#chubbyleeknow

It’s been a long time since I posted here, but as today his a special day for my friend @cutiedwaekki, I supposed it would be nice to post something !

I hope you enjoy 💜

Balloons and Birthdays

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It had been a while since Minho had hoped to fall in love again. First, because for him, loving was too painful. He had suffered too much in his past relationships and could no longer bear the way men had treated him. Being gay was already challenging enough, but being gay in Korea seemed even more complicated in his eyes. When he realized that he would never fit into the mold society had set for him, Minho gave up on the idea of finding love or ever meeting someone who would complete him. Instead, he focused on other things that had become more important in his life, like his friends, who meant a great deal to him, and his cats, who were the most important to him. He also loved his work, and after opening his own café in Seoul, he found happiness in the routine he followed every day.

That morning, as he was woken up by his cats climbing on him, Minho wrapped himself in his blanket to sleep a bit more. Soon after, his alarm went off, which he snoozed several times to enjoy his morning longer—until he heard his phone ringing and let out a groan before grabbing it to answer.

“What?” he asked groggily, his voice still rough, and he heard Hyunjin laughing on the other end of the line.

“Still sleeping? Just a reminder, it’s Jisung’s birthday, and you promised him an amazing cake!” Hyunjin said, and Minho rolled his eyes.

“You should spoil your boyfriend a bit less, or he’ll end up chubbier than me!” Minho replied as he got out of bed to make himself breakfast, his cats following as usual.

“He’ll look even more adorable to me then. But seriously, everything will be ready for tonight at the café, right?” Hyunjin asked, his voice almost trembling, and Minho understood that he was still nervous about messing things up.

“The café is ready, it’s reserved just for him, everything’s fine. Come when you’re ready. Felix said he’d come to help me with Chan. Dress up nicely, and we’ll be waiting for you,” he replied, trying to reassure him as he started preparing his cats’ food.

“Thank you, Min… Oh, and Jisung invited his friend Changbin to come; they’re working together now,” Hyunjin added, sounding more relaxed.

“Don’t worry about it; there’s more than enough food,” Minho said with a laugh, and Hyunjin laughed too before hanging up. Minho sat in his kitchen, having his breakfast while his cats ate alongside him.

Today was a special day. Normally, on Sundays, he opened the café later and enjoyed a slower morning. But since it was Jisung’s birthday, he had decided to reserve it for the celebration with his friends. Last year, Hyunjin had tried to find a place Jisung would love, but they had all ended up in their apartment with not enough food or space to dance or sit, leaving Hyunjin regretting it and promising Jisung to do better the following year—a promise he was now fulfilling. Minho got up and went to the bathroom to get ready. As he brushed his teeth, he looked at himself in the mirror and let out a small sigh. Even though it had been a joke on the phone, he’d noticed that, over the years of being single, his body had changed; he’d aged, and the pounds had piled on too easily, especially working near pastries. He stepped into the shower, running his hands over his body, feeling the curves that had recently formed—his slight love handles, his thicker thighs and hips, and the way his belly jiggled slightly when he walked. However, despite these changes, Minho had never questioned his body and liked the fact that he embraced this new side of himself. After all, he was the only one who truly loved him.

The morning passed faster than he had expected, and when he arrived at the café, he began setting up the tables and creating a space for dancing, adding the decorations Hyunjin had given him the night before. Minho had suggested setting up the decorations while Hyunjin took Jisung shopping for the day so they could spend some time together. Minho hung large “27” balloons on the wall and smiled as he thought about his own age, grimacing slightly. He then heard the café door open and turned to see Felix, who was making faces while listening to Chan talk.

“You’re wrong; Jisung definitely prefers chocolate cakes,” Felix said, rolling his eyes, and Chan frowned.

“We all know he loves cheesecakes; you can’t go wrong with that, Lixie,” Minho smiled as he watched them approach before Felix asked him to settle the matter.

“We have chocolate cheesecakes, and I made a chocolate cake. Jisung prefers anything with chocolate, but what I think he’d like best is for you two to stop arguing and help me with these decorations,” he said, pointing to the remaining decorations, and Felix grimaced before getting to work. Minho let them handle it and went to the back to check on the cakes and ensure the food was ready. He pulled out the boxes he had prepared the day before, setting them up on the tables and starting to arrange the buffet in his own quiet way, until the sound of the door opening caught his attention again, and he looked up to see a man he had never met before. Felix bounded over to him and gave him a hug before leading him over to Minho. Minho felt himself blushing without knowing why as he looked at him. His dark, curly hair fell over his forehead, and his round cheeks gave him a youthful appearance. He was shorter than Felix, with a round belly, and Minho swallowed as they stopped in front of him.

“This is Changbin, Jisung’s friend. He’s here to help us—hope that’s okay?” Felix asked with an angelic smile.

“N-no… of course not. Nice to meet you, I’m Minho,” he said, blushing and bowing slightly.

“I know,” Changbin replied with a smile before Chan called him over. Minho watched him go, replaying his words in his mind.

He knew? How did he know? Had Jisung mentioned him? Maybe Felix had told him who he was, or… Minho felt his cheeks grow even warmer and shook his head, returning to the buffet setup. He took a deep breath, trying to appear relaxed even though Changbin’s presence made him strangely want to keep looking at him and walk over to him. But he regained his focus and finished his preparations.

The day continued in much the same way, with Seungmin and Jeongin eventually joining to help Minho finish the setup, while Seungmin teased him a bit about his weight gain, as he usually did. When the sun began to set, they turned on the decorations and waited for Hyunjin to arrive with Jisung. Minho had gone back to the kitchen to get the drinks from the fridge when Changbin joined him, and he stopped suddenly in surprise at seeing him there, blushing again as Changbin helped him carry the bottles.

“It’s amazing what you’re doing for Jisung; he’s lucky to have friends like you,” Changbin said, setting down the bottles Minho had been holding on the table. Minho felt the warmth of Changbin’s hand on his own and blushed again.

“Uh…yeah, we’re just doing our best, but Hyunjin deserves most of the thanks,” Minho said, looking away.

“It’s not Hyunjin who made all this food,” Changbin said with a smile.

“Trust me, he’s put more effort into today than any of us to make sure Jisung has the best day of his life… By the way, earlier, you said you knew who I was… how?” Minho asked, biting his lip.

“Jisung showed me photos of his friends, and I never forget a beautiful face,” Changbin said, taking the bottles and leaving the kitchen. Minho froze for a moment, speechless, his heart pounding. He felt his lungs fill, and he quickly ran his hands under cold water to cool down before going back into the main room, where he saw Jisung and Hyunjin arriving just as everyone shouted SURPRISE! Jisung looked at them all in shock before turning to Minho and lightly tapping his shoulder.

