#mutual stuffing

While some danced, your girlfriend couldn't help but notice the two pinhole pricks on their necks. The bloating and sloshing of bellies filled with a mysterious liquid. Red tint on their teeth, more like their canines. She's asked to dance by a woman even fatter by her and seeing you enjoy yourself, she dances.

As the night continues, you don't notice your more bestial transformation. As others dance, blood and music fills the air. But you're too concerned with stuffing yourself on expensive meats. Raw, roasted, smoked, grilled. If it's meat it ended up in your snout. Your suit jacket had already burst off. Your belly sat in your lap, heavy and full from how you were gorging yourself on the buffet table.

"Awww, look at my hungry boy," your girlfriend chuckled.

She walked over, snapping you out of your daze. You let out a long belch, and rub your belly. You don't notice the red staining her lips. The slight glowing red tinge to her eyes. Or the holes on her neck. She easily lifts you up and helps you to your feet.

You rumble softly. You sniff her. A new scent blended into her old one. The smell of spiced wines and blood. Something so sweet it had to be rotting. And something told you, you should've been concerned but you very much loved the new scents.

"Shall we dance?" She asked, her tongue licking at your neck. You growled softly. A belch escapes you and lasts a few seconds. You scratch your torn dress shirt with newly formed claws.

"In a bit, gotta digest... then we dance," you murmured. Your body wanted to just rest and sleep right then.

"Mmmm, then you don't mind me having a bit?" She asked, leading you away from the buffet table and dance floor.

She had you sit at one of the round tables in a dark corner. Where other masked women rubbed their butches bellies or even feeding on some; masks still on. Your girlfriend sat you down, mask still on, her newly sharpened teeth digging into your neck. You grunted softly and then moaned as you could feel her drink from you. Her u shaped belly had inflated from her time on the dance floor. Her hands scratched at the new found firmness of your belly.

“We’ve both been so overworked it will do us good to leave and disconnect for a bit.” Namjoon argues, and Hoseok has to concentrate on not finding it endearing that his boyfriend’s idea to relax is going to a place where literal horror movies start. It's so heartwarming how his instincts show in so many ways and it feels like Namjoon, possibly the most intelligent person he knows, doesn’t notice. 

“I think it will be fun.” He agrees, warmth probably showing through his smile. “You don’t have to convince me, Joon.” His smile becomes a little bit more knowing. “But… If you’re doing this for any instinct related reasons, I’d like to know.” It wouldn’t change his excitement for the trip. But he’s seen the signs to know something deeper is going on. 

The strength suppressants on their bathroom cabinet that he stopped taking, the nesting he’s been attempting to do on their bed, the constant adjustment of his short tail against his pants. Hoseok knows the weight of a mostly human society forces his bear hybrid boyfriend to perform all sorts of adjustments to fit in properly, to get a job, to exist in a world clearly not meant for him. And all these signs were things Hoseok could recognize as his boyfriend trying to take pride in his hybrid form and identity; in any way that he could with their lifestyle in a downtown apartment.

Namjoon sits next to him on the couch, softened but stocky nonetheless. Family sized, Hoseok liked to call him. With broad muscular shoulders, rounded pecs but chubby waist and a soft belly to contrast. “Yeah… It is an instinct thing.” He admits, cringing a little at himself. “I just feel like I’ve been forcing myself too much, you know?” Hoseok doesn’t know, he can’t imagine what his boyfriend feels like. “I need to let go and feel a bit like myself again.” 

“You don’t have to explain yourself, Namjoon.” Hoseok turns to him, his own chubby belly pressing a bit against the bear hybrid’s arm. “I want to be there with you when you let go.” His hand rubs the top of Namjoon’s thigh, bigger than Hoseok’s but budging with muscle underneath the layer of pudge. 

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” He smiles softly, but Hoseok can see the tint of dejection behind it. “I know it scares you to go out of town for so long.” 

