You look at how the suit hugs your frame. Your girlfriend had thought you needed an upgrade and at first you thought she was just teasing you about your weight again. Now, you realize she was right.
Ever since you started t you had built up a lot of muscle but a lot of fat too. Both of which you loved but you were so unaware of your size at times. You hadn't noticed how shoulders had bulked in your shirts. How your biceps stretched out against your shirts, how your thick hairy legs made any pants you wore skinny jeans. Now you sat here looking like one hot fat butch but straining against your suit. You sighed. And there wasn't a chance in hell you were going to find a tailor before the Ball tonight.
"What's wrong baby?" Your girlfriend asks as she walks into the room.
She's stunning in the deep rogue dress she has on. The corset upheld her big boobs tastefully. The dress hugged the low hanging u-curve of her belly. You scratched your own belly, a twinge of primal lust taking over.
She giggles. "Already hungry big boy?"
She rubs your belly. You hadn't eaten yet. Your girlfriend promised you that she would feed you at the ball. It was one of those kinky balls where discretion was key. Hence the Masquerade element. One of her coworkers snagged tickets for herself and her partner but they got sick. So they kindly gifted the tickets to your girlfriend and you.
"Well if you're gonna tease a growing boy, yeah I'm feeling hungry." You giggle, nibbling on her lip.
"Hmmm, we'll see how well behaved you are. Especially if these buttons are already about to fall off." She giggles again. Her big, beautiful brown curls blocking out her eyes. You nod, almost dazed.
She loops her arms in yours as you travel to your car and get in. When you arrive at the mansion, it was already an hour drive. Now you were starting to get grouchy. That t hunger was something fierce and so was your sex drive. Upon arriving at the party, your coats are taken and you are handed masks.
Your girlfriend gets handed a traditional vampire masquerade mask. But you were handed a wolf's mask. You thought nothing of it as you were granted entry into the ballroom. You sniff the air and follow your nose to the buffet line. You don't even notice the other people gorging themselves and becoming more monstrous as they fed. Some part of you know what your seeing isn't normal but you don't care, you're hungry.
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.
"Don't sleep baby," she murmured, "You still owe me a dance."
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Namjoon said he could control himself. So Hoseok should have nothing to worry about. Emphasis in should.
He knew when he got to dating a hybrid, a black bear hybrid specifically, instincts would play an important part of their relationship. And he is more than okay with that! Really! But when his boyfriend asked Hoseok if they wanted to spend a weekend in a desolate cabin in the woods at the dead of winterâŚ.He suspected there was something Namjoon wasnât saying.Â
âWeâve both been so overworked it will do us good to leave and disconnect for a bit.â Namjoon argues, and Hoseok has to concentrate on not finding it endearing that his boyfriendâs 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, doesnât notice.Â
âI think it will be fun.â He agrees, warmth probably showing through his smile. âYou donât have to convince me, Joon.â His smile becomes a little bit more knowing. âBut⌠If youâre doing this for any instinct related reasons, Iâd like to know.â It wouldnât change his excitement for the trip. But heâs seen the signs to know something deeper is going on.Â
The strength suppressants on their bathroom cabinet that he stopped taking, the nesting heâs 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. âYeah⌠It is an instinct thing.â He admits, cringing a little at himself. âI just feel like Iâve been forcing myself too much, you know?â Hoseok doesnât know, he canât imagine what his boyfriend feels like. âI need to let go and feel a bit like myself again.âÂ
âYou donât have to explain yourself, Namjoon.â Hoseok turns to him, his own chubby belly pressing a bit against the bear hybridâs arm. âI want to be there with you when you let go.â His hand rubs the top of Namjoonâs thigh, bigger than Hoseokâs but budging with muscle underneath the layer of pudge.Â
âYou donât have to if you donât want to.â He smiles softly, but Hoseok can see the tint of dejection behind it. âI know it scares you to go out of town for so long.âÂ
He is shaking his head before Namjoon can finish that thought. âI can handle it!â It comes off as a very unconvincing whine, but it makes his boyfriend laugh so Hoseok takes it as a win. âGetting to see you deep in your instinct⌠I really treasure it.â 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 wouldâve guessed being a hybrid in modern day would imply taking so many pills. The point is he handled it like a champ, ok? Heâs got this.Â
Any time he can, he wants to be with Namjoon through it.Â
Soft grin spreads across his cheeks, nodding softly. âI knowâŚI love you.âÂ
âI love you too, baby bear.â He leans for a gentle kiss and a slap to Nmajoonâs thigh. âLetâs have fun this weekend, hm?âÂ
What Hoseok hadnât considered was the way the sharp winter up north would influence his boyfriendâs instincts.Â
Friday can't come soon enough before theyâre 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 theyâre 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 isnât 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.Â
He doesnât think heâs 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.Â
âAh, it's like you can just feel the fresh air is better here.â 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 isnât taking any looks at the cabin.Â
âEnjoy it while you can because Iâm not opening any windows the entire weekend.â 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 Namjoonâs expression, yeah; butâŚsomething else shining behind his eyes too. He canât put a name on it. âBut I donât want you to hold back okay? This weekend is for you.âÂ
Even if Hoseok considered himself privileged enough to have gotten to see more of Namjoonâs animalistic side, he knows his boyfriend never truly lets go. Always holding back just a little bit. He doesnât care if it's the shame or if Namjoon is concerned about hurting Hoseok; he wants none of it in these three days.Â
Luckily Namjoon nods, face already nuzzling to Hoseokâs touch. âOkay⌠Thank you again, for coming with me.â He is looking at Hoseok like he hung the moon himself.