“Why are you perfect?” Jisung asked, pouting before starting to cry, and Minho laughed as he watched him. Hyunjin wrapped Jisung in a hug, and everyone stepped forward to wish him a happy birthday, each taking turns embracing him.

“You guys are silly… I wasn’t expecting this…” Jisung said, pouting again as Seungmin raised his eyebrows.

“You’re the one who invited me, aren’t you?” he asked, and Jisung rolled his eyes.

“Let me pretend it’s a surprise party! You’re no fun, Kim Seungmin. Besides, I definitely didn’t expect you to put balloons with my face on them!” Jisung pointed at the balloons behind them, and Jeongin beamed with pride at his idea.

After Jisung finished thanking everyone, they turned on the music and began enjoying the party. The evening went by quickly, with plenty of food and drinks to keep everyone happy—some gathering by the buffet or the bar, others dancing or sitting and chatting, just like Minho was doing with Hyunjin. However, despite Hyunjin’s words of gratitude for all he had done, Minho couldn’t take his eyes off Changbin. His gaze lingered on Changbin’s round belly pushing against his shirt, his thick thighs rubbing together as he danced, the way his double chin appeared when he smiled, and the way he ate what Minho had prepared with such enjoyment, making little noises of satisfaction as he chewed. Minho swallowed, snapping back to reality as he noticed Hyunjin watching him and following his gaze to Changbin.

“You like him, don’t you?” Hyunjin asked suddenly. Minho froze for a moment; Hyunjin might not be the smartest of his friends, but he was definitely the most perceptive.

“What? No… We barely know each other,” Minho said, shaking his head.

“Not knowing someone has never stopped you from going further,” Hyunjin said with a smile, and Minho recalled just how confident he could be when he went out clubbing to meet people for one-night stands. He nodded, grabbed a shot glass, filled it, clinked it with Hyunjin’s, and downed it in one go. Standing up, he walked over to Changbin, slid an arm around his waist, and pulled him closer to dance. Changbin let himself be drawn in, smiling as he wrapped his arms around Minho. Minho led him to the dance floor, where they started moving their bodies slowly against each other, keeping their lips just a few centimeters apart, almost daring themselves not to kiss. But then Changbin closed the gap, pressing his lips to Minho’s. Minho didn’t hesitate, capturing Changbin’s lips in his own and starting to devour him tenderly, tasting a mix of alcohol and the pastries Changbin must have eaten just before. His lips were surprisingly soft, his body plush, and Minho’s hand wandered over his curves, reaching up to his soft cheeks. He drew Changbin even closer, losing himself in their kiss, and without realizing how, or understanding why, when he opened his eyes again, he felt a headache pounding. He sat up with difficulty in his bed as Soonie jumped onto him.

Minho frowned, rubbing his face with his hand as he tried to replay the night’s events in his head. When he felt something shift next to him, he was surprised to see Changbin sleeping shirtless beside him. Suddenly, memories flooded back—the party, the kiss, the alcohol, more kisses, then returning to his place, their night together, Changbin’s body pressed against his, the passion. It all hit him like a bomb, and he started to panic until Changbin stirred, moving closer and resting his head on Minho’s legs, wrapping his arms around him.

“You’re not leaving, right?” he asked, still half-asleep, and Minho smiled tenderly, running a hand over his back.

“Don’t you want breakfast?” Minho asked softly, keeping his voice low.

“Dating a baker means I’ll just get fatter, doesn’t it?” Changbin said, opening his eyes, and Minho laughed.

“Probably,” Minho replied, pressing his lips to Changbin’s before getting up, slipping on his pajamas, and heading to the kitchen, making sure to fill his cats’ bowls on the way.

He could hardly believe it—it was the first time in months that a man had stayed over, and this one felt oddly perfect. He’d been gentle with him, kind, and he trusted Jisung’s knack for meeting the right people, unlike himself. Minho started preparing pancakes so they could have breakfast together, and as he flipped a pancake, he felt arms wrapping around him from behind, a soft belly pressing against his back. Smiling, he turned to see Changbin.

“Did you sleep well?” Minho asked, running a hand through Changbin’s hair to see his face.

“It was one of the best nights I’ve ever had.” Minho blushed, turning back to the stove to focus on breakfast.

“Go ahead and sit down; I’m almost done.” Changbin took a seat, and Dori hopped onto his lap, rubbing against him, surprising Minho—she was usually shy with strangers. Smiling, he watched as Changbin petted the cat. Minho placed a plate filled with pancakes in front of Changbin, along with another plate on the chair across from him, and set out all kinds of toppings so he could choose what he liked best. Sitting down across from him, Minho watched as Changbin started to eat, letting out a soft moan that filled Minho with a strange warmth.

“You’re really talented, you know… damn… that’s really good,” Changbin said as he kept eating his pancakes, covered in whipped cream, chocolate, and caramel.

“Well, I’m good at my job then,” Minho replied, smiling.

“Is it bad if I say I want to eat your food forever?” Changbin asked timidly.

“Is it bad if I want to feed you forever?” Minho asked, smiling, and this time, it was Changbin who blushed before shaking his head and going back to his food.

Minho smiled, too, understanding that while this meeting might have been fast and impulsive, he couldn’t hide what he felt inside and the chemistry that had settled so naturally between them, as simple as breathing. Talking with Changbin felt natural, and his body craved the closeness. Minho got up and moved his chair next to Changbin’s, resting his head on his shoulder and running his hand over his soft belly.

“You look so perfect… I love your body,” Minho murmured, pressing his face into Changbin’s neck, leaving kisses there.

“You’re making me horny while I’m eating? You’re playing a dangerous game,” Changbin said, turning his face toward him and capturing his lips in a kiss. Minho kept caressing Changbin’s belly, holding it in his hands and gently massaging it, a small smile on his lips. “Let me help you, too,” Changbin said, taking a spoonful and feeding it to Minho, who ate it with a smile. Changbin’s hands moved to Minho’s belly as well, and Minho blushed, realizing he was no longer used to someone seeing his body without the filter of alcohol. Yet Changbin looked at him hungrily, caressing him tenderly. Minho let him, letting out a soft moan, feeling his cheeks heat up.

“Oh, so you like it too?” Changbin teased with a small smile, and Minho nodded gently, taking a bite of cake that Changbin held in his hands. He ran his tongue slowly over Changbin’s fingers, and Changbin leaned in, pressing his lips to Minho’s, mixing his breath with his own. Just as he finished his bite, Changbin’s tongue slipped into his mouth, and Minho surrendered entirely, diving into this moment of pleasure and tenderness that he shared with Changbin. He knew he wouldn’t be letting him go anytime soon and was ready to dive into this new world with him.

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Minho entered the kitchen, slipping his hands around Changbin’s back to pull him close, feeling his soft body press against his, with their cats weaving around their legs and meowing, asking for their share of food too.

“Cooking for me? What’s the occasion?” Minho asked, kissing his cheek softly.

