “look how bjg I’ve gotten become of you”

of course he’s total tease. stretching after a big meal so his shirt rides up exposing his belly, putting on clothes that barely fit him and asking his partner if the outfit makes him look fat, pretending he’s oblivious to the way his belly spills over his pants.

he loves to be spoiled. he’s definitely into the soft side of feedism. bring him snacks throughout the day, hand feed him chocolates in bed, stuff him until he’s nice and full and sleepy, then rub his belly while he lays back and relaxes.

he has an hourglass figure, but he’s bottom heavy. most of his weight goes to his hips/thighs/ass area. he has a soft chest and a relatively small waist for his size, but his tummy is still very round and squishy.

his face has also gotten rounder as he’s put on weight. but his chubby cheeks are so adorable!

he’s super cuddly and always wants to be the little spoon. he’s the perfect pillow, he’s pretty much soft and fluffy all over.

even though he’s bratty he’s still obedient to his feeder. he might talk back, but he’ll keep eating until all the food is gone, or until his feeder tells him he can stop.