âI want to be here.â He reassures stepping closer, their soft bellies pressing lightly against one another. âNow⌠What do you want to do?âÂ
Should he have considered his options better before asking Namjoon such a question? Yes. Does Hoseok regret asking? Absolutely not.Â
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 Hoseokâs 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 Hoseokâs body. While he laid down regenerating from the long drive, letting his boyfriend make him feel so spoiled.Â
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 Namjoonâs 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.Â
âHey.â Hoseok smiles up to him, relaxed. âWhy donât you join me?âÂ
He doesnât think heâs ever seen Namjoon so determined yet at such a loss for words. âIâ I just need to get one more thing.â There's a seriousness in his voice Hoseok doesnât dare refute. Letting go of his wrist as Namjoon rushes out the master bedroom. Followed by loud shuffling that's only explained when Hoseokâs boyfriend returns, big arms full of all the food he had bought.Â
He smiles a little confused. âWhat did you bring all the food for, Joon-ah?â Thereâs only warmth behind his voice but Namjoon still looks like he got caught doing something wrong. Even if he slipped into the headspace it doesnât mean he feels any less guilty about it.Â
âI⌠well you know⌠It's so cold⌠we shouldnât- I mean we really should try to- to stay uhâ to stay warm.â 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.Â
âWe should prepare to hibernateâŚâ Maybe he did some homework before coming. But it's worth it for the brightness that takes over Namjoonâs expression, as if he was finally heard, seen.Â
âYes!â He sighs as if relieved Hoseok took the burden of saying it for him. âIt's kinda late already but we should still be able to manage keeping warm.â 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 wasnât a furnace of its own.Â
âHere you should start with this Seok-ah.â 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 Hoseokâs lips. A surprised noise leaves his lips that Nammjoon is quick to assure. âThat's it⌠Thatâs it, baby.â Even in his desperate tone he manages to make Hoseok shiver. Sounds like Namjoonâs control over himself is slipping and no one is doing anything to stop his instincts from taking over.Â
He eats obediently, trying to keep up with the hurried urgent pace of Namjoonâs 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.Â
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.Â
In the quickened pace it's easy to ignore the way his stomach bulges forward in a tight bloat. Ballooning and sinking hentley against Namjoonâs soft one. But the strain of his stomach grows and Namjoonâs pace doesnât seem to be stopping. âAh⌠Baby Iâm.. I think I've had enough.â 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.Â
As soon as he says it there's trouble behind his boyfriendâs eyes, insecurity, worry. He can hear the apology about to slip his lips before Hoseok interrupts. âI want to feed you tooâŚâ A shy smile grows on his face. âYou need to keep warm too, right?â
Namjoonâs 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 Namjoonâs eager opened lips. The hybrid was just as eager as he was in his feeding, licking of Hoseokâs fingers letting crumbs messily collect along his lips, chocolate coverage taintint his lips.Â
But it was even better when he got to feel the way namjoonâs soft stomach began to bloat too. Pressing firm against Hoseokâs, the combined tightness and pressure they got from each other making Nmajoonâs whine slip through his stuffed cheeks. Arching his back and gripping tighter at Hoseokâs love handles just to keep him closer. Forcing their stomachs together, in a way that makes them both moan. Hoseok shivers above him, hand forcefully shoving the three oreos left in his hand. Even with the w Namjoonâs cheeks struggle to fit everything in, staring at Hoseok lustful, vulnerable.Â
To have such a powerful, strong, wolf, eating off the palm of his hand. Hoseok feels drunk with power. âDid that finally settle your instincts, baby?â His hands travel to Namjoonâs pudgy sides, his smile hazy and pleased when Hoseok gropes. And that satisfaction is contagious when the hybrid nods lazily.
need to listen to dark red with a girl as she feeds me chocolate in varying richness until it's so dark and rich I'm gagging but she keeps me going because she wants to see how stuffed she can get me before fucking me... and then we switch
imagine your otp in which A is a big eater and B doesn't eat very much
B procures a copious amount of food for A one night, knowing that it's nothing A can't handle if they put in a bit of effort
A is delighted with B's care, and there is nothing B loves more than watching A glut themself
but A tells B that they won't eat unless B eats as well, that it's not fair that they should be the only one finishing each meal feeling stuffed and heavy
but B is already full from a small dinner they had earlier
A sighs and takes a heaping mouthful of the food, and B watches as they begin to feast
all of a sudden, A stops and tells B they won't keep eating until B takes a bite too
B reluctantly agrees, taking one big bite for every several A gobbles down
soon enough, B is beginning to feel tight and full, but they keep going, because even though their small stomach is already filled to the brim with food, they simply adore the sight of A, burping and moaning as they fill themself up, face and hands messy, and looking so, so, so happy
by the time A is almsot satisfied, B's stomach is bulging; they are so full, but this is the best part; they wouldn't want to miss A's hazy phase between gluttony and satiety, so they keep accepting bites of the shared food in return for A continuing to eat
A notices B is starting to look uncomfortable, and tells them that it's okay to stop now, A has fed B plenty already
but B knows A is on the brink of that delicious feeling of satisfaction, belly so full of food that their eyelids fall, burps slip out here and there, and they can hardly think straight as the food coma slowly creeps over them
so despite B being stuffed to the gills already, holding back hiccups and burps, they tell A that the two of them should continue together
A leans back triumphantly after polishing off the last of the food and lets out a long, deep belch
A thanks B for sharing this food with them and remarks sleepily how much they love keeping their sweet, small-stomached B well-fed