“Who said it’s for you?” Changbin replied, turning toward him with a laugh, and Minho smiled.

“Oh, I know you’re a big boy; you need to keep eating well,” Minho teased, running his hands over Changbin’s belly, now the largest part of his body and, according to Minho, the most enjoyable to touch.

“You’re growing too, babe… wasn’t it you who just split another pair of pants?” Changbin teased back, and Minho rolled his eyes.

“Whatever, what are you making?” he asked, looking over the pots and pans in front of him.

“I wanted to do something nice for you. You’ve been taking good care of me lately, and I’ll admit, the idea of feeding you all evening isn’t exactly unappealing to me either,” Changbin replied, blushing, and Minho smiled.

“Then I’ll let you feed me. After all, I still have a long way to go if I want to catch up with you.”

Im finally posting a new fic…what a big day !

I hope you’ll like it !

This is a weight gain fic so if you don’t like it don’t read it please.

Want So Bad

Sitting at the table of one of the city’s most renowned restaurants, Jisung had been waiting for his date for at least twenty minutes. Usually, it was the other way around—he would arrive late, observing his date from afar to determine if they’d be suitable for the plans he had in mind. It had become a sort of endless routine for Jisung. You see, he had managed to achieve almost everything in life. His parents owned a large company that had grown internationally, and Jisung had taken over as CEO right after completing his studies. Since he assumed leadership, the company’s shares had only risen.

He also had a stunning apartment with a breathtaking view of Seoul, and a group of friends who had always supported him, even in tough times. Yes, Jisung had everything he could want—except someone to share his nights with, someone to love and care for as they deserved. That’s why he had started dating. Initially, he found casual flings that worked as a short-term solution, but eventually realized he needed more. He tried explaining his intentions to various men, but they all turned him down. Tonight, however, he held out hope that the man he had been talking to on the app would be the one.

But as thirty minutes passed, it became clear this man wasn’t coming. Jisung ran a hand over his face, sighed, and decided to leave. What a stupid idea, sitting here waiting like an idiot, he thought as he stood up and began walking through the restaurant.

Jisung headed toward the exit, hurrying to leave the cursed place. As he walked, trying to call his driver, his eyes fell on a fast-food restaurant. Inside, he noticed something—or rather, someone—that caught his attention. Jisung stopped in his tracks, his gaze instantly locking on the scene. His heart raced as he paused to admire the man sitting alone in the fast-food place. Surrounded by so much food it barely fit on the table, his belly pressed against the edge, and his thighs spilling over the sides of his chair. Jisung knew his tastes were unique, but this man was so perfect he couldn’t believe his eyes.

Without hesitation, Jisung walked inside and approached him, stopping next to his table.

“May I sit here?” he asked softly, not wanting to scare the man.

The man looked up, startled, and his face flushed as he saw Jisung. His mouth was full, and his double chin became more pronounced as he looked up, making Jisung find him even more adorable.

“O-okay… sure,” the man stammered, and Jisung took a seat across from him.

“I was supposed to have a date tonight, but they didn’t show up. I think maybe that’s a good thing,” Jisung said, his eyes meeting the man’s. The man’s face grew redder.

“Oh… really?” Minho asked, surprised by Jisung’s approach.

“Why do you seem so surprised? I know I must look strange, just showing up out of nowhere like this, but… I couldn’t pass up the chance to talk to you,” Jisung admitted, lowering his head to appear less intimidating.

“I-I don’t know what to say… I’m not used to people approaching me. But I don’t understand… why would anyone not show up for you? You’re so…” Minho trailed off, his gaze locked with Jisung’s, making Jisung’s heart flutter.

“Enough talk. You didn’t come here to chat, did you? And you wouldn’t want all that to get cold,” Jisung said, gesturing to the food. Minho’s cheeks turned crimson again.

“Don’t act shy. Please, enjoy yourself,” Jisung encouraged. Minho timidly nodded and resumed eating, taking some fries in his hand.

Jisung couldn’t take his eyes off him—the roundness of his cheeks, the way his chest nearly rested on the table, his pudgy fingers grasping the food, and especially the way he filled his mouth, unable to stop himself. Watching Minho stirred a heat in Jisung’s chest. Everything about him was perfect. He had never seen someone so desirable, someone he wanted so much.

In his past relationships, Jisung had subtly tried to control his partners’ eating habits, but they would stop seeing him once they gained too much weight. But even the word “too much” felt insufficient for Minho.

Minho continued eating, no longer paying attention to Jisung, engrossed in his meal. When he finally reached for the last burger, Jisung grabbed it before he could. Minho’s expression turned almost desperate as he let out a small sigh. Jisung noticed how much fuller his cheeks and belly had become since earlier and decided to tease him.

“Still hungry?” Jisung asked, a smirk tugging at his lips.

“Y-yeah… can you give it to me… please?” Minho asked, eyeing the burger.

“I don’t know… should I? You’ve eaten quite a bit, haven’t you?” Jisung teased, watching Minho gulp.

“I have a big appetite…” Minho admitted, biting his lip and shifting in his seat, trying to sit upright.

“I can see that. You’re such a big boy… eating all alone on a Saturday night, or should I say… gorging yourself?” Jisung teased further, and Minho’s cheeks flamed red.

“I-I… I’m sorry…” Minho mumbled, lowering his head. Jisung smiled.

“Don’t ever apologize for being so perfect!” Jisung said, and Minho looked up at him, startled.

“You think I’m perfect? I thought… wait… what? Even like this?” Minho asked.

“Especially like this,” Jisung said with a grin. Minho continued to look at him, confused.

“Well… if you like it so much… why don’t you feed me yourself?” Minho suggested. This time, Jisung felt slightly thrown off but quickly regained his composure, holding the burger out to Minho.

“Don’t worry about that. We’ve got the rest of the night to keep you fed. This burger won’t be the last thing you swallow tonight,” Jisung said, keeping the burger in his hand as Minho took a bite.

Minho surprised him by not snatching it but instead letting Jisung feed him, locking eyes as he took each bite. Jisung was mesmerized, unable to look away. He’s so perfect. Absolutely perfect. Minho licked Jisung’s fingers clean, and that was the final straw. Jisung couldn’t wait any longer.

He stood up and told Minho to get up, but Minho admitted he felt too full. Jisung helped him stand, marveling at how much larger Minho was than he’d imagined. His soft, warm belly spilled forward, and Jisung relished the feeling of touching him as they walked out.

He called his driver, who arrived shortly after. Once they were in the car, Jisung instructed the driver to raise the privacy partition. He couldn’t keep his hands to himself, running them over Minho’s shirt to caress his swollen belly.

“You’re perfect. So perfect. Look at you, so full and squishy. I want to bite you, to taste you,” Jisung murmured, unable to hide his excitement.

Minho whimpered under Jisung’s touch. “You’re crazy…” Minho muttered, blushing.