He is shaking his head before Namjoon can finish that thought. “I can handle it!” It comes off as a very unconvincing whine, but it makes his boyfriend laugh so Hoseok takes it as a win. “Getting to see you deep in your instinct… I really treasure it.” He says softer. Hoseok has gotten a chance to see him in the past, mostly during his rut when they agreed the hybrid would not take his suppressants that month. Hoseok never would’ve guessed being a hybrid in modern day would imply taking so many pills. The point is he handled it like a champ, ok? He’s got this. 

Any time he can, he wants to be with Namjoon through it. 

Soft grin spreads across his cheeks, nodding softly. “I know…I love you.” 

“I love you too, baby bear.” He leans for a gentle kiss and a slap to Nmajoon’s thigh. “Let’s have fun this weekend, hm?” 

What Hoseok hadn’t considered was the way the sharp winter up north would influence his boyfriend’s instincts. 

Friday can't come soon enough before they’re both done with their week and ready to leave, bags already packed for their short getaway. The drive is long but nothing excruciating, four hours and they’re deep into the woods, having stopped for groceries at the last little town that's nearest to where they are staying. Hoseok caught Namjoon trying to hoard as much food as he could in strong armfuls as he got them to the register, eager in his step, little black ear speaking from his hair twitching gleefully. He seems so excited he isn’t even phased at the weirded out looks he gets from the old lady at the register the entire time. With their car, now packed full of Namjoon's selection of food, they make their way to the snowy woods where a small but very well kept cabin waits for them. 

He doesn’t think he’s ever seen Namjoon so excited as he was carrying everything in their car, refusing Hoseok's offer to help as he rushed inside. Nub black tail waving behind him. 

“Ah, it's like you can just feel the fresh air is better here.” He sighs out, his smile adoringly big as he eyes everything, setting the food down on the table and eyeing the place. Hoseok is grinning too, even if he isn’t taking any looks at the cabin. 

“Enjoy it while you can because I’m not opening any windows the entire weekend.” It's an empty threat as he walks to his boyfriend, cupping his cheek to direct him to look at Hoseok. And when he does, there's something giddy about Namjoon’s expression, yeah; but…something else shining behind his eyes too. He can’t put a name on it. “But I don’t want you to hold back okay? This weekend is for you.” 

Even if Hoseok considered himself privileged enough to have gotten to see more of Namjoon’s animalistic side, he knows his boyfriend never truly lets go. Always holding back just a little bit. He doesn’t care if it's the shame or if Namjoon is concerned about hurting Hoseok; he wants none of it in these three days. 

Luckily Namjoon nods, face already nuzzling to Hoseok’s touch. “Okay… Thank you again, for coming with me.” He is looking at Hoseok like he hung the moon himself.

“I want to be here.” He reassures stepping closer, their soft bellies pressing lightly against one another. “Now… What do you want to do?” 

Should he have considered his options better before asking Namjoon such a question? Yes. Does Hoseok regret asking? Absolutely not. 

Namjoon hauled him up, even though Hoseok is not as light as he used to be, and plopped him on the huge bed. From then, he got to see the bea hybrid frantically rush around the room, looking through their bags, as he assembled a nest around his boyfriend. All he had to do was lean back and enjoy the way Namjoon brought some of his clothes and Hoseok’s too, accommodating them seemingly strategically. He never got to do this sort of thing at home, not really, not with the inconvenience it would be to exist in their daily lives having to maintain the nest without intrusions. He was frowning concentrated, his tongue gently poking out as he tested out the pillows that would surround Hoseok’s body. While he laid down regenerating from the long drive, letting his boyfriend make him feel so spoiled. 

How could anyone ever deny their partner to do this?

It was about 40 minutes, and while he was enjoying it, he much rather cuddle with the teddy bear of his boyfriend. Hoseok gets to catch Namjoon’s wrist gently. Their eyes meet and… Namjoon looks a lot more gone than he was when he first started, hazy, widened. As if the hybrid had truly, finally, allowed himself to sink into that instinctual headspace. 