“Maybe I am,” Jisung said, his hands wandering. He kissed Minho’s cheek softly before the car stopped in front of Jisung’s building.

“Let’s get you somewhere more comfortable,” Jisung said as they exited the car. He supported Minho, wrapping an arm around him. Though Minho’s size made it difficult to fully embrace him, Jisung reveled in every moment of closeness.

In the elevator, Jisung couldn’t resist pinning Minho against the wall, planting kisses along his neck. Minho let out soft gasps, still breathless from the night.

“You… you can kiss me,” Minho whispered, his blush deepening.

Jisung cupped his soft cheeks and leaned in, their lips meeting. Minho’s lips still tasted faintly of salty fries, driving Jisung wild. Jisung deepened the kiss, his lips moving tenderly yet hungrily against Minho’s. He felt the softness of Minho’s mouth, warm and inviting, as their breaths mingled. Jisung’s hands instinctively cupped Minho’s face, his thumbs brushing over his flushed cheeks. The elevator hummed softly around them, but all Jisung could focus on was the man before him—his warmth, his softness, his taste.

Minho hesitated for a moment before shyly parting his lips further, allowing Jisung to deepen the kiss even more. Their tongues brushed, and Jisung felt a rush of heat through his entire body, an overwhelming sensation that made his knees feel weak. He pressed himself closer to Minho, feeling the full, soft expanse of his body against him, as though no amount of closeness would ever be enough.

Jisung feels Minho’s hands timidly found their way to Jisung’s waist, holding him gently as if unsure of his own boldness. Jisung let out a low hum of approval, pulling away just enough to murmur, “You taste even better than I imagined.

"His voice was thick, filled with desire, as his dark eyes locked with Minho’s." Minho blinked, his face an even deeper shade of red, his breath shaky.

“You’re… you’re unbelievable,” he whispered, his words barely audible.

“Unbelievable in the best way, I hope,” Jisung replied, his voice playful yet sincere, as his hands traveled from Minho’s cheeks down to his shoulders, then to his chest, reveling in the way Minho’s body responded to his touch.

Before either could say more, the elevator dinged, signaling they’d reached Jisung’s floor. Reluctantly, Jisung pulled back, his hands lingering on Minho’s sides.

"Come on,” he said, his voice softer now but no less filled with intent. “Let’s continue this somewhere more private.”

Minho nodded silently, his gaze fixed on Jisung as if drawn to him in a way he couldn’t quite explain. Jisung stepped out first, holding out his hand for Minho to take. Once Minho placed his hand in his, Jisung led him down the quiet hallway toward his apartment, the anticipation between them growing with every step.

The moment the door closed behind them, Jisung turned, pressing Minho gently against it. He captured his lips again, this time with even more fervor, his hands roaming as if trying to memorize every curve and line of Minho’s body. Minho let out a soft whimper, his hands clutching at Jisung’s shirt as he melted into the kiss, their bodies pressing together in perfect, heated harmony.

“Fuck…” said Jisung, stepping back and looking at Minho. “I-I don’t know your name,” he admitted, his gaze fixed on Minho, who stared back at him for a moment before smiling softly.

“And I don’t know yours…” Minho replied, gently brushing Jisung’s face with his hand.

“I’m Jisung. Han Jisung,” Jisung answered before leaning in to kiss him again, unable to resist the allure of Minho’s lips, his hands roaming over Minho’s belly. Between breaths, Minho broke away, his cheeks flushed.

“Lee Minho,” he said softly, looking at Jisung timidly, his lips still swollen from their kiss.

“Such a cute name…” Jisung murmured as he pulled Minho’s shirt off, pausing for a moment to admire his body. He was even bigger than Jisung had imagined—so soft and broad. Minho’s chest rested gently on either side of his round belly, and Jisung let his hands explore, caressing the plush expanse.

“You’re so fat…how did you get this fat?” Jisung asked, his voice a mix of curiosity and desire, as his hands traced over Minho’s warm skin.

He gently caressed his body while continuing to kiss him over and over again, hearing Minho murmur his name and start to moan. Yet, Jisung wanted answers, so he stopped, simply sliding a hand over his stomach.

“You’re already almost huge, and yet tonight, you were still stuffing yourself… why, Minho..?” Jisung asked, feeling himself grow harder in turn.

“I… I… I love it. At first, it was just fun to let go a little bit, but then I gained weight… and when I saw myself getting bigger… that was so fucking hot, and… I couldn’t stop… but now I’m just… addicted… Fuck, touch me, please,” Minho pleaded, feeling Jisung’s hand slip into his pants, grabbing his cock and starting to stroke him.

“Jisung… I’m too heavy… need to sit…” Minho said, struggling to stay upright. That phrase made Jisung even more aroused than he already was, and he nodded before laying Minho down on his couch, stripping him of his clothes. When Minho was finally naked in front of him, Jisung felt like it was too much. Everything was big—his belly, his thick thighs barely leaving space for his cock, and even his member itself, buried in the softness of his own body. Minho struggled to sit up, yet Jisung could already see that his mere gaze on him excited him just as much.

He wasted no time, continuing to touch him, to make him moan, to give him as much pleasure as he wanted, again and again, all night long. Until both of them were too exhausted to move, falling asleep tangled together—Minho resting against his own plush body, so soft and warm that Jisung was ready to forget about work and just stay there with him, over and over again.

When the morning light began to fill the apartment, Jisung frowned and buried himself deeper into the couch. Then, suddenly, he realized the space next to him was empty. He sat up abruptly, scanning the living room for Minho. Panic set in when he didn’t see him at first, but then he finally spotted him in a corner, quietly trying to get dressed.

“You’re leaving?” Jisung asked, slightly pissed off. Minho flinched, not realizing Jisung was awake.

“I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to wake you… I… I… I know… Usually, I know how this goes, so…”

Jisung frowned, confused, and moved closer to Minho.

“Usually? What are you talking about? Did you not like last night with me?” Jisung asked, trying not to let his insecurities show on the first night.

“I did! Of course I did… It was amazing. But guys like you… I know how they work. They sleep with a fat guy, have their fun, and then never bother seeing them again.” Minho lowered his head, biting his lip.

Jisung sighed, running a hand over his face.

“And do I really seem like that kind of guy? I think you’re gorgeous, okay? The fact that you’re big is just a bonus to me. You’re incredible… and sexy… and I don’t want this to be the last time I see you.”

“So… you’re saying… you’re one of those who like fat guys… a fat enjoyer… something like that?” Minho asked timidly.

“Maybe? I don’t know. Watching you stuff yourself last night was hot as hell, and your body drives me insane. And… I don’t know, you’re sweet, and you make me nervous, but… are we seriously talking about this already? Don’t you want to get breakfast first?” Jisung said, trying to lighten the mood.

Minho blushed and nodded.

Jisung felt relieved, stepping forward to wrap Minho in his arms, pulling him into a cuddle. Minho’s body was driving him crazy, and even in daylight, he was even more excited than the night before. They got ready together, leaving hand in hand, ready to find the nearest café. Jisung was already looking forward to filling Minho’s stomach again.

At the café, Minho took a seat by the window while Jisung waited at the counter for their order. At that moment, his phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out and saw Hyunjin’s name on the screen.

“What do you want?” Jisung asked, rolling his eyes.

“How was your date?” Hyunjin teased, laughing on the other end of the line.

“He didn’t show up… fucking stupid idea…” Jisung muttered, running a hand through his hair as he picked up the tray of food for Minho.

“For real? You didn’t meet anyone? In the restaurant across the street? Don’t tell me you didn’t notice him!” Hyunjin said, and Jisung could hear him talking with Changbin in the background.

“How do you know about Minho?” Jisung asked as he sat down at the table. Minho looked up at him.

“I know you hate blind dates, and I know you and Minho would be, like, super compatible. But since you never let me introduce you to people, Changbin and I made sure you’d notice him…”

Jisung sighed, hanging up and turning his attention back to Minho.

“You’re friends with Changbin?” Jisung asked. Minho nodded.

“Yeah, we met at a fast food place. I was impressed by his size, so I asked him for advice… that’s how we became friends!” Minho said with a smile.

Jisung couldn’t help but smile back, almost forgetting Hyunjin’s ridiculous matchmaking scheme. He placed his hand over Minho’s.

“Well then, I guess it’s time to put his advice to the test… now that you’re mine, we’re gonna make you even more impressive than Changbin. Do you want that, babe?”

So I finally finished to write this ff inspired by the Superball M/V and I’m very happy about it ! Enjoy 💕

This contain, weight gain, feederism, broken furniture. If you don’t like don’t read.

Superball

Changbin had always dreamed of becoming a great chief. Ever since he was a child, he'd loved cooking and it was his dream to open a restaurant. He loved it when his family, friends or other people liked his food, and he loved sharing it. He had long dreamed of opening his own restaurant, but for financial reasons he had to take several jobs. First of all in fast-food restaurants or small neighborhood restaurants, also in supermarkets, he had also been a delivery boy, but his hard work had paid off in the end. Changbin had opened his own restaurant several years after, but unfortunately the clientele was very small and few customers came in. Even though he worked on his recipes every day, he couldn't make his restaurant profitable. When his best friends offered to work with him on new recipes, he accepted and decided to test all his new ideas on them to get their feedback. So for several weeks, Chan and Jisung worked with Changbin every evening, tasting his recipes. To tell the truth, for them, having food was more of a pleasure than anything else, until this particular evening when something happened. Chan and Jisung were seated at the restaurant's bar, and several dishes were placed in front of them for them to eat, with Changbin also taking part in the tasting.

« It’s delicious. ! » say Chan while eating one of his meals.

« Just delicious ? Come on Chan, I don’t want my recipe to be just delicious, I want it to be…enjoyable, addicting…full of pleasure ! » respond Changbin.

« Okay…so it’s good but maybe not…as you want it to be…but it’s getting better since last week I swear. »

What the two men hadn't noticed while discussing their dish was that Jisung, for his part, had been testing other recipes proposed by Changbin, and hadn't stopped tasting them since he'd started. He could hardly hear them speak, the pleasure of the dish was too intense and he couldn't stop eating it, he ate the four plates that stood in front of him and barely felt full, he needed more.

« More…please… » he finally says his mouth full of food.

« What ? » say Changbin looking at Jisung who really look desperate.

« What’s happening to him ? » ask Chan.

« I don’t know, does he ate all the dishes ? »

« Did you put something in here ? » say Chan looking at the plates.

« It’s was just a try…I just add more of…everything…I mean sugar and fat… »

« Pleaaaaaase, it’s so good hyung, I need more ! Don’t make me wait ! » say Jisung almost crying.

« Addicting…. » whisper Chan. « YOU DID IT BINNIE ! Ok try this again and I will test it too, maybe this is the secret of a good meal, fat and sweet ! »

Changbin smiled at him, and the very next day set about preparing his new dishes, reworking his recipes and adding more and more of greasy ingredients, and the result was sudden. Chan and Jisung simply fell in love with Changbin's cooking, when they ate, they moaned and groaned with pleasure, and asked for more. For the first time Changbin felt he could succeed, even if all this was beginning to change his friends' bodies and even his own, it didn't matter, his dream was his only goal and he had to achieve it.

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A few days later, Changbin's restaurant opened with a brand new menu, and his old recipes had been transformed too. It must be said that his most loyal clientele were quite surprised to find the restaurant's chef, who was usually so slim, with a few extra kilos; it must be said that he couldn't help tasting his dishes when he prepared them. Chan and Jisung, for their part, couldn't get enough of Changbin's food, especially Jisung, who found all other foods bland and who, when he wasn't at the restaurant, tried in vain to fill the void. He began to spend his days eating and going to the Superball, too impatient to be able to taste Changbin's dishes. On the restaurant side, Chan noticed that more and more people were coming, it must have been word of mouth, but they now found themselves with a line waiting outside and many reservations were being made. Chan had accepted a job as the restaurant's receptionist, and Jisung had quit his delivery job to devote himself to eating at Superball, and Changbin simply decided to consider him as a food tester. As the days went by, Changbin realized that his clientele was becoming more and more loyal, and he often found the same faces. Like Jeongin, a dancer who came almost every day now. He was totally addicted to Changbin's food and, like Jisung, he couldn't live without it. One thing to note about Changbin's food is that it was very high in calories. Even the simplest thing like a salad could be really greasy, he had found a perfect balance so that the dish remained itself but the added calories and fat that people didn't feel to keep the taste as delicious and additive as ever. Yet Changbin didn't really mind, seeing his customers enjoy themselves was the most important thing and a few extra pounds was really important ? He began to notice that Jisung and Chan had really put on weight when Chan asked him for a wider chair for receiving customers and Jisung for his part needed a reinforced chair as he had already broken several. He then decided to reinforce all the chairs in the restaurant, because his friends weren't the only ones getting fatter.

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Getting back to Jisung, he'd been dating his boyfriend Minho for two years now, they were very happy together and had even been living together for several months. These were the months when Jisung changed completely. He'd become lazier than before and his appetite seemed to be growing by the day. He'd been putting on a lot of extra weight for a while, and Minho had definitely noticed Jisung's belly getting too big for his clothes and his thighs too big for his pants. His cheeks, which had always been round, seemed even rounder now that a double chin accompanied them. In just a few months, his slim, svelte boyfriend had totally changed. He'd just become fat and obsessed with Changbin's food.