“Hey.” Hoseok smiles up to him, relaxed. “Why don’t you join me?” 

He doesn’t think he’s ever seen Namjoon so determined yet at such a loss for words. “I— I just need to get one more thing.” There's a seriousness in his voice Hoseok doesn’t dare refute. Letting go of his wrist as Namjoon rushes out the master bedroom. Followed by loud shuffling that's only explained when Hoseok’s boyfriend returns, big arms full of all the food he had bought. 

He smiles a little confused. “What did you bring all the food for, Joon-ah?”  There’s only warmth behind his voice but Namjoon still looks like he got caught doing something wrong. Even if he slipped into the headspace it doesn’t mean he feels any less guilty about it. 

“I… well you know… It's so cold… we shouldn’t- I mean we really should try to- to stay uh– to stay warm.” Watching him try to articulate the words his instincts are yelling at him to do. Hoseok bites his lip from where he is laying on the bed; it's hard to contain his grin. 

“We should prepare to hibernate…”  Maybe he did some homework before coming. But it's worth it for the brightness that takes over Namjoon’s expression, as if he was finally heard, seen. 

“Yes!” He sighs as if relieved Hoseok took the burden of saying it for him. “It's kinda late already but we should still be able to manage keeping warm.” As he explains he sets the food in the nest carelessly before crawling in next to Hoseok. Pressing to him as if they were truly in danger of freezing, as if his softened body wasn’t a furnace of its own. 

“Here you should start with this Seok-ah.” He explains excitement evident in his voice as he passes Hoseok an arrangement of packaged sweets. Deep fried and oily, and with no room for Hoseok to refuse. Especially hard to do so when the bear hybrid was opening a package for him and shoving it to Hoseok’s lips. A surprised noise leaves his lips that Nammjoon is quick to assure. “That's it… That’s it, baby.” Even in his desperate tone he manages to make Hoseok shiver. Sounds like Namjoon’s control over himself is slipping and no one is doing anything to stop his instincts from taking over. 

He eats obediently, trying to keep up with the hurried urgent pace of Namjoon’s feeding. Likcing at the hybrid's fingers, the urgency contagious in the way his eyes stared down at Hoseok predatory. The hand that isn't feeding Hoseok wrapping around to press at the small of his back. As soon as the first package is done, the bear is grunting as he lifts Hoseok's body up and places it on his own lap. 

The abandoned strength suppressants, right. Even if he remembers it doesn't stop Hoseok's arousal from going on overdrive. His body jiggled as it set aggressively on the hybrid, their bellies pressing together, soft yet entirely different from one another. Hoseok's ass and ample thighs spilling from Namjoon's softened lap. His hand leaves Hoseok's back to grip gently at his padded jaw. Holding him in place as he hand needs him more. 

In the quickened pace it's easy to ignore the way his stomach bulges forward in a tight bloat. Ballooning and sinking hentley against Namjoon’s soft one. But the strain of his stomach grows and Namjoon’s pace doesn’t seem to be stopping. “Ah… Baby I’m.. I think I've had enough.” He whispers gently, his cheeks muffled still by the two Twinkies Namjoon had stretched his lips with, and he was just now struggling to swallow. 

As soon as he says it there's trouble behind his boyfriend’s eyes, insecurity, worry. He can hear the apology about to slip his lips before Hoseok interrupts. “I want to feed you too…” A shy smile grows on his face. “You need to keep warm too, right?”

Namjoon’s expression becomes stunned as he nods quickly, Hoseok matching the intensity the ebar used to feed him earlier as he quickly opens a pack of the first thing he can grab. Only finding out later that it's one of those big packages of chocolate covered oreos when he is pushing them past Namjoon’s eager opened lips. The hybrid was just as eager as he was in his feeding, licking of Hoseok’s fingers letting crumbs messily collect along his lips, chocolate coverage taintint his lips.