« Babe…what’s happening with…your friends…? » ask Minho one day (a few month after Jisung starting eating Changbin food and working for him) while they were cuddling in front of a movie. »

« Nothing…can you bring me dessert please ? I’m starting to get hungry… »

« We finished eating like 10 minutes ago ! »

« Yeah….is that really a problem ? » ask Jisung innocently.

« Ok…I don’t really know how to say that but…did you noticed that you…are…getting…fat ? »

« Im…hum…do you still love me ? »

« Of course I love you ! That’s not even the question but you change a lot and I don’t understand why…I mean…you barely walk when we’re at home and you eat a lot, and I saw you rubbing your belly on the couch the other day, why ? »

« My work is literally to eat Changbin’s food…and eating all day….make me take a few pound… »

« A few ? Jisung you have a double belly and look at your cheeks, they even softer that before ! » say Minho touching a Jisung face.

« Ok maybe more, but his food is just so good, I can’t stop thinking about the texture, the taste…I don’t want to stop even if I have to be fat…are you ok with this ? » 

« Jisung I will love you no matter what, I was just asking for answer, I understand now…and if you’re happy I’m happy as well. »

And surprisingly Minho was happy with fat Jisung, because he was different from before : he needed him. Jisung used to be rather solitary and liked to fend for himself, but now he was just dependent on Minho. And Minho was just so happy to be here for Jisung because I love to take care of people especially his boyfriend. Jisung was also more cuddly, because he loved to have someone to touch every rolls of his body and Minho loved to touch him, his body was so soft and smooth, he couldn't stop touching it. Sure, he'd changed, but maybe it was for the best.

One day Minho decided to try Changbin's restaurant, so he reserved a table for himself and Jisung to surprise him. Minho was shocked to see what was going on in the restaurant. Chan was standing on a chair at the entrance to the restaurant behind a desk but he still see his belly flopping at his legs while he was welcoming the customers, Changbin too had put on weight and his breasts could be seen under his apron. And the customers certainly weighed twice as much as Minho. As for the waiters, they were rather thin: Changbin had recently recruited two waiters, both very handsome, on the assumption that this would also attract customers, and so Hyunjin and Felix began working for him. Minho was shocked, to see that in just a few months the clientele had doubled, as had the weight of all of them. So he sat down at the table with Jisung, who was already salivating with anticipation as he finished his snacks in the car, and Minho took a fairly simple seat, wanting to avoid taking on too many calories...

« What are you going to order ? » ask Minho to Jisung.

« Im going to get lasagna, with a burger…yeah this one is really good ! » he says while showing the menu. « Maybe with fries, and also I’m craving for tteokbokki and yachaejeon ! Is that good for you ? »

« You can treat yourself tonight, I invite you remember ! You know what choose for me babe ! »

« Oh you have to taste Changbin’s japchae ! It’s really the best I ever taste in my life ! »

« Better than mine ? »

« Hum…I rather not answer… »

Minho smile to Jisung and they laugh together,

Then they placed their orders with Felix, and chatted while waiting for their dishes, which Jisung was eagerly awaiting. They were then served, and Jisung jumped on his plate before starting to devour everything as if he hadn't eaten for several days. Minho looked at him with a smile, then decided to taste his dish. It all happened very quickly, but he felt as if he'd never eaten anything so good before, took a second bite and felt light, as if every time he put it in his mouth he floated a little more and his taste buds were more than delighted. He didn't even realize that he was devouring his dish at almost the same speed as Jisung, everything was soft and tender, and at the same time sweet but delicate. Jisung was right, Changbin's food was the best he'd ever eaten. And it was the only one he wanted to keep eating....

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Hyunjin and Felix had started working for Changbin three months ago, and were surprised to see the changes the food they served had made in the bodies of their most regular customers. Like Jeongin, who the first time he came was a slim, delicate dancer and today had to stop his career because of his weight, unable to dance with all that fat jiggling around as soon as he took a step. But like everyone else, he had succumbed to Changbin's delicious dishes and had absolutely no regrets. In the space of a few months, he'd gained at least 110 lbs, yet he was still gorging himself on the food. The biggest person of the restaurant was, of course, Jisung, who had been there before the opening and now weighed 550 lbs, but what could be said about Hyunjin and Felix was that they had done everything to avoid eating Changbin's food. Well, that was until that famous evening when Changbin offered to buy them dinner, and after a long day's work they finally accepted. Then one evening they met up at the restaurant Changbin and Chan were there too, and Jisung had come with his boyfriend Minho. Hyunjin suddenly remembered that not so long ago Minho had come to the restaurant for the first time and that in the meantime he had only seen him a few times, but he seemed to have changed too. His thighs were much wider than before, a double chin could be seen in his neck, and a belly could be seen under his t-shirt since he could no longer fully cover his belly. As for Jisung, every step seemed to tire him even more, and he walked very slowly, his body had become far too heavy to move lightly, and each step made him sweat a little more. But he was as happy as ever to eat for Changbin. For this special dinner, Changbin had concocted a number of dishes and placed them on the table. Chan, too, was happy to be there, feasting and eating more and more food. He was always "thinner" than Jisung, but he too had changed enormously in just a few months to become the slob he was. Between the three men, Changbin had been able to contain himself, he wasn't particularly immune to his own dishes but he was content to taste them in the kitchen, and eat them from time to time, he too had put on a lot of weight but his dream was above all to cook so he didn't want to become a fat slob like Jisung. And as we said, no one is immune to Changbin's food, so when the Hyunjin and Felix tasted it tonight, the pleasure they felt was intense, and instead of spending the evening chatting, they spent the evening gorging themselves on food, not knowing when to stop, just enjoying every mouthful, always wanting more, and of course Changbin was there to feed them. It was now too late for them to turn back, and Felix, who had sworn to himself to be careful, had simply lost himself in the pleasure of the food and wasn't even thinking about the fear of gaining weight, because the pleasure was far too intense for that. After all, Changbin knew what he was doing and couldn't have been happier to see them eat.

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A year latter, Changbin’s restaurant was huge now, he had move out to a new places that could have the capacity to have more customers. Chan was still working for Changbin, And he was always at the restaurant's reception desk, taking reservations. Changbin had made everything available to him so he didn't have to move: he had the telephone, his computer with the reservations and, of course, food to wait for never be hungry. Jisung and Minho, for their part, had been coming more and more, and Minho too had become fat - still not as fat as Jisung (no one was) but fat enough that his belly fall in front of him, his whole body waddled when he walked and he needed to eat as often as he could in a day. His goal now was also to feed Jisung, who had trouble feeding himself when he got too full. It must be said that during this year, they weren't the only ones to change, and the two waiters Hyunjin and Felix who had been thin were now really big, they have been hard time to walk and to bring all the food, Hyunjin was a little fatter than Felix, but his fat was more in his buttocks, he also had fat hanging from his arms when he moved them, and his face was covered with several chins, but Felix had a very prominent belly, which covered his legs and he touched it when he walked. His fingers were just as enveloped as his, so carrying trays was no longer practical. So Changbin had given them mobility scooters to get around, they had become too big to move around easily in restaurants, so not only did having a bigger place give them more freedom at first for walking, but it also tired them out a lot, so the solution jumped out at Changbin. Changbin's aim was to make life easier for everyone, but what he hadn't anticipated was that this restaurant wouldn't please everyone, least of all his rivals...

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Indeed, on the other side of town, another restaurant had noticed what was going on. Seungmin worked as a waiter in the city's most popular restaurant, except that over the last few months they'd all noticed that they had less and less customers, contrary to the Superball, was much fuller than before, and nobody really knew what was going on. One day, Seungmin's boss decided to pay him a visit.

"I want you to go and investigate!"

"Investigate ? I'm not a detective...and more importantly, why?"

"Look, you're the one who's been working here the longest and I trust you ! Go taste some dishes and try to bring us back some information ! And...I'll be more generous with your pay next month..." Seungmin hesitated for a moment, thinking above all of the money he needed to live on.

"So I just have to....eat?"

"I need to understand what's going on there and why everyone's so...fat..."

"If they spend their days there it's not surprising..."

"And that's why we need to do our best to find out what's in those damn dishes!"

A week after reserving a table there, Seungmin set off in search of information, and nothing could happen to him, right? He felt a little nervous about having to go search for information, but on the other hand he didn't have much choice. Outside the restaurant, he realized that there was already a line of people waiting for tables to become available, so he passed this one and went inside. He was surprised when he arrived at the receptionist, who must have weighed at least the triple as he weight. He walked towards him, smiling shyly.

"Hello…I have a reservation, for Kim Seungmin!" he then said.

"Of course wait." Chan then searched his name on his computer before smiling at him. "It'll be at table number 8, my college will escort you there."

A man with a heavier build than the receptionist asked him to follow him, which Seungmin shyly finished. How can a human need a mobility scooter? he wondered, following him. And why is everyone here obese? He glanced at the people in the room and realized that some customers were indeed very fat, while others were just chubby and others were as thin as he was. He sat down at his table, looked at the menu and then discreetly began taking photos.

On Changbin's side, he was chatting with Jisung as he tasted Changbin's new products.

"It's always nice to see new faces here!" said Changbin, looking at Seungmin, whom he had seen entering the restaurant.

"Mmmm...yeah whatever..." said Jisung as he ate his food, out of curiosity he then turned to look at Seungmin before widening his eyes. "Binnie! I know him...wait wait wait...where did I see him...YES ! I KNOW! He's the waiter at the restaurant at the entrance to town, Minho took me there last time."

"Interesting..." said Changbin with a smile before calling Felix. "Let me take care of him personally today, okay?"

"Sure, and uh...with Hyunjin we were wondering if we could eat here tonight..." and Changbin smiled fondly.

"Yes, let's do that, you can inivite Minho, if you want Jisung."

"He'd have to get off the sofa first..." said Jisung and Changbin raised his eyebrows. "What? You're the one who installed a home delivery system..."

Changbin and Felix laughed with Jisung, then Changbin went back to the kitchen where his colleagues were preparing the orders. He in turn began preparing several dishes for his special guest. Whatever the reason for his presence, he wouldn't regret coming. He decided to prepare a total of eight dishes for him, and made sure they were all equally tasty and delicious, not forgetting his secret ingredients. Once he'd finished, he decided to bring them to the table himself and set the various plates down in front of him. Seungmin looked at him in surprise.

"I...I didn't order all this...." he said, looking him in the eye.

"I figured if you needed information you might as well taste everything!"

"How...? I'm not looking for information..." said Seungmin, looking away.

"Whatever your reason for being here, you wanted to eat, so here you are." said Changbin, taking a seat opposite him.

"All right, I admit I'm not here for nothing but...I just obeyed what I was told to do...I just want to keep my job and...that's all...sorry..."

"Well you've got the credit for being honest, what were you told to do here?"

"Nothing...just eat and note what happened...and surprisingly nothing happens! I mean you can tell people are happy to come, the waiters are super nice and you...you look like an amazing cook...you deserve your success!"

"Thanks, that's sweet. But are you sure you're going to be okay? I mean...you seem pretty stressed..."

"It's the job, they keep giving me overtime, and I'm always working at night…I love my job but lately it's become...tedious."

"You know right now I'm looking for waiters..."

"Me ? Work here ? After what I've done ? »

"If I look at the situation, you haven't done anything except set foot in here and you haven't even eaten anything, don't blame yourself it's forgiven and then...if I can see your pretty face every day it would be a win-win for everyone..."

Seungmin blushed at Changbin's compliments and began to relax slightly. True, he hadn't done anything, and all that food looked delicious. Changbin then offered to stay and eat with him, and Seungmin accepted. The two of them got on quite well for two strangers, and the idea of working here began to grow on Seungmin's mind, and he honestly wanted to. Seungmin also realized that Changbin was very handsome, and that his weight only added to his charm. Maybe he had more breasts than a woman and maybe he moved slower than average, but Seungmin couldn't help but find him very attractive. After a while, he finally decided to take a bite of the dish, which had cooled slightly but tasted as delicious as ever. Seungmin's pupils dilated and he groaned as he took another bite. Gosh, that was good. He continued to eat, salivating over the different dishes, he'd never eaten anything like it. It was melt-in-the-mouth, moist, tender, and above all, he couldn't help wanting more despite himself. Changbin continued to eat with him and smiled as he watched Seungmin in turn fall for the pleasure of his food, and he was even happier when Seungmin began to ask for more.

"Looks like Binnie's been able to work things out," said Jisung, who was chatting to Hyunjin.

"He knows what he's doing, it's normal...he's the boss after all..."

"And I do believe he's found a new objective..."

"Really ? And what is it ?"

"My guess is....within a few weeks...Seungmin will need a reinforced chair just as much as we do..."

This is a weight gain fic, this contain feederism. So if you don’t like don’t read.

Soulmate

Part 2

Minsung’s night

Jisung had been planning this for weeks and couldn't wait any longer. Since Minho had started putting on weight, their relationship had taken another turn for the better, and both men were enjoying it immensely. And since Hyunjin had talked to him about proposing Changbin, Jisung had also asked Minho to marry him, and a few months later they were now engaged. And for this Jisung had ordered a cake several weeks ago, but not just any cake, a three-tiered chocolate cake with vanilla icing, just for his fiancé. A surprise cake that he was finally ready to feed Minho tonight.

That's why he was looking forward to finishing his day, and lucky for him Hyunjin was apparently in a hurry too, so they closed the gallery early. Jisung hurried off to the patisserie and when he saw the cake he got stars in his eyes, it was even bigger in real life and even more beautiful, he knew this patisserie had a good reputation but this was even more impressive. He then thanked the pastry chef and left the store with the cake in his hands, which, in addition to being big, was also heavy, he thought as he headed home. Once through the door of his apartment, he put the cake down in the kitchen before joining his boyfriend in the living room. Minho was sitting on the sofa, accompanied by numerous snacks on the table that they had eaten throughout the day. Jisung admired him for a moment, remembering his boyfriend, who used to be slim and muscular, but now looked like a fat pig, sunken into his sofa. His belly protruded from his T-shirt and covered his legs, his face was buried in his double chin and his arms were so heavy that he kept them resting on his belly. As for his breasts, they were even bigger than a woman's and also fell on his belly. Minho was nothing like the man he'd once been and was just a little pig who liked to gorge himself on the food his boyfriend gave him.

Jisung had told him about his attractions a few years ago, and Minho had fallen under the spell of gorging himself and feeling full and stuffed. He loved food as much as he loved Jisung and he loved his body getting fatter and fatter, feeling himself getting heavier and heavier, finding it hard to walk and having to catch his breath as he walked. Minho was just a fatso who liked to do nothing but eat, and Jisung was simply in love with him. Jisung sat down next to him and rested his head against his shoulder, which was as soft as every other part of his body. And put a hand on his belly, which seemed to be swollen.

"Did you eat well today baby?"

"Enough to not have the courage to get up and put it all away." Minho replied, putting his arm around Jisung and Jisung came to stick to Minho's body feeling all the soft curves of his body against his slim body. "Did you have a good day?"

"Very good...I couldn't wait to get home to see you!" Jisung blushed then as she straightened up and looked at Minho. "Are you hungry?" Minho then smiled and Jisung found it adorable the way his eyes disappeared when he smiled because of his big cheeks.

"Is that a serious question? I've only eaten four meals today and there must be at least one or two snacks left in the cupboards!"

"Even though I went for the grocery yesterday? You really are a greedy pig, you know that don't you?"

"I especially know how much it turns you on pervert!" Jisung smiled and put his hand on Minho's belly,

"And believe me, tonight I'm going to fill you up!" he said as he stood up.

Jisung then went into the kitchen to get the cake he was so excited to show it. He then grabbed it before arriving in the living room and placing it on the table in front of Minho, who looked at the surprised cake wondering what was going on, especially as it looked to be really huge. Jisung then smiled, showing the cake with his hands.

"So!!! What do you think of my surprise?"

"Jisung...it's really beautiful...you...how long have you been planning this?"

"Several weeks! I ordered it from a famous patisserie, are you ready to devour it baby?"

"Do you think I can?" Said Minho as he slowly straightened up, sighing as he drew closer to the cake.

"Of course I can, and I'm here to help!" He then handed him a spoon and Minho smiled before moving towards the cake.

He then planted his spoon on the first layer and took a bite, the cake was delicious, it was both moist and soft, as well as tender and sweet exactly as it should be, it also seemed a little light but he knew that this was only the beginning and that in the end it would be much harder to finish. He took a second bite and a third, devouring his cake like he hadn't eaten all day, and Jisung, who was standing next to him, could only admire him. He loved the way he put food around his mouth, and the way he lose himself in the food as if nothing mattered. Jisung's gaze went to Minho's belly, which fell slightly between his fat thighs, and seemed to grow heavier and heavier, especially when he realized that he was already starting the second floor.

"You really are a good boy you know that right?"

"Mmmh..tr...trying...to...be," he said, catching his breath before beginning the second floor.

"How can you gorge yourself so much when you've spent all day eating? You really are just a pig who spends his days sitting on the couch too lazy to move all his fat aren't you?"

"Y...ou...made me this way..."

"Yet I'm not the one who's devouring a three-tier cake all by myself!"

Minho blushed as he realized that this was the truth, and that he enjoyed hearing Jisung talk to him like that. He then shrugged his shoulders before continuing to eat the cake, now the bites were getting harder and harder but he wanted to keep going, out of pride and because he liked to feel so full that he wouldn't be able to move. He wanted to feel fat and become more and more dependent on Jisung as well as on food. He was seriously starting to reach his limits and he put a hand on his belly, which was really swollen, letting out a sigh then he put the spoon down then leaned his back against the sofa and he loosened the elastic of his jogging bottoms to make more room for his belly, already that his t-shirt didn't cover much he was even more stretched than before. Jisung moved closer and gently caressed his boyfriend's belly.

"so soft...and so warm...and so swollen...are you enjoying this?"

"m...mso...full..."

"But there's still plenty left, thank goodness I'm here to help!"

Jisung then grabbed the rest of the cake and positioned herself on his fiancé's legs before placing the cake on his stomach, then taking the spoon and pushing it into his mouth. Minho enjoyed being fed by Jisung so much that he could continue to eat a little longer, even if his stomach's limits were coming to an end. And then he remembered that he'd been eating all day and now he was eating even more, not only out of gluttony, but also for the pleasure of getting fatter and fatter. Jisung was fascinated by Minho's abilities and wondered how much fatter his boyfriend would continue to get for him. He loved every shape of his body, and seeing his giggling body when he was walking or when he stood up and his belly fell in front of his legs while jiggling under any simple movement, yes Minho had become a real blob for his boyfriend and both of them couldn't be happier.

"J...sung...can't...mmfull..."

"It's only a little bit left, I'm sure you will do it!"

" But... " he let out a little burp, he's body was so sweating right now and his face looks even more fatter as his cheeks full of food. " Too...big... "

"Don't say stupid things, you know you will never be too big for me...and you don't what Changbin to be fatter than you?"

"wh...hhuf...what about...Changbin?"

"Hyunjin have a thing for feedism too...i mean maybe I am for sometimes but! Be a good boy and finish your cake for me!"

"Will you give me...belly rubs?"

" you’ll have more than that piggy "

Minho then smiled before opening his mouth again with trembling lips before Jisung started feeding him again, this time he'd really reached his limits and this cake was too big for him, but he never refused a challenge and he wanted to see himself succeed, especially under Jisung's praises who, as he fed him, caressed his swollen belly, who have creating such a big space between them that it excited him even more. The taste of cake wasn't even as good as before, but the pleasure of feeling himself getting heavier, all that accumulated, couldn't stop him. Finally, the last bite arrived and Jisung removed the cake from him before kissing his belly. As Minho eased his head back onto the sofa, he closed his eyes in an attempt to start digesting and regain his senses.

"You did a great job, who would have thought that one person could finish such a big cake, well…not really a person...I should rather say a pig...that's what you are isn't it?"

"I...im...not..."

"I'm not sure a normal human could have eaten all that, but you did!"

"For...you..."

"I know baby....you're perfect..." Jisung ran his hand over Minho's double chin with a napkin to remove all the chocolate from his face. "I love you so much..."

"I love you....more..."